After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

"Aunt Xiang, good night." Jiang Shiyuan and Chen Qingyan said goodbye to Chen Xiangyun in unison, with sweet smiles on their faces.

Jiang Shiyuan then bowed slightly and asked humbly, "Aunt Xiang, can Xiao Zhang take A'yan and me to work tomorrow morning?"

Chen Xiangyun smiled kindly, with kindness in her eyes and eyebrows, "Of course, I was planning to do that."

"Let's have breakfast together tomorrow, around 7:30, and then let Xiao Zhang take you out!"

"Thank you, Aunt Xiang. You should go to bed early!" Jiang Shiyuan and Chen Qingyan held each other's arms and said with a smile.

Chen Xiangyun nodded, then turned around and went back to her room on the second floor to rest.

After watching Chen Xiangyun leave, Jiang Shiyuan and Chen Qingyan smiled at each other, walked to the chest of drawers together, and picked up the pearl handbag and the pink box containing butterfly cookies on it.

"Let's go, my Queen Chen. I'll turn over your card tonight!"

Jiang Shiyuan touched Chen Qingyan's smooth and fair face, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"It is my great honor. Your Majesty, let's go to Kunning Palace now!"

Chen Qingyan responded playfully, and then walked up to the third floor shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Shiyuan.

Jiang Shiyuan's room is at the end of the right corridor. It is a large bedroom with excellent lighting.

Although she didn't go home often, Feng Ma would keep her room clean every day, thinking that she could welcome her second young lady back at any time.

Pushing open the milky white European-style carved wooden door, a faint rose fragrance wafts into your nose.

The room is very large, decorated in light-colored European style. The whole house is filled with imported French Rococo furniture, full of princess style and girlishness.

Jiang Shiyuan couldn't help but sigh inwardly, was the original owner's bedroom style so different from her personality?

It was the first time for Chen Qingyan to come to Jiang Shiyuan's room. She looked around curiously and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Ayuan, your room is so beautiful!"

"Ayan, as long as you like it!" Jiang Shiyuan smiled faintly, walked to the milky white wardrobe, and took out two sets of silk pajamas from it.

"Here, this is new. Go wash up and change into your pajamas. We two sisters are going to have a good chat about private matters tonight!"

"Okay." Chen Qingyan took the pajamas, smiled gently, and then walked into the bathroom.

Jiang Shiyuan walked to the window, pulled open the thick velvet curtains, and looked at the lights of thousands of homes outside.

The night is as dark as water, and the moonlight is pouring down, shrouding the entire city of Shanghai in silence.

But how long can such a peaceful and quiet night last?

This was the scene Chen Qingyan saw when he came out after washing up.

Jiang Shiyuan had his back to her, wearing a moon-white silk nightgown that outlined her exquisite figure.

Her fluffy black curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her whole body exuded a lazy and charming aura.

"Ayuan..." Chen Qingyan called softly.

Jiang Shiyuan turned around and saw that Chen Qingyan had changed into pajamas. He smiled and waved at her, "Ayan, come and sit down!"

Chen Qingyan walked to the small sofa next to Jiang Shiyuan and sat down, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

Although she and Jiang Shiyuan were childhood friends and had a good relationship, most of the time she was the only one who gave.

Chen Qingyan always felt that there seemed to be an invisible film between the two of them, which made it impossible for people to truly get close to her heart.

This was the first time that Jiang Shiyuan took the initiative to invite her to stay overnight like today, and Chen Qingyan was a little flattered.

Her intuition told her that Jiang Shiyuan was very different today, and she seemed to have something important to say to her.

"Ayan, are you hurt?" Jiang Shiyuan suddenly asked with concern, his eyes falling on Chen Qingyan's right shoulder.

Chen Qingyan's face changed slightly when he heard this, but then he quickly returned to normal and said with a smile, "It's nothing, Doctor Jiang, don't worry about it!"

Jiang Shiyuan smiled slyly, stretched out his right index finger and gently tapped her right shoulder. Chen Qingyan subconsciously dodged.

"You still say no, does it hurt here?"

Jiang Shiyuan held her hand and said solemnly: "Ayan, I am a doctor. I want to help you. You can always choose to trust me!"

"Ayuan, how do you know?" Chen Qingyan widened his eyes with a look of disbelief.

