As soon as those words were spoken, everyone else looked at Qian Xing in shock.
They were shocked both by the child’s condition and by how boldly Song Qianxing was claiming she could save him.
If the child’s life was really in danger, could Song Qianxing possibly treat him by herself? Even the military doctors probably wouldn’t dare guarantee that they could save him.
Qian Xing was used to being doubted, so she paid it no mind and simply looked at Zhu Xiuyun.
“Do you want me to treat him or not? If you do, I’ll go get my acupuncture needles right now.”
Zhu Xiuyun’s mind was half occupied with her son. After a moment, she sneered.
“You know how to treat him my ass! The political commissar praised you a few times for saving people, and now you really think you’re some miracle doctor? Get lost. Don’t touch my son!”
Beside her, He Manqing and Zhou Maishu quickly pulled her aside.
“Qianxing, forget it. Someone like Zhu Xiuyun will definitely blame you for murder if you fail to save him.”
“That’s right,” He Manqing added. “Don’t take responsibility for this. If you fail to save him, you’ll be in serious trouble!”
In their minds, Qian Xing was simply a doctor who could treat bumps, bruises, and minor injuries.
After all, she was still so young. How remarkable could her medical skills really be?
They assumed she had only claimed she could save him because she was kindhearted and had spoken impulsively in her anxiety.
Qian Xing nodded with amusement. Were they seriously misunderstanding her this badly?
If someone was willing to let her save them, she naturally would.
But if they didn’t want her help, she wouldn’t force it.
At the end of the day, she wasn’t particularly compassionate.
It was just one person dying.
Nearby, He Manqing had been worried that Song Qianxing might ignore everyone’s objections and insist on treating the child. She turned around, only to see Qian Xing’s expression—calm to the point of indifference, with even a hint of mockery in her eyes.
It was strange.
This didn’t seem like Song Qianxing at all.
But what was the real Song Qianxing supposed to be like?
A village girl from the countryside?
Or a doctor who helped people without asking for anything in return?
She didn’t really know her.
He Manqing’s thoughts wandered, and by the time she came back to herself, Ding Moli had already stepped forward to help carry the child.
“Sister-in-law, you’re doing the right thing. This kind of injury needs to be treated by a professional doctor. You can’t just treat something you don’t understand yourself and delay his condition. Come on, I’ll go to the hospital with you.”
As she spoke, she cast a seemingly casual glance at Qian Xing.
“Yes, yes, we need to go to the hospital. The hospital can save my son!”
Zhu Xiuyun had finally found someone to rely on. She and Ding Moli immediately carried the child and ran toward the hospital.
The remaining people exchanged glances.
“Should we notify the child’s father?”
It was only around four in the afternoon, with another hour and a half before training ended. If something happened to the child… at the very least, his father should get to see him one last time.
Zhou Maishu volunteered.
“I’ll go. We’re neighbors. You all go home first.”
She had lived here for several years and knew every corner of the military district like the back of her hand. Before long, she found the soldier on duty at the training ground.
“Comrade, I’m looking for Battalion Commander Qian Xuefeng. Something happened to his child!”
The soldier immediately led her inside.
“Battalion Commander Qian is sparring with Battalion Commander Huo.”
Huo Yuan was sparring with Qian Xuefeng?
The moment Zhou Maishu heard that, she felt there had to be something going on. When she saw the swelling and redness on Qian Xuefeng’s face, she immediately understood.
Huo Yuan was getting revenge for his wife.
She cleared her throat lightly, and the two men on the training ground immediately stopped and looked toward her.
Zhou Maishu quickly told Qian Xuefeng what had happened. His brows immediately knitted together as he looked at Huo Yuan.
“That’s enough for today. You go first. I’ll help you request leave.”
Qian Xuefeng agreed and immediately ran toward the military hospital.
……
Back at the apartment building.
Qian Xing entered the Baojing and planted all the medicinal herbs she had gathered that day. She then watered them with a pot of diluted spiritual liquid.
Before long, every wilted herb stood upright again, overflowing with vitality.
After putting the herbs in order, she took a shower while Huo Yuan was still out. The climate inside the space was always comfortable. There was no night, but it was as though an invisible sun constantly illuminated the place, allowing clothes to dry completely within a day.
While waiting for her hair to dry, she touched her long, dry, yellowish hair. She returned home, found a pair of scissors, and snipped several times, cutting her formerly waist-length hair down to her chest.
When Huo Yuan returned home, the first thing he saw was Qian Xing with her newly shortened hair.
