Qiao Mei looked at Xia Zhe's back blankly for a while before she stammered, "Um… I think I went a little overboard. The wounds have all healed. How can you explain it to the military doctors tomorrow?"
"It's fine. I'll just ask the military doctors to give me the medicine. I'll say that you can change my dressing every day as I don't want to travel back and forth. This way, there won't be any issue and they won't know about this," Xia Zhe said with a smile.
Qiao Mei touched the scars on Xia Zhe's body gently with her fingertips. Some were shallow while others were deep. These scars were all Xia Zhe's merit medals and each scar represented the battles he had fought in the past.
For a moment, Qiao Mei felt a little anxious and worried. Could she save Xia Zhe like this for the rest of her life? It was just like the last time when she faced Xia Mao.
