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

The argument in the Lin family was like a belated downpour, ending with Lin Weiguo slamming the door and leaving.

Zhao Shuya slumped onto the sofa, staring at the glaringly red invitation as if it were a death warrant. Lin Wan was still sobbing softly beside her, but her cries no longer elicited even a shred of pity from her father.

This family is rotten from the very beginning.

Beijing, Building No. 1 in the military compound.

The morning sunlight streamed into the courtyard, casting a warm golden hue over the cement floor.

Ye Zhen got up very early and was sitting on a small stool with her mother, picking green beans. Ye's mother had rough fingers but moved quickly, chattering on about the trivial matters of the village. Ye Zhen's hand, which had been holding a scalpel, was now holding a bright green bean. Although her movements were a little clumsy, her expression was unusually focused.

In the courtyard, only the crisp sound of green beans being snapped and the gentle nagging of her mother could be heard. This was a peace she had never experienced in both of her lives combined.

Not far away, Gu Zheng, dressed only in a white vest and military green trousers, accompanied Ye Cheng as he practiced walking.

"Big brother, shift your weight forward and use your waist strength to lead, don't rely entirely on your arms." Gu Zheng's voice was calm and steady, standing only one step away from Ye Cheng, ready to respond at any time.

Ye Cheng leaned on his cane, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, taking each step with difficulty but determination.

During a break, Ye Cheng, leaning against the wall, finally asked the question he'd been holding back all the way: "Why...why are you so good to my sister?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Zheng turned around and glanced at the slender figure who was picking vegetables with her mother. In the sunlight, she frowned slightly, seemingly struggling with a stubborn stringy bean.

His eyes instantly softened completely.

He turned back to look at Ye Cheng, his expression more serious than ever before: "Because she is Ye Zhen."

The answer was simple, yet solemn, like a vow.

Looking into his sincere eyes, Ye Cheng remained silent for a long time before finally smiling with relief. Under the eaves, Ye's father watched this scene, tears welling up in his cloudy old eyes. He nudged his wife beside him with his elbow, lowered his voice, and said with deep emotion, "Old woman, this son-in-law truly cares for our Zhenzhen."

In the afternoon, Uncle Fu drove the two of them to the most famous state-owned clothing factory in Beijing.

The factory manager personally greeted them and led them into the inner room where custom-made clothing was produced.

"Sir, Dr. Ye, what do you think of this?" The factory manager pulled open a dust cover.

A pristine white wedding dress suddenly appeared. The silk fabric shimmered with a pearly sheen, featuring a delicate lapel, lantern sleeves that reached the wrists, and a cinched waist with a naturally flowing skirt, exuding the understated elegance unique to the 1980s.

"Give it a try." Gu Zheng's voice carried a hint of urging that was barely perceptible.

When Ye Zhen stepped out from behind the curtain of the fitting room, the light in the entire room seemed to brighten up.

The pure white wedding dress enveloped her slender body, making her skin appear even more translucent and jade-like. Her eyes, which were always as clear and cold as stars, seemed to soften slightly under the white veil.

Gu Zheng was standing not far away when his breath hitched.

He had seen her calm and decisiveness on the operating table, her sharpness when facing enemies, and her tenderness in front of her family.

But he had never seen her like this before.

"How is it?" Ye Zhen shifted uncomfortably.

Gu Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and it took him a while to find his voice. He strode forward, racking his brains, but finally managed to squeeze out only one sentence with utmost seriousness:

"nice."

He paused, seemingly finding the word too pale, and added, "Like your scalpel, a sharp beauty."

Ye Zhen was stunned for a moment, then a smile involuntarily crept into her eyes and brows. Her clear, cool eyes curved into crescents, filled with tiny starlight, dazzlingly bright.

That smile was like an electric current, striking Gu Zheng's heart hard, leaving it both sore and numb, swollen and full.

Ye Zhen quickly suppressed her smile, looked down at her trailing skirt, and said softly, "It's too formal."

In her view, the wedding was just a formality.

Gu Zheng walked up to her, his tall figure looming over her, and straightened her slightly upturned collar.

"Not too formal." He lowered his eyes, his gaze focused intently on her face, his voice low and solemn.

"Ye Zhen, your marriage to me is the most important thing in my life."

Ye Zhen's heart felt as if it were being gently grasped by a warm, large hand. A strange warmth surged from the depths of her heart throughout her entire body.

She looked up and met his deep, ocean-like eyes. There was no hint of jest there, only a seriousness that could drown a person.

He followed her gaze, gently took her hands that held the scalpel, and enveloped them in his large, warm palms.

"Don't be afraid," he said slowly and clearly, as if he could see through her worries. "Your hands are for saving people, and my hands are for protecting you. From now on, leave everything that will get your hands dirty to me."

At this moment, Ye Zhen looked at the man in front of her, the man who treated her well in the most clumsy way, said he loved her in the most straightforward words, and was determined to protect her.

She felt her heart soften from the warmth in his words, and that warmth flowed through her entire body along her bloodstream.

She softly hummed in a barely audible voice.