My little country wife whom I haven't seen for eight years has come to join the army

The sudden, piercing pain made even a tough guy like Lu Qinchuan unable to withstand it. He cried out in shock, "Hiss—, what are you doing?"

Xiao Lin sucked in a breath of cold air, looking at Lu Qinchuan, whose face was distorted with pain, at a loss: "I... I..."

A pair of slender hands supported Lu Qinchuan's injured leg, trying to move it to a comfortable position. Zhou Ruoyu pursed her lips tightly due to the effort and called out to Xiaolin: "Come and give me a hand..."

Xiao Lin, who had been defined as an unqualified medical staff by Lu Qinchuan, hurried over, and the two of them worked together to move Lu Qinchuan's injured leg steadily to the side of the bed.

She panted softly and said to Lu Qinchuan, "It's all my fault. I pulled her over to chat with me when she came. I'll go get some rice. I'll make you some porridge. It's easy to digest."

Lu Qinchuan was also puzzled. He had led troops for many years and his hot temper was easily ignited, not easily suppressed. But Xiaoyu seemed to have some kind of magic. Her words always made him calm down.

Lu Qinchuan shook his head gently: "You guys eat, I'm not hungry."

Of course he wasn't hungry. He hadn't eaten much since last night and was looking forward to Captain Zhu bringing a lunch box. He wanted to save his stomach for the boiled fish.

"How can I not eat? Not only must I eat, but I must eat well!"

The door opened and it was Su Hongmei who spoke, holding in her hand an insulated lunch box that no one could afford.

Su Hongmei looked Zhou Ruoyu up and down quickly, imperceptibly. Oh my god, this dress made her look taller, especially the pants, which made her legs look long and straight.

"Captain Lu is seriously injured. You wore a bright red dress yesterday and a new outfit today. You don't look like you're here to tend to a patient. You look more like you're here to walk the runway!"

Su Hongmei said something harsh in a cold voice. Now that the relationship has been made clear, there is no need to hide it. What she wants can only be hers!

Zhou Ruoyu looked behind Su Hongmei, but there was no one there.

"Why did you come here alone today? Aren't you the only one who wants me to get out?"

"Hmph, let me tell you the truth. The old man has gone to Luancheng Railway Station to pick someone up. The people who are legitimately waiting for Qin Chuan will be here soon. When the time comes, some people will naturally get out of here as far as possible."

Su Hongmei rolled her eyes, looking determined to win.

Lu Qinchuan was very curious about who the person she was talking about was, but because of Su Hongmei's ulterior motives, he just said coldly, "Nurse Su, I'm fine now. If you don't have anything to do, don't come to me."

Su Hongmei became even more malicious and glared at Zhou Ruoyu fiercely, becoming even more certain that this woman must have drugged Lu Qinchuan again the night before.

"We've been comrades for so many years. How could I not worry about you if something happened to you? Let's not talk about this. My second aunt made some chicken soup and asked me to bring it to you."

Su Hongmei smiled faintly and opened the thermos lunch box. A rich aroma of chicken soup filled her nose, and even Zhou Ruoyu couldn't help swallowing.

But Lu Qinchuan frowned and said, "I don't want to drink chicken soup. I appreciate the Chief's wife's kindness. You can take it back."

"you!"

Su Hongmei blushed. Ever since she met Lu Qinchuan, she had never spoken to her like that. It all started when that country bumpkin came into the family.

Nurse Xiaolin took the lunch box from Su Hongmei and said with a smile, "Captain Lu, you really need nutrition. They sent it all the way here, so how can you let them take it back?"

Su Hongmei, biting her lower lip and about to burst into tears, finally found a way out:

"Yes, Qin Chuan, she and I are both nurses in the hospital, so we naturally know what you should eat. Chicken soup is the most nutritious. If you want to recover quickly, you must drink chicken soup."

Zhou Ruoyu also agreed with a smile: "Stay, after all, she is the wife of the military chief."

Lu Qinchuan also became stubborn, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Bai Yueguang was so sad that tears were about to flow out. Zhou Ruoyu saw that the situation was not good and went to the cafeteria to get porridge in a dejected manner.

She naturally knew that drinking chicken soup was the best way for Lu Qinchuan to recover the fastest in his current condition.

But she couldn't be in two places at once, so she could only rely on the miserable white porridge in the cafeteria in the hospital.

I sniffed, and the smell of the warm chicken soup made by the chief's wife lingered in my nose, unable to be shaken off.

Tsk tsk, for a wealthy person who used to pay great attention to the quality of life, she had never worried about chicken soup. It was really fate that played tricks on her.

When I returned to the ward carrying two aluminum lunch boxes, I only saw Nurse Kobayashi busy in the room, and Su Hongmei was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, where's Nurse Su?"

This shouldn't be the case. She specifically left time for Lu Qinchuan to talk to Bai Yueguang, so how could he finish it so quickly?

She was asking Nurse Xiaolin, but Lu Qinchuan answered first: "Let's go. I can't drink the chicken soup, you drink this."

Xiao Lin looked at her with his round eyes, then looked at the insulated lunch box on the table, with a smile in his eyes.

"I drink it?" Zhou Ruoyu was confused. "That's not good. First, I'm not a patient. Second, this is specially made for you. How can I drink it?"

"If you don't want to drink it, pour it out!" There was no emotion in Lu Qinchuan's voice, it was very cold.

A stubborn bastard! Zhou Ruoyu silently labeled him another one.

"Then you want to drink porridge?"

"Ah."

From the cafeteria to the ward, the boiling hot white porridge has become warm porridge, which is just right to drink.

Stand the pillow upright and let Lu Qinchuan lean his shoulders on it, so that the whole person is in a half-sitting position.

"I'll do it myself." Lu Qinchuan reached out to take the lunch box and soup spoon.

Nurse Xiao Lin hurriedly stopped him, "No! Captain Lu's chest injury is more serious than his leg injury. Don't move his arms easily. Sister Zhou, you'll have to feed him for a few days."

Zhou Ruoyu smiled awkwardly. Even though she was only his wife in name, she didn't seem to be very qualified. She hadn't even considered the layers of gauze wrapped around his chest.

Sitting crookedly on his hospital bed, she held the lunch box in one hand and the soup spoon in the other, feeding the porridge to Lu Qinchuan's mouth. She looked focused, scooping a spoonful at a time.

Those who eat porridge eat it one spoonful at a time, and this meal is almost force-fed.

Lu Qinchuan's heart was filled with happiness. He remembered that when Xiaoyu was young, she couldn't even stand steadily. He fed her every day, one spoonful at a time, without fighting or grabbing, and was very well-behaved.

But now that she has grown up, she feeds him mouthful by mouthful.

The two are six years apart in age. When Zhou Ruoyu was two years old, Lu Qinchuan was already a naughty boy running around the streets. The feeling of raising his wife with his own hands seemed really wonderful.

After feeding Lu Qinchuan, Zhou Ruoyu and Xiao Lin started to make eye contact over the lunch box of chicken soup.

Zhou Ruoyu was hesitant, but Xiaolin insisted on eating it, otherwise it would go bad and wasting food was a crime.

After a struggle, Zhou Ruoyu gave in. In the end, the chicken soup was too delicious. She thought to herself: It's the original owner's body that is greedy. She has lived through too long of a hard life. Let's satisfy her.