Chapter 43

As the saying goes, a famous teacher produces outstanding students. Just look at Commander Qian—he was willing to entrust one of his most valued men to her care. Half of that trust came from Elder Ke’s reputation, and the other half from the child she had saved earlier.

Cang Zhengnan looked into his son’s bright but weary eyes and began to have faith in his daughter-in-law’s medical skills.

“Not bad. Traditional Chinese medicine is profound. Study hard.”

“I will, Dad,” Xue Miaoyun replied obediently.

Cang Zhengnan was stunned. Why didn’t he have such an obedient daughter? Thinking of his own daughter—who could wield weapons better than Cang Ling—he found himself, for the first time, questioning his and his wife’s parenting style.

“You’re a good girl. If Cang Ling ever dares to bully you, I’ll break his legs myself.”

Xue Miaoyun instinctively glanced at the long leg that was still suspended in the air, feeling a sudden urge to laugh.

“Thank you, Dad.”

Even though his father had just threatened him, Cang Ling felt a warm happiness in his heart. He could tell that both his parents had taken a liking to Yun’er. She was such a lovely girl—everyone liked her.

Noticing that Cang Ling looked tired, Xue Miaoyun turned to his parents. “Dad, Mom, you both came a long way and must be tired. Why don’t you go home and rest for a bit?”

Cang Ling lowered his head and smiled gently when he saw the look in his wife’s eyes.

But how could Cang Zhengnan and Zheng Xueyan not notice her little hint? They didn’t mind it at all. With such a caring daughter-in-law looking after their son, what more could they worry about?

“We’ll pass. There’s still a lot of work to take care of on our side—we have to head back soon,” Cang Zhengnan said. Since his son was fine and his daughter-in-law was reliable, he didn’t plan to stay longer.

Zheng Xueyan held Xue Miaoyun’s hand affectionately. “Yun Yun, Cang Ling can be quite a handful. From now on, I’m leaving him to you. If he doesn’t behave, feel free to scold or hit him.”

Xue Miaoyun blushed. “Mom, Cang Ling is really good.”

Cang Ling truly was wonderful. Ever since they had met, things had been great between them.

Zheng Xueyan nodded in satisfaction. Her blockheaded son had finally come to his senses.

After sending off his parents, Xue Miaoyun hurried back to the hospital room.

“Time to rest. Right now, your top priority is recovering.”

“Alright.” Cang Ling obediently let her help him lie back down and soon fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Xue Miaoyun made a trip to a nearby village and returned with a cleaned and prepared old hen.

Back at the hospital, she borrowed a stew pot and began preparing chicken soup for Cang Ling. His condition had taken a serious toll on him—if it hadn’t been for the Life’s Blue, he might not have made it to the hospital at all. So replenishing his nutrition was now critical.

She still had one more dose of the Life’s Blue, but unless absolutely necessary, she didn’t want to use it. It was better not to arouse suspicion. Her medicinal treatments could help restore vitality, but food therapy was equally important.

Besides, if he ate well and recovered faster, others would just think he was well-nourished and lucky—not suspect anything unusual. Hopefully.

In the days that followed, Xue Miaoyun took over Cang Ling’s treatment completely. Daily acupuncture, herbal medicine, salves, massage, and eventually medicinal baths—she used every method at her disposal. Cang Ling’s recovery progressed at an astonishing speed.

Within just half a month, hospital tests showed that he had already met the criteria for discharge.

Doctor Liao, who had originally been Cang Ling’s primary physician, had been very displeased when the commander handed his patient over to someone else—especially to such a young woman. If he hadn’t lacked confidence in managing the next stage of Cang Ling’s recovery, he never would’ve agreed.

Though frustrated, Doctor Liao still carried the professional responsibility of a doctor, so he continued to do daily check-ups.

Then he was utterly shocked by what he found—Cang Ling’s recovery was improving at a rate that could be seen with the naked eye.

In just two short days, Cang Ling’s condition had stabilized completely. The leg injury that had initially seemed likely to leave lasting damage also healed at a remarkable speed. By the tenth day, it was already clear that there would be no significant aftereffects.

Facts always spoke louder than words—especially in the medical field. No matter how eloquent someone was, nothing convinced others more than successfully healing a patient.

Cang Ling became a living example. Even the hospital doctors who had been skeptical of traditional Chinese medicine found themselves at a loss for words.

By the time Cang Ling was ready for discharge, Doctor Liao and some of the hospital’s senior staff had already started speculating about Xue Miaoyun’s medical background. The hospital director, who had some connection with Commander Qian, made some inquiries. Whatever he discovered, it led him to intercept Xue Miaoyun and Cang Ling on their way out of the hospital.

“Doctor Xue, I have something I’d like to ask you.”

“Please, Director Zhou.”

“I was wondering… do you have any plans to take up a medical position?”

From that one question, Xue Miaoyun instantly understood what he meant. She frowned. This wasn’t something she could agree to lightly.

First, she didn’t have an official medical license. Although it wasn’t heavily enforced at the moment, she valued that qualification personally. Second, Cang Ling still needed a long period of recovery. His body might appear strong, but he was carrying numerous hidden injuries. In his youth, they might not cause problems, but as he aged, they would certainly become debilitating. This current injury was actually an opportunity to properly heal him.

And third, the college entrance exam was approaching. Medical work was famously demanding, and quitting shortly after starting would only be a hassle.

She glanced over at Cang Ling. Her reluctance was written all over her face, and he saw it clearly.

Cang Ling coughed lightly. “Director Zhou, I’m still recovering, and Ah Yun told me I have several internal injuries that need long-term care. Also, Ah Yun practices traditional medicine, and her teacher… Elder Ke… she doesn’t want too many people knowing about it…”

Director Zhou’s expression changed at that last part. Elder Ke—he knew who that was. Even though he himself wasn’t trained in traditional Chinese medicine, he respected the man greatly. Elder Ke’s unfortunate circumstances were something he could only silently regret.

“I see. Alright then. Still, if we ever find ourselves in need, I do hope Doctor Xue would be willing to lend us a hand.” A physician of her skill—he truly hated to let such talent slip away.

A doctor’s duty was to heal, no matter the method—whether traditional or modern medicine made no difference in his eyes.

“Of course, Director Zhou. If you ever need me, just come find me.” That was a request Xue Miaoyun wouldn’t refuse. She wasn’t someone with grand ideals about saving the world, but she was always willing to help within her capacity.

“Thank you, Doctor Xue.”

They boarded the vehicle sent by the military. When Cang Ling saw the familiar face in the passenger seat, he was a little surprised.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, you’re returning to the unit—how could I, the political commissar, not come to welcome you back?” Yan Minghu replied with a grin. “But how are you so sure I came for you? I could very well be here for your wife. I’ve heard all about her amazing medical skills. If I don’t curry favor now, when else would I?”

Xue Miaoyun laughed. “Your flattery is very satisfying. I’ll make you some health-strengthening pills when I get a chance. You young men don’t care about these things now, but wait until you’re older—then you’ll understand how hard it gets.”