Zhan Zeyi watched Tang Qiyue's retreating figure, unable to suppress the smile tugging at his lips.
His little wife was too amusing—just a simple "I'll take care of her when we get back" was enough to make her dash away.
He held the medicine he had taken from his pocket up to the moonlight. Something felt off—the plastic seal on the medicine was faulty.
He put the medicine back in his pocket, fastened his button, straightened his clothes, and followed Tang Qiyue into the house.
Inside, Dr. Qin was already drenched in sweat from dealing with the patients. She had never seen anything like it before: the fever that had just subsided after acupuncture had quickly returned.
Clearly, something was wrong. Even with her excellent skills, she was helpless.
Tang Qiyue noticed immediately. She wasn't one to seek credit. Proactively, she opened her medical kit, retrieved a few pills, and handed them to Zhan Zeyi, who had followed her in.
"Pry open their mouths and give them this. This pill can temporarily reduce their fever, but their internal infections need careful treatment. I can't handle that here because of limited resources!"
Zhan Zeyi naturally trusted her.
"What kind of medicine is this?"
Doctor Qin was immediately alarmed as she watched Zhan Zeyi feed the pills to the nearest wounded soldier. She was already overwhelmed, and Zhan Zeyi's actions were making it worse.
She had seen Tang Qiyue take out the medicine, but since it was Zhan Zeyi administering it, she couldn't stop Tang Qiyue—only Zhan Zeyi.
"Your method won't work. I'll have to use another!" she shouted.
Zhan Zeyi pinched the soldier's chin, administered the pill, smoothed his throat with his palm, and let go. No water needed—just like that.
Everyone else received the same treatment. Dr. Qin couldn't intervene and had no choice but to yell at Political Commissar Wu:
"Political Commissar Wu, aren't you going to stop this? Battalion Commander Zhan is spoiling his wife too much. Is this really the time to let her give out medicine?"
Political Commissar Wu wasn't foolish. He had known Zhan Zeyi for years. Although they hadn't served together, he knew Zhan Zeyi's abilities. He would never act recklessly for personal reasons.
"Dr. Qin, do you have a better way to bring down their fever?" he asked calmly.
Dr. Qin fell silent. She had no better solution.
"So she can do it? I've never heard of Western medicine reducing fever this effectively!"
Dr. Qin, confident in her knowledge of Western medicine, realized she was quickly proven wrong.
After removing the acupuncture needles, the wounded soldiers who had taken the pills no longer had a fever. Their injuries hadn't changed, but at least the high fever had subsided, allowing them to survive.
Zhan Zeyi reminded Dr. Qin, "Now it's your turn. Ensure their safety. Tomorrow morning, we'll send them to the military hospital!"
At this point, Zhan Zeyi couldn't take Tang Qiyue back to sleep—he needed to report via radio in his office.
But he worried about leaving Tang Qiyue behind. After all, she wasn't a soldier and faced many restrictions.
"Old Wu, I'll take my wife back first, then go to the office."
Political Commissar Wu waved him off. "Go quickly and return quickly!"
Both understood this situation was troublesome, and they also had to leave the island early the next morning to prepare a site summary.
Dr. Qin wanted to keep Tang Qiyue, but Political Commissar Wu reminded her:
"You're the military doctor!"
Her professional duty limited her actions. Tang Qiyue's willingness to help and her efforts to stabilize the wounded had already saved Dr. Qin a great deal of trouble.
Zhan Zeyi took the medical kit from Tang Qiyue's shoulder. It wasn't heavy, yet contained enough life-saving medicine for multiple soldiers.
"I won't report this fully to the higher-ups. But since you're not a soldier, the reward may not be generous!"
Zhan Zeyi wouldn't take credit for his wife's work. Tang Qiyue replied seriously:
"I hope you don't say too much about me. You know I don't like the limelight—otherwise, I wouldn't have come with you!"
She looked at Zhan Zeyi intently, emphasizing her point.
"I think you don't want many people to know about me either. Otherwise, I might be mistaken for a monster!"
Zhan Zeyi: …
His wife was too mysterious. He wondered if he had truly married Tang Qiyue for her qualities, or if he had been mentally manipulated.
Confident in his judgment, he reached out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her into his embrace.
The night path was uneven, easy to trip over. Zhan Zeyi held her close to protect her from the road.
"Then… will you tell me about your monster side?" he asked casually.
"No!" Tang Qiyue replied, equally casual.
Zhan Zeyi didn't press further.
"Then protect yourself. Although the island's population is small, the technicians arriving later aren't ordinary. Who knows if they'll notice something off?"
If it were just the soldiers and villagers, he wouldn't worry. Any mistakes could easily be covered up.
But these were top-level technicians—eccentric and precise.
Tang Qiyue nodded. "I won't act recklessly in the future, unless you're hurt!"
Zhan Zeyi: …
He pinched her cheek, and since no one was around, he bent down and kissed her.
"Then I'll be counting on you to protect me!"
Tang Qiyue hadn't expected Zhan Zeyi to be so casual, even in public.
He had initially been attracted to her looks when he married her; he was a superficial man.
But who wouldn't be happy with a beautiful wife? Surely no one would object to kissing her!
Tang Qiyue tried to push him away, but Zhan Zeyi simply lifted her.
"Wife, your man just went through life-or-death battles. Can you bear to dislike me when I return?"
Her words were playful yet seeking comfort. Zhan Zeyi responded with a mischievous grin and kissed her.
Once inside their yard, he became even more unrestrained, smothering her in kisses.
"Such a sweet mouth! I regret agreeing to go back with Old Wu!!!"
Zhan Zeyi held his little wife, gritted his teeth, hunched over, opened the door, and ran away—utterly dejected.