He was a disabled military officer who doted on his research work in the Northwest.

She remembered the last time she encouraged him to take credit during a mission, which resulted in trouble and him being criticized by the unit. Chen Zhiyuan had been sullen ever since he returned that day.

She thought it was just a temporary feeling of unhappiness that would pass in a few days.

Now, although he's still the same as before, he no longer talks to her about work. Even if she brings it up herself, he's vague and evasive. There's always a barrier between them.

Liu Fang clenched her fingers on her apron.

She couldn't let this rift continue to widen. She had to hold onto Chen Zhiyuan tightly; he was her most important bargaining chip for changing her fate.

She had to do something to show Chen Zhiyuan her good qualities, and also to let the people in the compound see her kindness and virtue.

The machinery factory exploded, and the wounded were sent to the military hospital. Chen Zhiyuan was rescuing people on the front lines, so she went to the rear to help.

Husband and wife are of one mind and will overcome difficulties together.

What a wonderful story.

Everyone who saw her would praise her for being virtuous and capable. Zhiyuan would only think she was kind and sensible, and he would easily believe that what happened last time was just an unintentional mistake made out of concern.

People believe what they want to believe. Who wouldn't want to believe that their future wife is a kind, understanding, and good woman?

Liu Fang was secretly making these plans in her heart.

Looking up, I saw Shen Tang squatting on the ground in the distance, giving a worker with a penetrating thigh wound an injection to stop the bleeding. Her hands were covered in blood, and the front of her white coat was shockingly stained. Lu Yanzhi was at the other end of the corridor, moving stretchers, writing labels, and directing triage. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he was covered in sweat.

As she watched the two figures disappear, the smile on her lips faded slightly.

Shen Tang really loves to steal the spotlight; she's everywhere.

They even called over Teacher Lu to help, didn't they know how to avoid danger? Or were they doing it on purpose to show Commander Mu? To provoke his competitive spirit?

It seems this woman is quite skilled. Bai Wei was indeed no match for her before.

No, she wanted to make an appearance too, but serving tea and water was too inconspicuous. She put down her teacup, intending to go over and help, but stopped after taking two steps.

She didn't know how to give injections or bandage wounds. She couldn't even tell the severity of the injuries. Just seeing those bloody wounds made her stomach churn. She felt disgusted and disgusted.

She stepped back and continued pouring brown sugar water.

Okay, let's leave it at that for now.

If Chen Zhiyuan were to ask, the women in the compound would speak up for her: "That girl, Liu Fang, while Zhiyuan was saving people on the front lines, she went to the hospital to help out, serving tea and water all night long."

Let's wait and see; there will always be a chance for me to show my face.

……

Duty room.

Mu Qinghan sat in a wheelchair with a floor plan of a machinery factory spread out in front of her.

The walkie-talkie crackled to life.

"Commander, the site has been cordoned off. The workshop on the north side of the factory has suffered severe damage, and it is estimated that five to eight people are still trapped. The engineering platoon is breaking through the rubble, but progress is slow—there is a risk of secondary collapses under the rubble."

It was Chen Zhiyuan's voice.

Mu Qinghan stared at the northern workshop area on the map and pondered for two seconds.

"Chen Zhiyuan."

"arrive!"

"Listen carefully," Mu Qinghan's voice was deep and deliberate, each word distinct. "Saving lives is the priority, but no recklessness is allowed. In unstable areas of the rubble, use support poles to stabilize them before breaking through. If you encounter any uncertainties, stop and report; do not act on your own."

He paused, then his tone became more serious:

"What I want is to rescue them safely, not for you to perform meritorious service. Understand?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"……clear."

"Go."

Mu Qinghan put down the walkie-talkie and rubbed her temples.

The door was pushed open.

Dr. Chen walked in carrying a folder of medical records, his face showing a tired but relatively relaxed expression.

"The first batch of wounded have been treated. Those who were seriously injured are stable and out of immediate danger."

Mu Qinghan nodded: "Is there enough medicine?"

