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In the ward, Director Zhu was changing Su Lang's dressing.

Su Lang leaned against the bed, his hospital gown pulled down to his waist, revealing his upper body wrapped in gauze.

The gauze was wrapped from under the armpit all the way to the waist, and traces of pale yellow iodine seeped through the white cloth.

Because of the bleeding, the gauze was somewhat stuck to the wound.

When you peel it off, you inevitably pull on the surrounding skin.

Su Lang frowned slightly, but didn't utter a sound.

As soon as Lin Zhilan reached the door, Su Lang's eyes locked onto her. "You've arrived."

Director Zhu was taken aback, wondering who he was referring to.

Looking back, I saw it was Lin Zhilan.

Now that Su Lang's condition has stabilized for the time being, Director Zhu is in the mood for jokes. "Dr. Lin, when you weren't around, Commander Su was completely out of his mind."

"How is the wound?" Lin Zhilan asked as she walked over.

"There's a slight redness and swelling, but the drainage fluid is the normal color. Just keep changing the dressing, and the tube should be removed in a couple of days."

Director Zhu quickly disinfected the wound, rewrapped it with gauze, and then took off his gloves.

Lin Zhilan also glanced at the wound.

There were no signs of suppuration on the surface of the wound.

Lin Zhilan breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Director Zhu."

Director Zhu waved his hand and left with the nurse.

Su Lang was still looking at her, his gaze open and honest, without any intention of hiding anything.

With no one else present, Lin Zhilan raised her eyes to meet his gaze. "Have you seen enough?"

Su Lang's lips curved slightly, her voice weak and listless, "I can't get enough of looking at you."

Lin Zhilan choked for a moment, wanting to retort.

One can imagine that this person had just crawled back from the brink of death, with a drainage tube still inserted in their abdomen, and they couldn't bear to say a single word.

She picked up a cotton swab from the bedside table, dipped it in warm water, and gently applied it to his chapped lips.

"Zhilan, I had a dream yesterday," Su Lang suddenly said.

Lin Zhilan put down the cotton swab and looked into his eyes.

"I dreamt that I was walking in an endless desert..."

"And then?" Lin Zhilan looked at him.

Su Lang curled the corners of his lips, "And then came a timely rain."

Lin Zhilan smiled and said, "It must be the Bodhisattva who came to enlighten you."

Su Lang grabbed her hand. "It's not a Bodhisattva, it's you."

Lin Zhilan's eyes flickered, and she scolded him, "Even in this state, you can still talk nonsense."

"It's true," Su Lang said, his eyes dark and deep, "You are my fairy."

"Even if you're a fairy, it's no use. You should just focus on healing your injuries." Lin Zhilan rolled her eyes at him and sat down on the chair next to her.

"How did you get injured? Can you tell me?"

"During our mission, we intercepted a suspicious vessel, a smuggling ship disguised as a fishing boat, carrying goods that we suspect are linked to foreign forces."

The process is actually very simple.

Su Lang led his men to board the ship for inspection. When the men on board saw that things were not going well, they took out knives and harpoons and started slashing at anyone they saw.

The situation suddenly became chaotic.

Su Lang shielded his subordinate, and the others immediately rushed towards him.

In that situation, the only option was to draw the gun and shoot.

However, the ship was full of desperate criminals who knew that Su Lang was their leader. They all rushed at him, and while Su Lang was dodging, he accidentally fell into the sea.

He was just a young soldier, but disregarding the danger to his life, he jumped down with him and rescued him.

Su Lang described it very simply.

Lin Zhilan's heart still tightened as she listened. "Who was that young soldier who saved you? We need to thank him later."

"Luo Zhiyong".

Lin Zhilan frowned. "I feel like I've heard this name before."

Su Lang squeezed her hand and smiled, "He was your patient before; you treated his leg."

Lin Zhilan recalled for a moment, "Oh, it's him."

Su Lang laughed and said, "You probably don't know your reputation in our group. Calling you a fairy would be an understatement."

Luo Zhiyong was practically Lin Zhilan's number one fan, and together with Bai Yang, the two of them spent all their time promoting Lin Zhilan in the troupe.

What are fairies?

According to Luo Zhiyong, Lin Zhilan is even more powerful than Buddha or the Jade Emperor.

"I should still thank him," Lin Zhilan thought for a moment, "Does he have any illness? I'll treat him."

The ultimate reward from a doctor is to cure your illness.

Su Lang was amused by his wife, but this caused his internal organs to ache.

"Alright," Lin Zhilan patted his shoulder, "You've talked enough today. Now your task is to get some rest."

"Are you going to stay here with me?"

"I'll stay with you."

"Then come up here and lie down with me."

With the dark circles under Lin Zhilan's eyes clearly visible, Su Lang could tell that she also needed rest.

Lin Zhilan shook her head, "I'm afraid of touching your wounds."

"No," Su Lang held her hand tightly, "I feel that I'll recover faster if you're lying next to me."

"I find it too hot."

"I'll fan you," Su Lang countered, "My arm isn't injured, I can move it."

Lin Zhilan had no intention of tormenting a patient for the time being. She glared at Su Lang and said, "If you're not going to sleep, I'm leaving."

"Okay." Su Lang suddenly changed his mind.

Lin Zhilan: "?"

Su Lang's Adam's apple bobbed. "Go back and rest first, then come see me later. But when you leave, please call the doctor for me."

"Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Lin Zhilan immediately stood up and asked anxiously.

"No, don't worry."

She refused to tell, and Lin Zhilan couldn't do anything about it.

"Then I'll go call a doctor for you."

"it is good."

Lin Zhilan turned and left the ward, calling the on-duty doctor for him.

But she was still worried, so she went back.

The ward doors and windows were all closed, so you couldn't see anything at all.

It wasn't until the on-duty doctor came out with a urinal that Lin Zhilan suddenly realized what had happened.

"Dr. Lin..." The doctor on duty was slightly taken aback when he saw her standing at the door.

Thanks.

The doctor on duty shook his head, glancing guiltily back at Su Lang. "Then you two talk."

Su Lang sighed. "Did you hear that?"

Lin Zhilan sat down on a chair by the bed and said casually, "I guessed it even if I didn't hear it, Commander Su. I'm a doctor, what haven't I seen?"

"But I don't want to do this in front of you," Su Lang answered honestly, "Just consider it my selfish reason, I don't want to embarrass myself in front of you."

Su Lang hoped that he would always be strong and reliable in his wife's eyes.

To be honest, ever since he got married, Su Lang has to take a shower at the public bathhouse after every training session before going home, for fear that his wife will smell the sweat on his body.

Lin Zhilan glanced at him and said, "You looked your worst yesterday on the operating table, when your face was as white as paint and you had several tubes inserted into your body."

"I wouldn't dare," Su Lang said with a fawning smile to his wife.

Three days later, Su Lang was completely out of danger.

Director Zhu checked his lab results and finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Commander Su, the wound is healing better than expected, and there's no infection. You can relax now."

"You've worked hard." Su Lang sat half-upright on the bed, her mental state much better than before.

Director Zhu smiled and said, "It's only right. Dr. Lin has worked the hardest, so we're just doing our duty."

"Director Zhu," Lin Zhilan said, coming in from outside with a washbasin in her hand, "I'd like to discuss something with you."