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In the dead of night, after finishing bandaging the last wounded soldier who had lost an arm, Ye Chen rubbed his sore back and straightened up.
He glanced at Pei Guanjing, noticing that the white robe he wore over his white attire was already stained with blood. Pei Guanjing, sensing someone was watching him, suddenly looked up and met Ye Chen's gaze.
Ye Chen took a few steps closer and asked with concern, "Master, when will you take a break?"
Pei Guanjing looked at his subordinates; two more needed his confirmation that they were out of danger before they could leave. He replied, "Another half a moment."
"Alright then, Master, I’ll wait for you here." With that, Ye Chen sat down on a low stool nearby.
Since the incident with Zhao Yongsheng, Ye Chen had become wary of wandering alone in the Military Camp; who knew how many beasts like Zhao Yongsheng lurked within the army?
The young man obediently sat still, his slightly drowsy eyes drooping as he blinked and rested his head on his hands, quietly keeping Pei Guanjing company.
Watching this scene, a warmth gradually filled Pei Guanjing's heart as he continued to treat the wounded soldiers.
Soon, everything was wrapped up. The two returned to their tent together.
The next day, when Ye Chen woke up, he realized that the thin wooden partition that had separated him from Pei Guanjing had been removed and replaced with a layer of white gauze.
Without the wooden barrier, the light was much better.
As he turned his head, Ye Chen saw sunlight streaming in through the lifted curtain, its rays delicate as gold. Pei Guanjing was sitting at the table, focused intently on something. Bathed in the golden glow, he seemed to radiate a gentle aura.
"Master." Ye Chen struggled to call out to him. However, as soon as he spoke, he startled himself.
"Why is my voice so hoarse?" Ye Chen thought in alarm; his raspy voice sounded as if it had been scorched by smoke and fire, and his throat felt slightly sore.
Upon hearing him, Pei Guanjing's body jolted before he quickly looked up.
In the morning light, his bright eyes were fixed intently on Ye Chen. In that moment, it seemed as if only Ye Chen existed in his world.
Pei Guanjing hurried over and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch Ye Chen's wrist. As Ye Chen looked up at Pei Guanjing who was focused on taking his pulse, he couldn't help but urgently call out again, "My throat..."
Ye Chen quietly watched as Pei Guanjing took his pulse. It was only now, with Pei Guanjing close to him, that he noticed how much weight Pei Guanjing seemed to have lost in the past few days; stubble had begun to appear on his chin. Normally, Pei Guanjing was a person who bathed every few days and always carried a handkerchief when going out—so meticulous about cleanliness. Yet, these past few days, he had been tirelessly working for Ye Chen and the Medical Camp, suffering through it all. A wave of guilt surged within Ye Chen.
Although there was a ceasefire now, the wounded in the Medical Camp still needed care. Falling ill at this time felt utterly irresponsible. He hurriedly tried to retract his hand, saying, “It’s fine, I’m better now. Master, you should go attend to other matters; there are many people in the Medical Camp waiting for you…”
But Pei Guanjing reached out and firmly grasped his retreating hand, his face stern as he frowned and said, “Don’t move.”
Ye Chen was taken aback. Pei Guanjing no longer wore the gentle demeanor from the past few days; instead, he looked serious as he continued to take Ye Chen's pulse. Ye Chen lowered his gaze, stopped struggling, and quietly allowed Pei Guanjing to examine him.
After carefully checking his pulse and confirming that there were no major issues with his health, Pei Guanjing finally withdrew his hand and said, “These past few days you’ve been running around, lacking rest and getting caught in the rain. All your ailments have flared up again. Just rest for a day or two; remember to drink the pear soup I made for you and take your medicine on time.”
But when he looked up, he saw Ye Chen staring blankly at the ground, his expression distant as if lost in thought. Pei Guanjing waved a hand in front of him. Ye Chen suddenly came back to himself and quickly nodded, “Got it, Master.”
“Don’t call me Master; just call me Guanjing. We are to be married in the future; we shouldn’t confuse our ranks. Call me Master only when others are around!” As Pei Guanjing spoke, he instinctively reached out to pat Ye Chen’s head but was dodged.
“Um… Got it, Master—ah… don’t.”
Seeing his empty hand fall back down, Pei Guanjing silently withdrew it and sat down in front of Ye Chen instead. He then handed over the pear soup that had been set aside. “It’s ready; drink it.”
Ye Chen blinked, took it with outstretched hands, tilted his head back to gulp it down in one go, then quickly handed the bowl back to Pei Guanjing. His swift actions caught Pei Guanjing off guard, leaving him momentarily at a loss for how to continue sitting by his bedside.
Pei Guanjing sighed softly; it seemed that Ye Chen still held a strong sense of guard against him. If he wanted Ye Chen to willingly marry him, he would need to put in more effort.
Ye Chen curled up under the blanket and didn’t get up until he saw Pei Guanjing leave the tent. He wanted to go outside and take a look.
Being left alone here made him uneasy. After all, just a few days ago, Zhao Yongsheng had almost… Shaking his head, Ye Chen dressed quickly and decided to head to the Medical Camp. He truly felt apprehensive about being in a place with so few people.
As soon as he stepped outside, he spotted someone standing at his door.
“Doctor Ye, where are you going? Doctor Pei told me to keep an eye on you; please don’t wander off.”
It seemed that for his safety, Pei Guanjing had also sent someone to protect him.
Seeing this, Ye Chen lost the desire to go to the Medical Camp. Why get up to work when he could lie down and rest? So, he burrowed back under the covers and fell into a light sleep.
Around noon, Pei Guanjing came again, seemingly carrying a food box. Noticing Ye Chen sprawled on the edge of the bed, apparently counting something and looking quite pleased, he approached with a gentle smile and asked softly, “Are you hungry? I brought some food from the Canteen.”
Pei Guanjing's sudden arrival caught Ye Chen completely off guard. At the sound of his voice, Ye Chen instinctively pulled up the blanket and covered his head, mumbling, “I don’t want to eat anything.”
Why did he have to show up just when he was counting his silver? It nearly scared him to death. Ye Chen pressed the silver tightly against his chest, ensuring no corners were exposed before cautiously poking his head out and asking, “What do you have?”
Pei Guanjing brought out a bowl of millet porridge from the food box. Seeing Ye Chen peek out from under the covers, his voice unconsciously softened a bit: “You’ve just recovered from your illness; you should eat something light.”
Ye Chen glanced at the bowl of porridge in his hand. Such bland food had no flavor at all; surely it wasn’t unreasonable for someone who was sick to want a bit of meat? Why pick just this bowl?
In frustration, Ye Chen pulled the blanket up again to cover his head and said with a hint of sulkiness in his voice, “I won’t eat it; I want meat.”
The boy’s voice was already hoarse, and with him insisting on wanting meat, it sounded particularly childish.
A smile gradually appeared on Pei Guanjing's lips. How immature he was! Clearly nearing the age for marriage in just a couple of years, yet he still played around like an eight or nine-year-old child.
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