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The adjutant secretly swallowed his saliva, and saw out of the corner of his eye that Dr. Chu took the smoking pistol back out of the car window, feeling incredulous.

Just aiming through the rearview mirror, he hit the fuel tank of the moving vehicle.

Such marksmanship is not what an ordinary doctor should have.

Sure enough, those who can stay with the young marshal are not simple.

"What's wrong?" Chu Jun asked in confusion, seeing that the adjutant was driving absent-mindedly.

The adjutant kept glancing at the gun in Chu Yun's hand and that pretty face. He tried hard to curl the corners of his mouth and stammered, "Nothing, nothing."

He had a hunch that if he said anything bad, Dr. Chu would point a gun at his head.

Life is at stake.

This evacuation had been planned in advance, and everything had been arranged when we arrived at the new military camp.

When Chu Yun was brought to this camp, he was immediately arranged to stay in Mo Heng's room.

"Doctor Chu, this is the Young Marshal's private bedroom. The Young Marshal wants you to rest here from now on. You must be tired from traveling today, so please rest first. Three meals a day will be delivered to your room."

The adjutant was so busy that he just finished settling Chu Jun down when he turned around and was called away by someone else.

The soldiers were all busy with their own affairs, which made Chu Yun seem particularly free.

He closed the door, looked at the empty little room, and sighed.

Chu Jun is not a fool and is aware of his current situation.

Mo Heng would suddenly take me away because something big happened in the concession. He also wanted me to leave secretly with the army to protect my safety.

However, what Chu Jun is most worried about now is the situation on Mo Heng's side.

I don’t know whether Mo Heng is safe now, or how his relatives and friends in the concession are doing.

This era is changing rapidly. Yesterday he was working diligently in the hospital to treat patients and save lives, but today he was taken to the military camp without even having time to say goodbye to his family.

Chu Jun thought that he would have to wait a long time before he could see Mo Heng again, but he didn't expect that the wait would be three months.

"Doctor Chu, there's a seriously injured soldier here, please come and take a look!" Hearing the anxious shouts outside the house, Chu Jun quickly put down the half-eaten meal in his hand and ran towards the emergency room.

"How is he?" Chu Jun looked at the soldier on the stretcher, whose face was covered in blood and could not be seen clearly. He gave him first aid while trying to understand the situation.

"He was hit by the bomb. He was found like this, still hanging on to his last breath."

Chu Jun instructed the nurse to give the wounded soldier an injection to stabilize his vital signs, and then disinfected himself and began to prepare for the operation.

The wounded soldier was seriously injured this time, with extensive burns and a gunshot wound before he fell into a coma. Chu Jun spent an entire afternoon rescuing him before bringing him back from the brink of death.

Seeing that the vital signs of the people in the tent had returned to normal, Chu Jun breathed a sigh of relief and was finally able to take a break.

It was already late at this time, and Chu Jun had not finished half of his lunch, so he could continue eating it for dinner.

There is no surplus food now, so eating lunch and dinner together can save food for one meal, which can be considered a savings for the troops.

Chu Jun still had the mind to think about finding joy in misery.

Chu Jun, who was usually considered spoiled, had no complaints. This was the norm in war. As a doctor staying behind, he thought he was living a good life.

The soldiers charging at the front gate, risking their lives every day, are the ones who need the most care.

After dinner, no more seriously injured patients were sent in. Chu Jun had just returned to his room when soldiers knocked on his door.

"Doctor Chu, there's a letter from the Young Marshal."

Upon hearing this, Chu Yun, regardless of his exhausted body, immediately stood up and walked up to the officer to take the letter.

Mo Heng rarely wrote to me. After all, whether delivering letters or telegrams, there were certain risks involved, and if one was not careful, one would expose some of one's own movements.

Therefore, during these three months, Mo Heng would usually report his safety to Chu Yun once every two weeks, and take the opportunity of delivering military reports to bring a few personal letters to Chu Yun.

I love Chu Yun:

Seeing words is like meeting.

The first victory on the front line, I am safe, don't worry. Whenever I face danger, I think of you in your white coat, saving the dying and the wounded in the field hospital, and my heart is calm and strong.

There are many things to do in the army, but I often remember the light in your eyes when you were cleaning the wound. Even the food I cook is three points inferior to what you made.

The battle will be decided soon, and I will be back soon. I hope to walk through the bluestone alleys with you and listen to your detailed account of what is happening in the rear.

My thoughts are like the tide, I only wish to hold you in my arms soon.

Mo Heng

To be honest, Mo Heng's letters are becoming more and more corny. It is hard to imagine that Marshal Mo, who has a stern face in front of the soldiers, would write such a lingering letter to his family.

In the past, Chu Jun would have thrown Mo Heng's love letter into the drawer after reading it, and would have been too embarrassed to read it a second time.

But now, thinking that there was someone on the front line facing the hail of bullets every day and still wrote to him to assure him of his safety, Chu Jun read the letter over and over again and was reluctant to put it away.

"Have you ever eaten the food I cooked? You say it's inferior. You're so slick." Chu Jun couldn't help but laugh when he saw the sentence "Even the food I cooked is three points inferior to what you cook." He was in a good mood and put the letter away, placing it in a wooden box for safekeeping.

Chu Jun had been working intensively the entire day, and in the afternoon he was worried about the emergency. He lay in bed, exhausted both physically and mentally, and fell asleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes.

That night, he slept very soundly and naturally did not notice that someone was lying next to him.

Mo Heng gently held Chu Jun's slender waist in his arms and looked at Chu Jun's face in the moonlight. After not seeing her for a few months, Chu Jun's cheeks were thin, and her eyes were dark blue. The little flesh she had worked so hard to gain on her body was gone.

Thinking of what the adjutant had reported directly to him about Dr. Chu, Mo Heng could imagine that Chu Jun must have suffered a lot in the past three months.

Mo Heng felt very regretful while hugging Chu Yun. He felt that he was too selfish and kept Chu Yun for his own selfish desires.

If he and Chu Yun had not been together, if Dr. Chu had never met him, Dr. Chu could have boarded a ship to overseas with the Chu family, away from such a turbulent place, and would not have to live such a hard life and overdraw his body.

It was because Mo Heng selfishly wanted to keep Chu Jun by his side that he did this.

However, Mo Heng was afraid that if he let go, how would he be able to find his lover again after everything settled down?

The world is so big, if Chu Jun leaves this land, it will be difficult to find him again.

It turns out that I still feel at ease only when I hold someone in my arms.

"I wonder if Dr. Chu will be willing to forgive me after I kneel down and apologize to him," Mo Heng thought.

The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms. At dawn the next day, Mo Heng quietly left again, as if he had never been there.

He could only stay here for one night, and now he had to continue on his journey.