Chapter 190: Matchmaking
The morning breeze carried the thick smell of Chinese medicine through the window cracks, and Li Gaoyuan was counting the cement patterns on the ceiling.
“Hmm… There’s a new crack on the seventh beam, just like a tear in a military uniform from shrapnel.” He pondered boredly as he counted.
Suddenly, the crisp sound of an enamel bowl rim knocking against a wooden stool made his eyelashes tremble slightly. A little nurse in a white nurse uniform walked over gracefully and placed a tray on the table beside the hospital bed.
Then she began crushing the yam paste with the back of a spoon, and the rising steam condensed into fine water droplets at her cuffs.
“Regiment Commander Li, it’s time to eat.” The nurse’s sweet voice rang in his ear.
Li Gaoyuan turned his head and saw a little nurse with slightly wheat-colored skin, regular features, and a rather sweet appearance holding an enamel bowl and standing by the window watching him.
Seeing the yam paste in the enamel bowl, Li Gaoyuan suppressed his stomach discomfort and said helplessly, “Little Wu, I’ve been eating paste for a whole week straight. Can you change my food? Even a can of Spam luncheon meat would do.”
Little Nurse Wu had heard Li Gaoyuan say this many times these past few days. She shook her head gently but firmly. “No… Dean Song instructed that for the next half month, you can only have liquid food. Anyone who dares to feed you something else privately will be fired, or even court-martialed!”
“You…”
Looking at the little nurse’s determined eyes, Li Gaoyuan helplessly patted the bed. He had long known that this little nurse seemed gentle but was very stubborn. No matter how much sweet talk he used, she remained unmoved. He didn’t know where Song Mei had found such a person to watch over him.
“Alright… be good… just one more week, and you can try eating some rice or even meat.” The little nurse spoke in a coaxing tone like to a child, which made Li Gaoyuan roll his eyes in anger. He, a dignified colonel regiment commander, was actually controlled by a young girl. If word got out, the people from the whole regiment would laugh at him for life.
He wanted to curse, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a wooden spoon was stuffed into it, and a familiar yam-flavored rice porridge entered his mouth.
“Hmm… Today it seems I can taste some sweetness. This proves his sense of taste is starting to recover.” He thought somewhat surprised, holding the wooden spoon in his mouth.
Soon, the bowl of yam porridge was finished. The little nurse wiped the rice stains from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief before taking the tray and leaving.
Watching the little nurse’s quickly departing figure, Li Gaoyuan felt both curious and amused. This little girl, once he recovered, he had to give her a good lesson.
Just as he was thinking vengefully, he felt an itch at the wound under the bandage on his abdomen. He wanted to scratch it, but as soon as he moved his right hand, a pain came from his abdomen, so he could only give up.
Just as he felt helpless, a sound of footsteps came, followed by a figure entering the ward. As soon as the person entered, the voice also came.
“Old Li, I’m here to see you!”
Hearing the voice, Li Gaoyuan rolled his eyes. “You old boy, you’re here to laugh at me, aren’t you?”
“Of course not, I came specifically to see you.” Lu Shaobin said seriously, and put the basket he was carrying in front of him: “Look… Old Lu didn’t come empty-handed.
See, here are ten cans of luncheon meat, two packs of cigarettes, and some canned fruits, all good stuff. How about it… touched, right?”
Looking at Lu Shaobin’s expression like he was waiting for praise, Li Gaoyuan wished he could stuff the luncheon meat cans into his big mouth.
He, a dignified colonel regiment commander with eighty dollars in salary per month, would he covet those few meat cans?
He had been eating this stuff from the Nanjing breakout last year until now, every day, every meal, and now he was almost sick of it. This Lu Shaobin actually brought a bunch to see him—it was definitely on purpose.
Seeing Li Gaoyuan’s eyes wide with anger, Lu Shaobin was startled and regretted if his joke had gone too far. If he really angered Li Gaoyuan into something bad, Su Yaoyang would definitely eat him alive.
He quickly put down the basket, took a telegram from his pocket, and waved it in front of him twice. “Alright, Old Li, I’m not joking with you. I came this time specifically to deliver a message to you.”
“Deliver a message?” Hearing this, Li Gaoyuan’s anger subsided a bit, but he still said grumpily, “Who has time to write to me at a time like this?”
“Nonsense, of course it’s the Commander.”
“What nonsense are you spouting? With Wild Wolf Valley fighting so intensely now, does the Commander have time to write to me? If you keep blabbering, believe me, once I’m better, I’ll beat you?”
“Hey… you don’t appreciate good intentions.” Lu Shaobin angrily held the letter in front of his eyes. “See? Whose signature is on it? It’s a letter personally sent by the Commander.
It’s not just for you, it’s also for me. The Commander also told me to make sure you recover properly.
Oh right, the Commander said he already asked his wife to arrange a marriage for you. Once you’re better, just wait to get married! Hahaha…”
At this point, Lu Shaobin laughed so hard he doubled over.
He never expected that Li Gaoyuan, this thick-browed, big-eyed guy, would end up needing someone to arrange a marriage for him. If word got out, it would be hilarious.
“What… arranged a marriage for me?” Li Gaoyuan was shocked upon hearing this.
He never expected that while lying in a hospital bed, “disaster” would come from the sky. His Commander, amidst fighting a war, actually had the mood to arrange a marriage for him.
“What, you’re not happy?” Lu Shaobin’s schadenfreude was evident on his face.
“You’re doomed… By my estimate, Madam definitely picked from the doctors and nurses at the field hospital this time. There are so many little nurses in the hospital now, all fresh and lovely. You’re just waiting to be the groom!”
“Bullshit, the Commander manages heaven and earth—can he manage my marriage?” Li Gaoyuan was furious. “No way, even if the king of heaven comes, I won’t agree. She’s a good doctor, but she wants to be a matchmaker? I absolutely won’t agree, unless…”
“Unless what?” Suddenly, a cold voice rang out, followed by a tall, curvaceous woman with a cold expression appearing at the ward door.
Seeing the newcomer, not only Lu Shaobin, but even Li Gaoyuan, who had just been full of fury, immediately wilted.
The newcomer was none other than the matchmaker he had mentioned—Su Yaoyang’s wife, the dean of the field hospital, Song Mei.
Seeing Song Mei arrive, Li Gaoyuan, who had been filled with righteous indignation, shuddered in fear and stammered, “Dean Song, listen to me, what I said earlier… that… that wasn’t about you, I meant… I meant… that… that…”
For a moment, Li Gaoyuan couldn’t even speak properly…