"It's enough. But the antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs are being used up faster than expected—with so many open wounds, the risk of infection is very high. I suggest we bring in a batch from the provincial capital."

"I'll contact the logistics department immediately."

Dr. Chen sat down opposite him, took a sip of water, and then smiled: "Shen Tang—you were a huge help. Your acupuncture hemostasis was quick and accurate, treating over a dozen critically injured patients and buying us time for surgery."

He paused for a moment, then added:

"And there's Teacher Lu who came with her. He's a scholar from the capital, after all; his mind works really well. He managed to straighten out the chaotic triage hall. He didn't pick and choose any odd jobs; he just rolled up his sleeves and got to work. I haven't seen such a down-to-earth young person in a long time."

Upon hearing Lu Yanzhi's name, Mu Qinghan's eyes flickered slightly, but she did not respond.

Looking at his expression, Dr. Chen couldn't help but chuckle: "Overthinking again?"

Mu Qinghan looked up at him. "What was I thinking about?"

Doctor Chen chuckled, "Come on, I know you too well." He waved his hand, "They're just here to help. Tone down your jealousy. If your older brother sees you like this, he'll laugh you to death."

Mu Qinghan: "...I'm not jealous."

"Alright, alright, you don't have any." Doctor Chen shook his head with a smile, stood up, and prepared to leave.

"Dr. Chen," Mu Qinghan suddenly called out to him.

"Um?"

"Shen Tang needs a special medical practice permit," Mu Qinghan said calmly. "Hurry up and process it."

Dr. Chen was taken aback: "Approval? Doesn't she usually see patients here? Doesn't everyone just accept it? Besides, in this kind of emergency, who has the time to investigate this?"

"You're right," Mu Qinghan nodded, "but it's always good to follow proper procedures, and the provincial investigation team will be here tomorrow."

He raised his head, his gaze deep and serious: "We mustn't give others cause for gossip."

Doctor Chen's expression turned serious. He knew he was right. In this world, caution is the best policy.

He thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay. I'll take care of it. I have a lot of dealings with the health department; I can make an exception and get it done today."

"Okay, thank you for your help."

"Don't say it's troublesome. Shen Tang usually sees patients here, and now she's been at the forefront, helping us a lot during this special time. We should be thanking her. Besides, the procedures are what the hospital should do; you don't need to remind us." Dr. Chen waved his hand. "Then I'll go and get it done right away."

Mu Qinghan sat in her wheelchair, looking out at the gray sky.

The provincial investigation team will arrive tomorrow.

With such a major accident, someone will definitely be held accountable. Shen Tang's involvement in the rescue at this time is fine if no one investigates, but if someone brings it up, it will be difficult to explain.

She has the heart of a healer, and he cannot allow her to face any risks.

Not at all.

……

8 PM.

The lights in the emergency room lobby were blindingly bright.

The second batch of wounded have also been treated. The corridor is full of people—some are receiving IV drips, some are waiting for surgery, and some have already been bandaged and are resting.

After treating the last wounded soldier, Shen Tang took off her gloves and threw them into the medical waste bin. Leaning against the corridor wall, she held a cup of hot water, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

Her white coat was covered in blood and smelled of medicine; her hair was a little messy; and her forehead was covered in sweat.

The nurse handed her a glass of warm water: "Dr. Shen, take a rest for a while."

Shen Tang took two sips, then suddenly remembered something.

While treating the wounded, she noticed that several wounds had a high risk of infection. Open wounds, mixed with engine oil and metal shavings, are most prone to sepsis due to this complex contamination.

Regular antibiotics may not be enough.

She has a doctorate in agronomy and a background in traditional Chinese medicine. In her previous life, when she was doing field research, she studied under an old master of traditional Chinese medicine for several years. That master had a set of ancestral herbal formulas, one of which contained an antibacterial agent purified from the roots of salt-tolerant plants, which was much more effective than conventional Chinese medicine.

Perhaps there are usable herbs in the space?