A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

Lu Weidong was somewhat surprised. Why would Ding Jiahe come?

"The doctor on duty at the clinic couldn't leave, so he called my dormitory and I came over right away."

"Quick! She has a fever of 42 degrees Celsius and is already talking nonsense!" Lu Weidong said urgently, without a single word of politeness.

Ding Jiahe rolled her eyes inwardly.

He was woken up in the middle of the night to treat his wife's illness, and he didn't even offer a polite word.

Despite her annoyance, she quickly followed him into the bedroom.

"Here he is!"

"I saw it..." Ding Jiahe replied speechlessly.

Nonsense, with someone lying in bed like this, how could she not see them?

She took out the thermometer, shook it, and carefully tucked it under Ye Wenxi's armpit.

"Why are you taking my temperature again? I just did, it's 42 degrees Celsius. Let's get the fever-reducing injection done right away," Lu Weidong urged from the side.

"Are you a doctor and am I a doctor?"

"An accurate assessment is essential before administering medication; you can't just prescribe it based on your word. What if you take the wrong measurement, or there's a change in body temperature? Who will be responsible if medication causes problems?"

She glanced at her watch: "Wait five minutes and see the result."

Lu Weidong frowned, his face sullen, but he didn't refute anymore, only letting out a heavy sigh.

Ding Jiahe didn't want to share a room with this dark-faced blockhead, so she turned and walked out of the bedroom.

These soldiers, especially Lu Weidong, aside from his decent face, have tempers that are like stinking dog shit.

Dealing with him is like owing him ten thousand yuan.

Although they had some interactions at work, they basically never had a proper conversation.

Even so, he could still charm the young girls in the cultural troupe and communications company to the point of infatuation.

They all stood there expectantly, just waiting for him to catch a glimpse of them as he passed by.

Ding Jiahe had only one assessment of these people:

He's sick! He's seriously ill!

She walked into the living room and glanced at the furnishings.

That uniquely styled floor lamp and the framed paintings on the wall both looked like they were handmade.

The study door was open, and many sketches were spread out on the table.

Ding Jiahe couldn't help but peek inside.

Which family member drew them all?

She has such skillful hands; she draws beautifully and makes things very detailed.

The bookshelf was crammed with books, arranged neatly.

It seems like someone who loves reading and knows how to enjoy life.

Ding Jiahe clicked her tongue softly.

Pity.

Why did she have to marry Lu Weidong?

"Not ready yet?" Lu Weidong's cold and harsh voice came from the bedroom.

Ding Jiahe walked back quickly and took out the thermometer from under Ye Wenxi's armpit.

It was indeed 42 degrees Celsius.

"She needs a fever-reducing injection," she said decisively. "Take all her pants off."

"What? Why are you taking your pants off?" Lu Weidong's eyes instantly turned wary.

Ding Jiahe took a deep breath and patiently explained, "The fever-reducing injection is administered intramuscularly, in the buttock!"

"oh."

Ding Jiahe turned to prepare the medicine, while Lu Weidong sat down by the bed and carefully took off Ye Wenxi's outer pants and underpants.

When she turned around with the prepared syringe, she found that Ye Wenxi was still wearing that close-fitting cotton underwear.

"Where did I not make myself clear? Pants! Take them all off!!"

"Where do you want to hit? I'll help you pull up the hem of your pants." Lu Weidong's tone was cold and hard, clearly indicating that he had no intention of continuing to take them off.

Ding Jiahe almost laughed in anger: "No... I'm a woman! How could I possibly take advantage of your wife?"

Lu Weidong turned his face away, refusing to look this way.

Ding Jiahe's hand, gripping the syringe, trembled with anger.

A million grass mud horses galloped through my mind.

This military doctor has really had enough of this!

She took a deep breath and pointed to an area on Ye Wenxi's buttocks.

"Show this part."

Lu Weidong silently pulled back the fabric at that spot, revealing a small patch of fair skin.

Ding Jiahe pinched the needle and was about to pierce it.

"Be gentle," Lu Weidong suddenly blurted out.

Ding Jiahe's anger flared up instantly, and her hand unconsciously became heavier.