Jiang Shiyuan sighed softly, his eyes full of heartache and helplessness, "Silly boy, do you think that I, as a doctor, am here to eat for free?"

She paused and continued, "When you first came in and hugged me, I felt something wrong with your right shoulder, and..."

Jiang Shiyuan moved closer to Chen Qingyan and whispered in her ear, "I can still smell the faint smell of blood on you that you tried to cover up."

Chen Qingyan knew that he couldn't hide it from his good friend, so he nodded helplessly, which was considered as his agreement.

She sighed softly, unbuttoned a few buttons of her silk pajamas, pulled them down, revealing her right shoulder wrapped in gauze.

The reason why Jiang Shiyuan could guess the location of the injury so accurately was that in the original plot of "The Lantern Bearer", Chen Qingyan was the sniper sent by the underground party to secretly cooperate with Fang Lansheng and carry out the assassination operation - Comrade "Yi Shuihan".

The wind is slack and the water is cold, and the strong men never return.

Jiang Shiyuan understood that Chen Qingyan gave herself such a code name, which meant that every time she went on a mission, she was determined to die.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shiyuan couldn't help but shed tears, and an indescribable admiration and heartache surged in his heart.

She hurriedly took out the medicine box in the room and carefully removed the gauze for Chen Qingyan.

When I finally removed it, the gauze was actually stuck to my skin and flesh.

Chen Qingyan clenched his teeth, frowned, and endured the severe pain, but he remained silent.

When Jiang Shiyuan saw the shocking wound on her right shoulder, which looked like it had been burned by a branding iron and had begun to fester and become inflamed, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Ayan, what happened? Why is he injured so badly?" Jiang Shiyuan asked with concern, his voice trembling slightly.

It was clearly "Hou Yi" who injured him with a sniper rifle, so how come there were large marks of burns?

Jiang Shiyuan was puzzled, frowned and looked at Chen Qingyan in confusion.

When Chen Qingyan saw Jiang Shiyuan's worried expression, she smiled easily, as if she was not the one who was injured.

"It's okay, just a minor injury, it's nothing serious..." She said in a relaxed manner, but there was a hint of weakness in her tone that was difficult to conceal.

"Minor injury? You still call it a minor injury?" Jiang Shiyuan was a little angry, his tone full of blame.

"Do you know that if you had waited any longer to treat it, your wound would have become completely infected!"

"If not treated in time, the infection can be fatal!"

Seeing Jiang Shiyuan’s angry face, Chen Qingyan no longer concealed how his current wound was caused.

"The situation was urgent. After I used a knife to cut out the bullet, the wound started bleeding profusely, so..."

Chen Qingyan paused, seeming to find it difficult to speak.

"What happened to you?" Jiang Shiyuan asked, with a bad feeling in his heart.

"I thought of a simple method. I used a red-hot iron to iron the wound, so that the skin and flesh would automatically stick together, which would stop the bleeding temporarily..."

Chen Qingyan spoke lightly, as if it was a trivial matter.

After hearing this, Jiang Shiyuan's heart suddenly ached, his nose felt sore, and tears of heartache instantly filled his eyes.

In that turbulent war era, the underground party comrades had a very hard life!

For the sake of the revolutionary cause and national liberation, they sacrificed their lives and shed their blood, willing to give everything, even their own lives.

As a time traveler who had enjoyed a peaceful era and a highly skilled doctor, what reason did she have not to do her best to help them and protect them?

Jiang Shiyuan took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then began to help Chen Qingyan clean the wound.

Her movements were gentle and skillful, as if she were handling a precious work of art.

Chen Qingyan looked at Jiang Shiyuan's focused expression and felt a warm feeling in her heart. She was determined to defend this precious friendship to the death.

Fortunately, Jiang Shiyuan had sulfa powder in her medicine box, which she sprinkled evenly on the wound, effectively preventing tissue infection.

After re-bandaging the wound, Chen Qingyan looked at the bottle of sulfa in Jiang Shiyuan's hand, and his eyes suddenly glowed green.

Those are the medical drugs most urgently needed by our comrades fighting on the front line against the Japanese invaders!

"Ayuan, how much more of the sulfonamide drugs like the one you gave me can you get?" Chen Qingyan asked cautiously, pulling up his pajamas on the right shoulder.

Jiang Shiyuan understood immediately, threw the small brown medicine bottle high up and caught it accurately, winking playfully, "Ayan, how much do you want?"