"Commander, aren't we really going to the hospital?" In the dimly lit and cramped military off-road vehicle, He Yun anxiously whispered.

  "Just drop me off up ahead, I've taken my medicine, nothing will happen." Shang Qi's head was still a bit heavy, his right hand probed his forehead, and his words revealed a hint of fatigue.

  It was inconceivable, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have never associated the man sitting in the passenger seat, who had a high fever but refused to go to the hospital, with the iron-blooded instructor from before.

  The car stopped in front of Shang Xi's residence, and for a moment, He Yun felt an urge not to let the man in the passenger seat leave.

  "Boss, I'd better take you to the hospital for a check-up. A few cold pills won't do much good?" He Yuan hastily said as he saw Shang Qi had already grasped the car door handle.

  Six days ago, the superior ordered them to immediately track down the organization that smuggled drugs and firearms within the capital city again. In the past six days, others were fine, but the chief was like a madman, almost always staring at the organization's movements. The good thing about this desperate pursuit is that they destroyed several dens of the organization and had a further grasp of their activities. The bad thing is that the chief didn't care about his own body, so he got a high fever in the afternoon, and now his body must be uncomfortable.

  Shang Yi shook his head and refused to go to the hospital. As soon as the car door opened, a blast of cold wind blew in, almost making him lose his balance.

  He hastily got off the car and held him up: "Chief, are you okay?"

  The movements between the two people have become somewhat intimate. Knowing that He Ruan was kind-hearted, Shang Yue quietly let the two of them keep a distance from each other without leaving any traces, maintaining her supportive posture towards him. This way, he took care of her kindness and ensured that the two of them had boundaries.

  Shang Yiqi hadn't been ill for many years, but this time he had a fever of 39.6 degrees, and it felt like the illness was overwhelming him. Perhaps when people are sick, they become weak and homesick, and Shang Yiqi's subconscious mind stubbornly insisted that he must go home. He didn't want to stay in the cold and impersonal hospital for even a moment.

  The commander of the Beijing Military Region, who had just taken office a few days ago, arrived at the camp of this special forces brigade tonight and checked in. He said that he would assess this division tomorrow. Normally, as the head of the division, Shang Yueqi should not have left the troops at this time. However, coincidentally, the newly appointed middle-aged commander, Chu Jue, was Shang Yueqi's teacher.

  Shang Yiqi had been highly valued by Chu Ju since he enlisted at the age of 16. Chu Ju's evaluation of him was that he had both strategy and bravery, with the demeanor of a great general. Among his favorite students were three people who were also known as the "Iron Alliance" trio back then. Alas, after what happened later, the Iron Alliance ceased to exist, Shang Yiqi took off his military uniform, and also severed contact with Chu Ju.

  Shang Yi also learned through some rumors that Chu Yu had been transferred to various major troops over the years and had made many achievements. This time, Chu Yu was promoted to be the commander of the Capital Military Region, which can be said to be a natural result.

  At night, Shang Yueqi and Chu Ju met briefly, but before they could catch up, Chu Ju noticed that his face looked terrible and waved her hand to let him go back and rest. Afraid that Shang Yueqi would worry too much, Chu Ju deliberately took over his work and said that he was not allowed to come back and see her until he had fully recovered from his illness.

  Shen Cong understood that the teacher was concerned about himself, and he didn't refuse when asked to stay home for two days. After handing over his work, he and Chu Xuan went through the handover procedures. Xue Fu Xun wanted to accompany Chu Xuan to chat, so He Yun volunteered to send him back.

  His footsteps were light and floating, Shang Yi struggled to prop himself up, not wanting to reveal his weakness.

  When the doorbell rang, Gu Xiyan was wearing a small bear pajamas and was cooking green vegetable porridge in the kitchen. Through the cat's eye on the door, she saw the person outside the door and hurriedly let them in.

  After exchanging a few words, he bid farewell.

  After he finished running, Gu Xiyan poured a cup of hot water for Shang Yiqi. Watching him drink it down, she then placed her hand on his forehead and face to feel his body temperature.

  "Okay, wait a bit and go upstairs to take two more pills, then cover yourself with the quilt to sweat it out. Later, I'll wake you up to have some congee." Gu Xiyan reminded him after helping him put the cup aside.

