Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 177 - 0177 Sweet Affection 1_1

Chapter 177: Chapter 0177 Sweet Affection 1_1

Stepping up to the bedside, the sight of Lu Jiang’s current condition immediately dispersed any upset feelings Feng Qingxue was bearing.

They dissipated swiftly, leaving no trace behind.

"Does your wound still hurt? What did the doctor say? The weather is so hot, will the wound get infected? Is there anything I should be aware of?" Feng Qingxue was filled with concern. She now had a clearer understanding of the life of a soldier.

"It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt! Qingxue, don’t worry!" For Lu Jiang, walking off the battlefield alive was the greatest fortune.

During his half-year stint on the battlefield, he bid farewell to countless comrades.

Life and death were only a thread apart.

This war, tangled up in territorial disputes, was incredibly fierce. Many times, he felt his chances of survival were incredibly slim.

But he could not retreat. He had a country and a family at his back, he couldn’t retreat, not even a single step!

Ouyang Zijin quickly stood up, moved his chair over to the bed for Feng Qingxue to sit. He peeled off the last bit of skin on the apple, then handed the apple to Feng Qingxue, saying, "Please take a seat, sister. The doctor comes to change Ajiang’s dressing every day, there’s no need to worry about infections because of the heat. Just be a bit more careful usually."

Feng Qingxue glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

Ouyang Zijin smiled awkwardly, quickly pretended to surrender, "Sister, you two chat first, I need to step out for a bit!" He darted out of the ward, closing the door behind him, feeling proud of his clever move.

As he closed the door and turned around, he saw Niu Yibao gazing at him foolishly.

"What are you looking at? If you disturb the reunion of the couple, you’ll be struck by lightning!"

"I know, that’s why I didn’t go in!"

Inside the ward, only Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue were left, one lying down, the other standing.

At a long-awaited reunion, they found themselves speechless, unsure how to find a topic to talk about.

Lu Jiang’s eyes were locked onto Feng Qingxue, shining with an indescribable joyous sparkle. Waves of emotion and happiness welled up from his heart, filling the ward, even reaching the trees outside the window, causing them to sway gently in response.

"Ajiang..."

"Qingxue..."

Both of them started speaking at the same time. They thought back to the scene when they first met and couldn’t help but laugh together.

The feeling of strangeness was swiftly swept away.

Feng Qingxue placed the apple on the bedside table, reached over to adjust his pillow. At this close distance, she could clearly see numerous small scars on Lu Jiang’s face. They were already healed, but they left behind faint traces.

"Does it hurt?" Feng Qingxue asked again.

"What injury doesn’t hurt? I’m not made of iron." Lu Jiang flashed her a bright smile, "But seeing you, I don’t feel the pain anymore. Qingxue, it’s so good to see you, so good!"

When he was attacked by the artillery fire, he thought he would never have the chance to see his loved one again.

Thank heavens, thank heavens, he was spared.

"By your words, am I some spiritual medicine? Seeing me makes you painless?"

Lu Jiang chuckled, "If you were spiritual medicine, I would worry. People and medicine can’t be together!"

"Nonsense!"

Feng Qingxue chided lightly, her hand gripping his rough, almost cracked one. Her eyes filled with unshed tears as she gazed at him, whispering softly, "Seeing you alive, hearing your voice, your laughter, my heart is finally at ease!"

"I’m sorry, Qingxue, for making you worry." Lu Jiang said.

Feng Qingxue placed her fingers on his lips, "Don’t say sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for!"