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!