“Why did you cut your hair?”
Qian Xing turned around happily.
“You’re back! Does it look good like this?”
Huo Yuan looked at her seriously for a while before nodding.
“It looks good.”
“You’re lying.”
Sometimes when Qian Xing looked in the mirror, even she would be startled by the thin, gaunt woman staring back at her.
“I’m not lying. You’re just a little too thin. You’ll be fine once you put on some weight.”
In Huo Yuan’s eyes, Qian Xing’s bright, lively appearance really was beautiful.
He didn’t judge her by conventional standards of facial proportions. He simply cared whether someone was pleasing to look at.
Some people looked ordinary but were very pleasing to him, while others had perfectly proportioned features yet somehow irritated him the moment he looked at them.
Besides, by either his standards or conventional standards, Qian Xing’s features were beautiful.
The corners of Qian Xing’s lips lifted uncontrollably.
“You have good taste.”
She wanted to gain weight too, but that was something that couldn’t be rushed.
Fortunately, several of the herbs she had found today were beneficial to her body. Once they matured in a few days, she could use them to make medicine.
“By the way, did you hear? Zhu Xiuyun’s son is sick.”
“Yeah. I was right there when Zhou Maishu went to find Qian Xuefeng. What exactly happened? How did he get injured so badly?”
“I suspect Zhu Xiuyun herself beat him. She probably accidentally hit a vital spot, causing one of his internal organs to rupture and bleed.”
Qian Xing looked at Huo Yuan.
“I can save him, but Zhu Xiuyun refused to let me treat him.”
“Really?”
Huo Yuan was slightly surprised as he met Qian Xing’s eyes.
Zhou Maishu had said the child’s life was in danger. Yet Qian Xing could actually treat an injury that serious?
“Didn’t I tell you? My master is the greatest miracle doctor under heaven. I may be modest, but people gave me the nickname ‘Little Miracle Doctor.’”
Qian Xing deliberately struck a comical pose and cupped her fists.
Huo Yuan couldn’t help laughing. Then his smile grew wider and wider until he actually burst out laughing.
“……”
She hadn’t felt embarrassed just now, but hearing Huo Yuan laugh like that suddenly made her feel incredibly embarrassed.
Qian Xing angrily covered his mouth.
“Okay, stop laughing.”
“Who said you only knew how to keep a straight face all day? You laugh more than I do.”
Huo Yuan stopped laughing and said seriously,
“Got it, Little Miracle Doctor.”
“!”
Qian Xing unleashed her righteous hammer and punched him.
Huo Yuan’s arm was completely unharmed, while her own hand nearly broke.
“……”
Forget it.
Qian Xing huffed.
“Let’s eat!”
“Do you want to get food from the mess hall or cook something yourself?”
Qian Xing wrinkled her nose.
“I’ll cook.”
She rummaged through the cabinet and eventually found a small bag of flour and some vegetables.
“Let’s have flour dumplings.”
“Flour dumplings?”
“Yeah. When I wanted to be lazy before, I’d make flour dumplings for my master. They’re less work than making noodles, and they taste pretty good too.”
She poured the remaining flour into a wooden basin, gradually added water, and had Huo Yuan stir it with chopsticks.
“Once it forms a dough, pinch off small pieces and drop them into the pot to cook. That’s all there is to it.”
Huo Yuan indicated that he understood. He followed Qian Xing’s instructions step by step.
In the end, Qian Xing stir-fried a plate of vegetables, added the mushrooms she had picked in the mountains that day, and mixed everything into the flour dumplings.
The final result was surprisingly delicious.
“Tasty, right?”
Huo Yuan nodded.
“Make it again next time.”
“Okay.”
Qian Xing smiled brightly.
Huo Yuan was much easier to feed than her master. He ate whatever she gave him and wasn’t picky at all.
After dinner, the two went to bed early.
The next day, Qian Xing was awakened by a loud knocking on the door.
She squinted at the window. There was only a faint trace of light outside.
Had she really slept until nighttime?
“You keep sleeping. I’ll go take a look.”
Huo Yuan’s voice sounded beside her, and Qian Xing immediately woke up completely.
Huo Yuan hadn’t gone to training yet, which meant it wasn’t even five in the morning.
Who would come over this early?
She got dressed and had just stepped out of the bedroom when she met Huo Yuan’s gaze.
In the dim room, she couldn’t make out his expression. She could only hear his low voice.
“Battalion Commander Qian says his son isn’t going to make it. He wants to ask if you have any way to save him.”