Chapter 24: This Little Injury Is Nothing

Finally, at the end of the pipe, Mu Nanhe seized the opportunity, taking a swift step forward. He leaped forward and kicked the main perpetrator’s gun away, immediately following up with a quick capture move that firmly restrained the main perpetrator. At this time, outside, the sounds of victory from his comrades came in—the criminal gang had been completely dealt with.

However, on Yang Qingyan’s side, she was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. She gazed out at the moonlight streaming in through the window, her thoughts inevitably drifting back to the moments spent with Mu Nanhe: the times he became her human cushion when she fell, the warmth of his big hand during her menstrual pain, the careful massages when she was exhausted from surgery, his steadfast figure standing up for her when the original owner’s mother made things difficult, the pain in his eyes when he recounted his tragic childhood experiences, and that cautious yet hopeful kiss. It suddenly dawned on her that, she didn’t know when, Mu Nanhe had quietly settled in her heart, making her start to care, to worry—this feeling was both unfamiliar and a bit chaotic, yet it also contained a hint of sweetness, becoming clearer in the silent night.

When Mu Nanhe returned home, bearing fatigue and injuries, it was already dawn. Yang Qingyan heard the noise at the door and hurried to get up and open it.

Seeing Mu Nanhe’s injured arm, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she said with concern, “Are you okay? Why didn’t you take care of this first?” As she spoke, she quickly pulled him indoors to sit down and fetched the first aid kit to treat his wound.

Mu Nanhe looked at Yang Qingyan’s busy figure, his heart filled with warmth, and said softly, “Don’t worry, it’s just a scrape; it’s nothing serious.”

However, Yang Qingyan couldn’t help but complain, “You’ve bled quite a bit, and you’re saying it’s nothing.” Though it was a complaint, her tone was full of concern.

Mu Nanhe held her hand; no one had ever cared for him like this when he was hurt before. Their hands held tightly together, bathed in the light of dawn, looking seemingly covered in a layer of golden radiance—this mutual support strengthened their bond.

After bandaging the wound, Yang Qingyan stood up to prepare breakfast. Seeing this, Mu Nanhe quickly said, “Wife, let me help you.” His voice still carried a hint of lingering fatigue, but it was filled with the eagerness to assist.

Yang Qingyan turned back, seeing the dark circles under his eyes, and smiled while refusing, “You’re exhausted from last night; just sit and rest for a bit.” Mu Nanhe followed her suggestion, obediently sitting down on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest.

Before long, tempting aromas wafted from the kitchen. Breakfast ready, Yang Qingyan walked over to Mu Nanhe and gently said, “Mu Nanhe, it’s time for breakfast.”

Mu Nanhe slowly opened his eyes. Although his gaze was still somewhat dazed and tired, the moment he saw Yang Qingyan, a warmth instantly flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, Mu Nanhe playfully acted like a child, whining, “Wife, can you call me Nanhe, or Hubby, or He Ge?” Yang Qingyan was amused by his antics and laughed, saying, “I’ll call you Uncle Mu.” After saying this, she playfully made a face and turned to run away.

Mu Nanhe also got up, a doting smile on his lips, pretending to chase after her, calling out, “You naughty girl, see what I’ll do to you when I catch you!” For a moment, the house was filled with laughter, presenting a warm scene of “you tease, and I laugh.”

Later, the two of them sat down at the dining table. Yang Qingyan brought the steaming breakfast in front of Mu Nanhe and asked with concern, “Aren’t you going to the army today?”

Mu Nanhe took the breakfast, looked at her gratefully, and replied, “I’m not going today. No one rested last night, so the commander specially approved a day off.”

Yang Qingyan nodded slightly and continued, “Then after you finish eating, go take a nap and catch up on your sleep.” Her tone was gentle, filled with care. Mu Nanhe felt a warmth in his heart and answered, “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

After breakfast, Mu Nanhe went back to his room to catch some sleep, while Yang Qingyan found herself with nothing to do. She looked out at the nearby mountains and felt a spark of inspiration. She remembered how lush the trees were on the mountain and how abundant the spiritual energy was, which would greatly benefit her abilities’ enhancement and recovery. Plus, she might even find some rare medicinal herbs.

Since her physical fitness had greatly improved, climbing the mountain was not a difficult task for her, especially since she wanted to search for some herbs to create remedies to alleviate her issues with cold in the uterus. With this thought in mind, Yang Qingyan tidied up quickly, strapped on a small bamboo basket, and hurried up the mountain.

The winding paths in the mountains were lined with flourishing flowers, grasses, and trees that exuded fresh scents. Yang Qingyan took a deep breath, savoring nature’s gifts, and her mood lightened further. As she walked, she paid attention to the surrounding plants, occasionally squatting down to closely examine the shapes and colors of the herbs.

As she continued walking, she arrived at a tranquil valley where mist swirled around, resembling a fairyland. Yang Qingyan’s gaze was drawn to a plant that was glowing faintly; its leaves were serrated and emitted a soft blue light along the edges, with a straight stem topped by an unusual little flower. She felt a thrill of joy, recognizing this was highly likely to be the “Spirit Blue Grass,” known in ancient texts for its extraordinary effects on enhancing abilities.

Yang Qingyan cautiously approached, just about to reach out to pick it, when suddenly, a rustling sound came from the nearby bushes. She stopped her movement, eyes fixed intently on the source of the noise. Suddenly, a large wild rabbit burst out from the bushes, its eyes red as if enraged, charging at Yang Qingyan. She swiftly dodged the rabbit’s attack, silently grateful for her improved agility during this period.

After spending some more time on the mountain and collecting several medicinal herbs, she heard urgent shouts from below: “Qingyan—Qingyan—” The voice grew closer, and Yang Qingyan recognized it as Mu Nanhe’s voice. Confused about what urgent matter had arisen, she quickly responded, put away her small digging tool, and hurried toward the sound.

Moments later, Mu Nanhe appeared before her, looking somewhat flustered, beads of sweat on his forehead, clearly having run here in haste.

Seeing Yang Qingyan safe, he sighed in relief, then quickly spoke, “There’s a lady at the family compound who is about to give birth, and the situation is urgent. The last time you helped Wei Wan with her C-section, you became well-known at the family compound, and the military doctor knows you’re professional, so they hurried to find you.”