After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

Three days after submitting the marriage application, at the medical examination center of the Beijing Military Region General Hospital.

The report was personally submitted to the Political Department by Gu Zheng. That thin piece of paper, signed with both his and her names, initiated a solemn and rigorous procedure through his hand. Now, this procedure has reached its final stage—the premarital medical examination.

In the examination room, the head nurse, Sister Wang, who was in charge of drawing blood, was trembling slightly. In her twenty years of practice, she had drawn blood from army commanders and political commissars, but she had never been as nervous as she was in front of even the highest-ranking leaders. The man in front of her was the heir of the Gu family, a household name in Beijing's high-ranking families, a living devil who had fought his way out of the southwestern battlefield.

The needle tip found the bluish vein on the skin that had been wiped with an alcohol swab. Sister Wang held her breath and steadily inserted the needle.

Gu Zheng sat in the chair, his broad shoulders making his casual clothes stand straight. He didn't even frown, but his eyes were fixed on Ye Zhen, who was filling out a form next to him.

She sat upright, her long hair tied back, revealing a section of her fair and slender neck. Her posture holding the pen was perfect, her knuckles distinct, her wrist delicate. Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on her lowered eyelashes; her focused expression made it seem as if she were filling out not a personal information form, but a life-or-death medical report.

"Alright, Commander Gu." After drawing blood, Sister Wang pressed the puncture site firmly with a cotton swab, her voice trembling slightly from nervousness.

Gu Zheng hummed in agreement before turning his gaze away. He took the cotton swab from Sister Wang, slowly pressed it against his arm, stood up, and strode over to Ye Zhen.

"Next, electrocardiogram." The doctor in charge of guiding the procedure was a man in his thirties surnamed Wang, wearing black-rimmed glasses. He was quite familiar with Gu Zheng and had an uncontrollable smile on his face, trying his best to make his tone sound professional.

Gu Zheng lay calmly on the examination bed, unbuttoning his casual clothes to reveal his well-defined chest and abdominal muscles. Old wounds and newly healed scars intertwined, silently telling the story of the trials and tribulations this man had endured.

The nurse assisting him blushed and deftly attached electrode pads to his chest, wrists, and ankles.

Looking at the noticeably fast curve on the heart rate monitor, Dr. Wang couldn't help but tease, "Commander Gu, your heart rate is a bit too fast. Given your physical condition, it should be around 60 at rest, but it's almost 90 now. That shouldn't be the case."

Gu Zheng glanced at Ye Zhen standing next to him. She was looking at the instrument screen calmly, with the same expression as when she looked at the vital signs monitor in the operating room—professional, calm, and without a trace of personal emotion.

He suddenly grinned, a smile tinged with roguishness and smugness, and said matter-of-factly, "My heart races when I see my wife; it's a normal physiological reaction."

His voice wasn't loud, but his enunciation was clear and penetrating enough for everyone in the room to hear.

The young nurses in the corner blushed instantly, wanting to laugh but not daring to. They lowered their heads, their shoulders shaking uncontrollably like leaves.

Dr. Wang's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the pen he was holding.

Ye Zhen's expression remained unchanged. She simply pointed to the curve on the monitor screen and said to Dr. Wang, "Sinus tachycardia, normal P wave morphology, regular rhythm. It's not a big problem."

Her calm, even cold, professional attitude instantly turned a lively, flirtatious encounter into a tedious clinical analysis.

Gu Zheng, feeling rebuffed, sullenly touched his nose.

Soon, it was Ye Zhen's turn.

She quietly lay down on the examination bed, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her shirt to make it easier for the nurse to operate. She closed her eyes, her breathing steady and long, her whole body relaxed like a taut violin string.

On the instrument screen, her heart rate curve was as smooth as a straight line, and all the indicators were so perfect that they could be written directly into medical school textbooks.

"Heart rate 72, regular rhythm, perfect." Dr. Wang exclaimed sincerely as he looked at the data.

Gu Zheng watched from the side, feeling somewhat resentful.

He quietly crept up behind Dr. Wang, and while everyone's attention was focused on the equipment, he bent down, his tall figure looming over Ye Zhen on the examination table. He whispered something quickly in her ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

That sentence, so blunt and fiery, was something he learned from those rough men on the battlefield; it carried the scent of gunpowder and hormones.

Ye Zhen's eyelashes trembled violently, like the wings of a startled butterfly.

Her fair earlobes were visibly tinged with a thin layer of pink, which then spread to her cheeks.

Gu Zheng's eyes lit up, like a fire ignited in the darkness.

However, when he looked at the heart rate monitor again, the number representing his heart rate had only jumped slightly from 72 to 75, and then quickly dropped back to 72 within two seconds.

The smooth curve experienced only a negligible ripple before returning to calm.

She was even able to forcibly control this instinctive physiological reaction in an instant.

Ye Zhen opened her eyes.

Those clear eyes, now glistening with a thin layer of moisture, appeared exceptionally bright. She glanced at Gu Zheng's smug and defiant face, showing neither anger nor embarrassment, then turned to the bewildered Dr. Wang, and spoke in her usual cool tone, with utmost seriousness:

"Dr. Wang, I suggest that Commander Gu undergo a brain CT scan."

Dr. Wang was taken aback and adjusted his glasses: "Huh? Why? The Commander's health indicators are all very good."

Ye Zhen sat up and slowly buttoned her collar. Her gaze fell on Gu Zheng, as if she were examining his brain structure through his skin.

She slowly analyzed, "His language and behavioral centers have been in a state of over-excitation for a long time, and he lacks an effective self-inhibition mechanism. In clinical neurology, this could be an early sign of organic lesions in the frontal or temporal lobe regions. It would be safer to get a CT scan to check for space-occupying lesions or areas of functional abnormality in the brain."

"puff!"

A young nurse in the corner finally couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter.

Immediately afterwards, a chorus of suppressed laughter filled the entire examination room, rising and falling, even making the walls hum.

Dr. Wang adjusted his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses brimming with laughter. He coughed twice, trying to suppress his trembling laughter, and said to Gu Zheng, "Commander Gu... Commander, Dr. Ye's suggestion is very professional. How about... we add one more? I'll arrange it right away."

Gu Zheng's face darkened.

He was dealt a fatal blow by this woman with her most professional knowledge and calmest tone. He wanted to explode in anger, but looking into her clear and innocent eyes, not a single spark could ignite. Those eyes seemed to say: I'm concerned about your health, how can you not appreciate it?

Finally, he could only grit his teeth and squeeze out two words: "I won't do it!"

This premarital medical examination ended with Gu Zheng's "complete defeat" and the entire department staff holding back their frustration.

Half an hour later, Dr. Wang came out beaming, holding two reports stamped with a bright red official seal, as if he were giving away his daughter's hand in marriage: "Comrade Ye, Commander Gu, congratulations! All your indicators are perfect! You are in excellent health!"

Gu Zheng took the two reports and, without looking at his own, immediately opened Ye Zhen's. He read them from beginning to end, his eyes scanning every single data point, from blood routine to liver function, confirming that every number was perfect and without any abnormalities.

After confirming that everything was in order, he looked up at Ye Zhen, who was about to sit down on the bench and take out the book "German Anatomy" from her cloth bag to read.

He waved the report in his hand, his eyebrows raised high, a roguish, smug, triumphant smile on his face.

"Dr. Ye," he drawled, as if reading a verdict, saying each word clearly, "officially, the two of us are very 'suitable'."