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Liu Songming was hospitalized. When he was wounded on the front line, a bullet casing remained in a wound on his shoulder, and the lingering pain has been affecting his daily life.

Luo Meiyun rushed from her office to the inpatient department. Liu Songming, afraid that she would worry, forced a smile and said, "Teacher's wife, it's nothing, it just hurts a little."

Liu Songming's face was pale and his lips were bluish-black; it seemed he had come to the hospital because he was in unbearable pain.

"Lie down, let me give you a massage."

Luo Meiyun didn't say much, but pressed precisely on his injured shoulder.

"Ah, Madam, it hurts, it hurts!"

Even the toughest man couldn't help but shout.

"You should have had surgery a long time ago; the longer you delay, the worse it gets," Luo Meiyun couldn't help but complain.

"Isn't it because I can't get away?"

Liu Songming chuckled, treating Luo Meiyun as if she were his mother.

"Dr. Zhong, perform the pre-operative examination. Director Shi, let's discuss the surgery details," Luo Meiyun said to the two students behind her.

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"Songming, what would you like to eat for lunch? Have Yu Fu bring it over for you," Luo Meiyun asked with concern.

"No need to trouble yourself, we'll eat in the cafeteria for lunch."

"No, we need to improve our nutrition during surgery. What nutrition does the cafeteria food provide?"

"Then, braised pork belly, please."

As soon as Liu Songming spoke, Zhong Yao objected, "We can't eat anything too greasy."

"Let's eat fish then."

"We can only eat black carp."

"Then what can I eat? This won't work, that won't work either," Liu Songming asked unhappily.

Luo Meiyun smiled and said, "We'll have braised pork for lunch and fish soup for dinner. Since the surgery hasn't started yet, I can eat anything. After the surgery, I'll only be able to eat light meals."

Liu Songming glared at Zhong Yao: "See, Dean Luo is the real professional."

Zhong Yao blushed: "Let me take your temperature."

Luo Meiyun and Shi Ming went to discuss the surgery, leaving only Zhong Yao and Liu Songming in the ward.

"Place it under your armpit." Zhong Yao handed the thermometer to Liu Songming.

Liu Songming looked at Zhong Yao sullenly and said, "My hand hurts, I can't lift it, can you help me?"

"A grown man acting all delicate, is that really necessary?"

Zhong Yao muttered something, took the thermometer, and lifted Liu Songming's hand. Liu Songming frowned visibly, wanting to cry out in pain, but afraid that the little girl would laugh at him, he endured it.

"39.5 degrees Celsius, how come you have such a high fever?"

Ten minutes later, Zhong Yao looked at the thermometer in surprise and rushed to the toilet to get some cold water.

"You've lifted your clothes; I'll use physical methods to cool you down."

Zhong Yao shouted anxiously, "The fever is quite high, which means there's inflammation around the bullet casing that hasn't been removed."

"Don't worry, it's nothing, just a fever," Liu Songming quickly reassured Zhong Yao.

Zhong Yao was holding a wet towel, preparing to wipe Liu Songming's back, when her hand stopped in mid-air.

Dean Luo, the teacher, often talked about the cruelty of war, but Zhong Yao just listened; she had never been on the battlefield.

The patient in front of me had been to the battlefield; his back was bent and covered in wounds.

Some were long, some were short, and they looked like earthworms crawling on his body.

Seeing that Zhong Yao hadn't moved for a while, Liu Songming turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhong Yao hurriedly suppressed her astonishment, her voice trembling with tears, "Right away, right away."

With a towel placed over his burning wound, Liu Songming exclaimed, "That feels so good, so good!"

"Have you fought many battles?" Zhong Yao asked softly.

"You don't have as many as the old commander. Did the wound on your back scare you?"

"Yes, there are more than a dozen places, big and small."

"Don't be afraid, it's just superficial injuries. Compared to the commander, what are these?"

Despite the fact that they were deep wounds with stitches, he downplayed them as mere superficial injuries.

"Thank you for your hard work."

As Zhong Yao changed the water and wiped Liu Songming's back and armpits, she spoke.

"Alas, if it weren't for the old commander, I probably would have stayed in the Martyrs' Park. It was all worth it. We fought so many battles, and our descendants will never have to fight again."

Memories flooded Liu Songming's mind. He had suffered many injuries, but what were they compared to Wen Hui's leg or the old commander's year-long coma?

"Thank you for bringing peace and prosperity to the people."

Zhong Yao's tears fell into the water; for the first time, she personally experienced the cruelty of war.

She seemed to understand why Dean Luo didn't care about fame or fortune and devoted himself to his patients: because they had a strong faith.

When Luo Meiyun entered the ward again, she sensed a subtle change.

A damp towel was placed on Liu Songming's forehead, and Zhong Yao carefully added a lot of crushed ice to the towel.

Crushed ice is hard to come by; you need a certificate from the head nurse to get some from the freezer, and patients don't usually have this privilege.

Luo Meiyun smiled knowingly and said, "Songming, I've discussed it with Director Shi, and we'll arrange surgery for you the day after tomorrow to remove the cartridge case. It's a minor surgery, but you'll need to rest for a month afterward. I'll have Yu Fulai take care of you."

"Madam, no need, I'll have the armed forces send someone over."

"I don't trust anyone else. Yu Fu will take care of you and bring you meals to make sure you get enough nutrition. Xiao Wei has gone to the nursery, and there's nothing much going on at home, so it's settled."

"Thank you, Madam."

"Okay, I'll arrange for another doctor to take care of you after the surgery."

"Teacher, can I take care of him?" Zhong Yao asked without hesitation.

"Okay, then you'll be Songming's attending physician. Perfect timing, you'll be observing the operation during the shell casing removal."

"Okay, thank you, teacher."

After Luo Meiyun left, Liu Songming asked in confusion, "Why did you call your teacher's wife 'Teacher'?"

"Dean Luo has three students: myself, Director Shi Ming, and Lu Kai. Lu Kai is off duty today. Most of the time, we call the dean 'teacher'," Zhong Yao explained.

"Your teacher's wife has students? She's famous for her pickiness. The old chief doesn't like pumpkin, but she insists he eat it, saying it's for a balanced diet." Liu Songming gossiped.

"Of course, the teacher is right. You can't eat too much braised pork. When you have a fever, your gastrointestinal motility slows down, and greasy food is hard to digest. You should eat rice porridge instead."

"Yes, my teacher's wife said it's edible."

"Your teacher spoils you, but I won't indulge you. You had braised pork for lunch today, so you can't have fish for dinner. You can start eating more after the surgery, once all your indicators are normal. But you can't eat anything greasy; you can eat some high-protein foods."

"Are all doctors like this?"

"How is the doctor? We're doing this for the patient's sake."

Liu Songming fell silent. He had only ever seen his old superior secretly complain before, but this time he was going to experience it for himself.

Fortunately, Liu Songming likes to eat pumpkin.

Yu Fu served in the army for three years, and during those three years he didn't touch a gun; he spent all his time taking care of people.

For the first two years, she took care of Zhou Wenhui, then Xiao Wei, and now she's taking care of Liu Songming.

In the past three years, I haven't learned how to fight, but I have learned how to grow vegetables, cook, and make dumplings.

Sure enough, the braised pork he made was glossy, tender, and not greasy. Liu Songming praised his skills highly.

In three months, Yu Fu will be discharged from the army. Commander Zhou arranged for him to go to the security department of the chemical plant, which is a good unit with high salary, good benefits, and close to the Zhou family. If he wants to go home, he can do so at any time.

Yes, Yu Fu has already come to regard the Zhou family as his own.