A special forces soldier traveled through time and space to become a genius of literature and martia

The next morning, the first ray of sunlight shone through the cracks in the tent and gently fell on the bed. Song Yanshu slowly woke up and saw Qin Zhichu's sleeping face, as beautiful as a spring flower. Her cheeks were still slightly flushed from last night's lingering love, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her eyelids like butterfly wings, trembling slightly with her gentle breathing.

Song Yanshu's heart was filled with tenderness and satisfaction, and his arms subconsciously held the person in his arms tighter, as if he was afraid that she was just a dream that would pass away in a flash. His eyes gently wandered over Qin Zhichu's face, and when he recalled what happened last night, his face flushed unnaturally, and then the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, and that smile was full of sweetness and happiness.

Outside the tent, the sound of soldiers' morning drills could be heard. Although not noisy, it reminded Song Yanshu that a new day had begun. But at this moment, he just wanted to quietly accompany Qin Zhichu and enjoy this rare tranquility and warmth.

Qin Zhichu seemed to feel Song Yanshu's gaze. He moved slightly in his sleep and slowly opened his eyes.

When her eyes met Song Yanshu's affectionate eyes, her cheeks instantly became hot, and the memories of last night came flooding back like a tide. She shyly buried her face in Song Yanshu's arms and whispered, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Song Yanshu chuckled, and that chuckle was like a mellow wine, intoxicating the heart. He gently stroked Qin Zhichu's hair and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhichu buried his head deeper, and his voice was as tiny as a mosquito: "You still ask..." Although he spoke in a reproachful tone, his heart was full of sweetness.

Song Yanshu sighed softly, kissed the top of her head, and said with pity: "It's all my fault. I couldn't help myself last night."

Qin Zhichu raised her head and glared at him in pretended anger, "Huh, now you know how to say that, last night..." Before she could finish her words, she pursed her lips shyly again.

Song Yanshu looked at her cute appearance and couldn't help laughing again, "Yes, Madam is right."

The sound of drills outside the tent became clearer and clearer. Song Yanshu knew that he could no longer linger in this moment of warmth. He gently stroked Qin Zhichu's face and said, "Madam, I have to go to the army. You should sleep a little longer."

Qin Zhichu held his hand, with a look of reluctance in his eyes, "I don't want to be alone, I'll go with you, you do your thing, I'll just watch from the side, I won't disturb you, okay?"

Song Yanshu couldn't persuade her, so he nodded and agreed. The two of them stood up, dressed neatly, and walked out of the tent hand in hand.

There was a busy scene in the military camp. When the soldiers saw the commander and his wife appear together, they saluted one after another, their eyes full of awe and blessings.

Song Yanshu led Qin Zhichu to the parade ground. The generals had been waiting there for a long time. When they saw Song Yanshu coming, they immediately presented the battle plan they had discussed last night.

Song Yanshu reviewed it attentively and discussed it with the generals from time to time.

Qin Zhichu stood aside, watching him quietly. Seeing him planning his strategy, his admiration for him increased a little more.

The sunlight shines on Song Yanshu, outlining his tall figure. At this moment, he is so majestic and dignified. He is so fascinating to her.

After discussing military affairs, Song Yanshu took Qin Zhichu to inspect the military camp. When passing by the military doctor's tent, Qin Zhichu stopped and said, "I'll go in and take a look." Then he walked in.

In the tent, military doctors were busy changing the dressings for the injured soldiers. Qin Zhichu walked to the bed of a soldier with a leg injury and asked about his injury in a gentle voice.

Seeing his wife's concern, the soldier answered nervously. Qin Zhichu carefully examined his wound, turned to the military doctor and said, "This wound needs to be sutured and disinfected properly. Be careful not to get infected."

The military doctors were quite surprised. They didn't expect that this lady, who was born as a scholar, knew so much about healing. An older military doctor couldn't help but ask, "Madam, you are so proficient in medicine. Who taught you?"

Qin Zhichu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a gentle smile, and said softly: "I can't say I am proficient in it. Before that, in my spare time at the academy, I was fortunate to study surgery with Doctor Hua for two years."

After saying that, she walked to the basin, washed her hands carefully, then gently picked up the needle and thread, and sewed up the soldier's wound with skillful and steady movements.

Coming out of the military doctor's tent, Song Yanshu looked at Qin Zhichu with praise in his eyes, "I didn't expect you to know medical skills."

Qin Zhichu smiled and looked at Song Yanshu tenderly with her beautiful eyes. She asked, "General Song, is it okay for me to be a military doctor under your command in the future?"

Her voice was crisp and playful, and her eyes were shining with eagerness, as if she was waiting for Song Yanshu's affirmative answer.

Song Yanshu smiled and took her hand, "Okay, since Madam has such a lofty ambition, I will fully support you."

Song Yanshu was so smart that he realized in an instant that Qin Zhichu had followed the flower god to become a medical doctor, and all the hardships he had gone through were just to be with him.

This deep affection, like a hot warm current, surged straight into his heart, making his eyes slightly warm.

He couldn't help but tighten his five fingers and hold Qin Zhichu's hands tightly. Her hands were soft yet full of strength, just as firm as her love.

"Thank you, thank you for everything you have done for me.

Qin Zhichu looked at Song Yanshu with a smile, and said gently but firmly: "Yanshu, I am willing to do everything for you."

She stood on tiptoe slightly and placed a kiss on Song Yanshu's forehead, which was as light as the touch of a feather and full of love.

Since then, Qin Zhichu officially took on the duties of a military doctor and devoted himself to the arduous task of treating the wounded.

Song Yanshu would always come to the military doctor's tent involuntarily after taking care of military affairs. Sometimes, he would just stand quietly in the corner of the tent, watching Qin Zhichu concentrate on stitching and disinfecting the soldiers, with tenderness in his eyes.

One day, a seriously injured young soldier came to the military camp. His leg was seriously injured and the wound had begun to fester. His eyes were full of despair and fear.

Qin Zhichu walked to his bedside, comforted him gently, and said, "Don't be afraid, I will heal you." Her voice was soft but powerful, and the soldier's emotions gradually calmed down.

Qin Zhichu spent a lot of time with the soldier every day. She personally changed his dressings several times a day and kept an eye on the recovery of his wounds. Under her careful care, the soldier's injuries gradually improved.

One day, after finishing his military duties, Song Yanshu came to the military doctor's tent. He saw Qin Zhichu concentrating on changing the dressing for a soldier, with a look of concentration and concern in her eyes. Song Yanshu stood quietly by her side without disturbing her.

When Qin Zhichu finished her work, Song Yanshu came forward, handed her a cup of hot water, and said, "Madam, you've worked hard. Take a rest."

Qin Zhichu took the water and looked at him gratefully, "Thank you, husband. Seeing the soldiers gradually recovering under my treatment, I feel that all the hard work is worth it."

Song Yanshu gently hugged Qin Zhichu and said, "You are here, not only to heal the soldiers' injuries, but also to boost the morale of the entire barracks. Everyone knows that with you around, they are not afraid of getting hurt."

Qin Zhichu leaned in Song Yanshu's arms and said with a smile: "I just did what I could. I hope to protect this military camp and every soldier with you."

Gradually, the soldiers were filled with gratitude and respect for this gentle lady with superb medical skills. In their spare time, they often talked about her good hands and everything she had done for them.

Qin Zhichu also saw the value and significance of his efforts from the eyes of these soldiers.