Chapter 1071 - 343: Kindness_4
Xiao Ruiyuan wasn’t upset either. Casually withdrawing his hand, he flipped back a corner of the blanket and slid in, yet he didn’t snuggle up to Mo Yan, worried that the chill on his body might make her cold.
The room was fairly warm, and since they were lying under the covers, Mo Yan didn’t feel particularly cold. She moved closer on her own initiative, "Why did you come over so late today?"
With just that turn, the corner of Mo Yan’s blanket at her back lifted, and a draft whistled into the covers. Xiao Ruiyuan’s hand quickly reached over to tuck in the corner of the blanket and pulled her into his arms. Seeing that her body was not as cold as he had thought, the last bit of his discontent melted away.
"Nothing special, I just wanted to see you." Feeling the delicacy of Mo Yan’s face, Xiao Ruiyuan spoke in a tender voice, "I had planned to come over with my cousin this morning, but there was an urgent report from the border, so I didn’t come. My cousin told me you personally treated those soldiers, weren’t you tired?"
Mo Yan shook her head, "I just assisted. The most exhausted were Master and those doctors."
Although her pulse readings were highly accurate, she wasn’t confident enough to prescribe medication by herself; after all, taking a pulse wouldn’t kill someone, but prescribing the wrong medicine could. Her Master wouldn’t allow her to prescribe, and she herself lacked the confidence to do so.
Xiao Ruiyuan examined Mo Yan’s complexion carefully and, seeing she was indeed not in bad shape, believed her words. A trace of relief appeared on his face, "Every winter, there used to be old and frail soldiers who died of illness or froze to death. Maybe this year it won’t be the same."
Upon hearing this, Mo Yan thought of the large ring of red characters that had appeared on the Merit Pearl and said with certainty, "Don’t worry, they surely will have a happy twilight years!"
Meanwhile, as the two lay in bed chatting like an old married couple, on the other side, the three hundred soldiers housed in the temporary shelter were also not asleep, standing en masse on the open ground outside the buildings despite the cold night wind.
Three hundred people scattered around didn’t seem like a lot, but when they all gathered together, the space barely accommodated them. They formed five circles of varying sizes, the larger encompassing the smaller; those who could stand were standing straight, while those who couldn’t sat on chairs.