  "Alas......" Shang Yi opened his thin lips and moved them slightly, but he didn't continue speaking.

  "Dad, are you ill?" Hearing the commotion downstairs, the little girl who was originally doing her homework upstairs rushed down.

  "Father is fine, just sleepy and wants to take a nap. Yan'er, don't sleep too late either, okay?" Mo Shang stroked the little girl's head with his hoarse voice.

  "Father, go to bed quickly. Yan'er will sleep after finishing her midnight snack, Father can rest assured." The little girl said sensibly, seeing that Father's body was not well.

  "Yan'er, wait a moment, Mom will serve you porridge later." Gu Xiyen told the little girl and began to support Shang Yi up the stairs.

  Because it was Gu Xiyan, Shang Yue didn't have to worry about the so-called "men and women not being close", his tall body almost entirely relying on Gu Xiyan as he moved upwards.

  Gu Xiyan would naturally be tired, but she didn't say anything. With her right arm wrapped around Shang Yueqi's slender waist, Gu Xiyan leaned the back of her neck against Shang Yueqi's left arm, and the two slowly walked upstairs.

  Finally arrived at the bedroom, Gu Xiyan let Shang Yiqi lie down and covered him with a large quilt that could hold four people. At this moment, Shang Yiqi was already sleepy and couldn't open his eyes.

  Gu Xiyan went downstairs to fetch some cold medicine and poured half a cup of water. She handed these two things to Shang Qi, but he suddenly looked at them with disgust, he actually disliked Western medicine.

  Gu Xiyan couldn't help but laugh to herself at his childish reaction. Not forgetting the urgency of the situation, she coaxed him into taking the medicine and falling asleep. She didn't take the patient's IQ seriously.

  Shang Yi woke up in the middle of the night. The fever he had earlier made his appetite much worse, and at dinner time, he only managed to drink half a bowl of soup, leaving his stomach empty and feeling extremely uncomfortable.

  In the bedroom, a bright yellow desk lamp was on. Shang Yi Qi looked around the bed but didn't see any sign of Gu Xi Yan. Suddenly, he felt a sense of loss in his heart, and he didn't know why.

  Gu Xiyan carried a half bowl of green vegetable and meat slice congee into the bedroom, when she saw the man staring blankly at the ceiling.

  "Qi, I was just thinking of waking you up and you woke up. Have some porridge to fill your stomach, you must be hungry too." Gu Xiyan first placed the porridge on the bedside table, then helped the man out of bed.

  Jian Shangyi didn't seem to have any intention of making a move, so Gu Xiyan sat closer to him and muttered "the patient is the most important".

  She took a sip of porridge and tasted it herself first. The temperature was okay, not too hot.

  The second bowl of porridge was directly sent to Shang Yi's lips by Gu Xiyan.

  Shang Yi's sword-like eyebrows rose, and the deep eyes were stained with starlight. He lowered his head to drink porridge, and a small smile hung at the corner of his lips.

  You come and go, one feeds with care, the other eats to satisfaction. Half a bowl of meat porridge was quickly finished, Shang Xi's stomach finally warmed up, and the previous discomfort disappeared.

  "Alas, haven't you slept yet?" Shang Qi said as Gu Xiyan was cleaning up the dishes and about to leave.

  "Alright, sleep tight, I've wiped the sweat for you a few times, your fever has almost subsided. You sleep for a while longer, I'll be back soon." Gu Xiyan heard the question and turned around with a gentle smile.

  The lamp was turned off and the room became pitch black. Shang Xi Kai held Gu Xi Yan's hand tightly under the quilt: "Xi, aren't you afraid of getting infected?"

  "It's already healed, how can it still be contagious?" Gu Xiyan muttered to herself, her eyelids feeling a bit heavy, she was also tired from the commotion earlier.

  "Sorry to trouble you." Shang Xi knew she was tired, and suddenly felt a bit guilty. He could have clearly stayed in the army to recover, but...

  "Hey, you always say I'm stupid, but you're the one who's stupid! We're husband and wife!" Gu Xiyan said softly before drifting off to sleep.

  In the midst of darkness, Shang Qi enveloped Gu Xiyan in his arms, "Xiyan!"