Ye Wenxi, who was in a deep sleep, suddenly convulsed in pain.

"Didn't I tell you to be gentle?!" Lu Weidong's eyes swept over, filled with barely suppressed anger.

Ding Jiahe ignored him, deftly administered the medicine, pulled out the needle, and pressed a cotton ball against the injection site.

"Hold it down for five minutes."

After saying that, she quickly packed up her equipment, picked up her medical kit, and turned to leave.

"Hey? Why did you leave?"

"Her fever will start to break within an hour, and she won't need me anymore," Ding Jiahe said without turning her head, gritting her teeth.

Then he quickly walked out the door and slammed it shut.

As soon as she stepped outside, she couldn't help but start spewing nonsense:

"Is he crazy?! He's a complete lunatic, does he even have a brain?!"

"I must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to have to serve this kind of person in the middle of the night..."

Ding Jiahe's curses echoed continuously on the deserted night road.

Inside the room, Lu Weidong sat quietly by the bed, keeping watch.

More than half an hour later, Ye Wenxi's forehead was indeed covered with a fine layer of sweat.

Lu Weidong felt relieved and immediately went to boil water, wring out a towel, and wiped her sweat over and over again.

He stayed there, wiping and cleaning, for more than two hours.

Ye Wenxi's breathing gradually calmed down, her body stopped burning hot, and she finally fell into a deep sleep.

As dawn broke, Lu Weidong, who hadn't slept all night, reached into the covers and touched Ye Wenxi's pajamas.

She was soaked in sweat and felt cold; he needed to change her clothes.

He carefully helped her take off her top and trousers, only to find that her underwear was also soaked, as if it had just been washed and wrung out.

Wearing this is definitely not acceptable.

Lu Weidong then reached out to unfasten the clasp on the back of her bra.

Ye Wenxi, whose fever was just subsiding, vaguely felt something being manipulated on her body and struggled to open her eyes.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Lu Weidong with his head down, his fingers hooking the edge of her panties and pulling them down.

"Huh?!" She instinctively raised her leg and kicked him in the shoulder.

"Wenxi, you're awake?"

Lu Weidong, however, seemed not to feel any pain and immediately moved closer, his face full of joy.

Lu Weidong didn't budge when he kicked out, but Ye Wenxi felt as if her head was about to explode.

She covered her forehead with one hand, while frantically reaching for her underwear, which had already been pulled down halfway.

"What...what are you doing?" The voice was hoarse, still dazed from just waking up.

"Your clothes are completely soaked with sweat. You can't wear them like that. You need to change into dry clothes," Lu Weidong explained.

Ye Wenxi then realized that she felt as if she had been pulled out of the water.

Not only were his clothes soaked, but his hair and pillowcase were also damp.

I didn't realize it until he mentioned it, and the sticky, cold feeling on my body became immediately noticeable.

"Find me some clean clothes, I'll wear them myself."

Lu Weidong didn't say much, and immediately got up to rummage through the wardrobe.

"It's in the second drawer of that cabinet," Ye Wenxi reminded him in a hoarse voice.

Lu Weidong handed her a clean set of cotton underwear.

"Turn around." Ye Wenxi was still a little uncomfortable.

"Heh." Lu Weidong couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Seeing that she was in good spirits, Lu Weidong finally felt relieved after a whole night of worry.

But seeing her looking so shy and nervous, I couldn't help but want to tease her.

"Why do you want to turn around? I've seen every part of you I've ever looked at."

"Lu Weidong!" Ye Wenxi's face flushed, and she grabbed a pillow, wanting to throw it at him.

"Ouch..." She moved slightly and felt pain all over her body, as if her head was about to be split in two.

Seeing that she was really uncomfortable, Lu Weidong quickly stopped smiling: "Okay, okay, I'll turn around. You should change quickly, don't catch a cold."

He turned around honestly and stood facing the window.

Ye Wenxi struggled to put on her clothes, but she was completely exhausted.

He leaned over and pulled away the wet pillowcase from under her head, replacing it with a dry one.

Ye Wenxi gasped as her arm wrapped around her headdress.

"Lu Weidong! Your arm!"