85: Aunt Qing, will you come with me?

His skin was pale, his lips were purple, and his limbs were ice-cold.

She took out a thermometer: 31.2°C.

Moderate hypothermia.

"Take off all his wet clothes and dry him with a dry towel."

Han Qing said while preparing the warming equipment.

"Yuran, hot water bottles, place them under his armpits and in his groin. Wanwan, blankets, thick ones."

She herself turned up the temperature in the Medical Room, activated the radiant heating lamp, and aimed it at Qin Lin's body.

The clothes were carefully removed.

Qin Lin's body was exposed to the air, with many signs of frostbite on his skin.

His fingers were white, his toes were purple, and there were large patches of red spots on his chest and back.

Han Qing's brow furrowed tightly.

She put on medical gloves and began treating the frostbitten areas.

First, she gently applied towels soaked in warm water to the frostbitten areas to promote the Recovery of blood circulation.

Her movements were gentle and professional, but swift.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

Qin Lin was actually quite conscious, just physically weak.

He looked at Han Qing's focused profile and suddenly smiled.

"A little, but Aunt Qing, your hands are very gentle."

He still had the mood to joke at a time like this.

Han Qing glared at him but said nothing, continuing her work.

The others were sent away, leaving only the two of them in the Medical Room.

After treating the frostbite, Han Qing began checking other parts of Qin Lin's body.

Her hand pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

She lifted his eyelids, checking his pupils.

She measured his blood pressure and blood oxygen.

During this process, physical contact between the two was inevitable.

Qin Lin lay on the sickbed, covered only by a thin blanket.

Han Qing's hands moved over his body in professional examination motions.

But in this situation, there was a subtle sense of ambiguity.

"Your heartbeat is a bit fast," Han Qing said.

"But it shouldn't be caused by the hypothermia."

"Then what's causing it?" Qin Lin asked deliberately.

Han Qing ignored him and continued the examination.

Her hand moved to Qin Lin's abdomen, pressing to check if any internal organs were damaged.

Qin Lin could feel the warmth of her fingertips through the thin blanket, very distinctly.

"Aunt Qing," he suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?"

"Am I a wounded person?"

"...Yes."

"Then do wounded people have privileges?"

Han Qing stopped her movements and looked at him.

"What do you want to say?"

Qin Lin smiled. Though his face was still pale, there was a light in his eyes.

"Wounded people need care. For example... being fed water, being fed meals, and... massages?"

He said the last two words very softly, with an obvious teasing tone.

Han Qing's face flushed instantly.

She straightened up, crossed her arms, and looked down at him from above.

"Qin Lin, do you know you almost froze to death outside just now?"

"I know," Qin Lin blinked.

"So don't I need care even more now?"

"You..."

Han Qing was so angry she couldn't speak, but looking at his weak yet shameless expression, she couldn't truly get angry.

Finally, she sighed, sat back down, and her tone softened.

"Stop messing around, rest properly. Your frostbite isn't severe, but Recovery from hypothermia takes time."

"You need to stay in the Medical Room for observation tonight, you can't return to your room."

"So, Aunt Qing, will you stay with me?"

Qin Lin pressed his advantage.

Han Qing didn't answer, but she didn't refuse either.

She got up, poured a glass of warm water, inserted a straw, and brought it to Qin Lin's lips.

"Drink some water, slowly."

Qin Lin drank from her hand, his eyes fixed on her the whole time.

Han Qing felt uncomfortable under his gaze and looked away.

"What are you looking at?"

"Looking at how pretty Aunt Qing is."

Qin Lin said it very naturally.

Han Qing's hand trembled slightly, spilling a little water.

"You... be serious."

Her voice trembled a bit.

"I am being serious," Qin Lin said with an innocent expression.

"Aunt Qing is naturally pretty, professional, calm, and... has a good figure."

"Shut up!" Han Qing's face was completely red.

But she didn't leave, nor was she truly angry.

She just continued feeding him water, her movements very gentle.

After drinking the water, Qin Lin sighed comfortably.

"Indeed, the treatment for the wounded is good."

"If you keep talking, I'll stop taking care of you."

Han Qing threatened, but it held no intimidation.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anymore."

Qin Lin obediently shut up, but his eyes still watched her.

The Medical Room fell quiet.

Only the faint ticking of instruments and the sound of their breathing... Qin Lin lay in the Medical Room for three days.

During these three days, he experienced what 'imperial-level treatment' meant.

Every morning at seven, Su Yuran would come in on time with breakfast.

Usually porridge or noodles, paired with freshly picked vegetables from the ecological box.

She would sit by the bed, feeding him spoonful by spoonful.

The tenderness in her eyes could melt ice and snow.

"Eat slowly, it's hot."

She would gently blow on the spoon to cool it before bringing it to his lips.

Lin Wanwan was responsible for keeping him company in the mornings.

She would bring e-books or music, chatting with Qin Lin.

She would talk about funny stories from her university days, or just sit quietly reading a book, occasionally looking up to smile at him.

Her presence was like a spring breeze, gentle and comfortable.

Han Yurou was the liveliest.

Every day, she would pick a small bouquet of flowers from the ecological box.

Though they were just lettuce flowers or chive flower spikes.

But she would arrange them meticulously, placing them in a small vase on the bedside table.

"Brother Lin, look, the strawberries are blooming! They'll bear fruit soon!"

Her eyes sparkled as she reported the progress in the ecological box.

"The cherry tomatoes are growing too, little green fruits, so cute!"

And Han Qing... Han Qing was responsible for everything.

As the doctor, she took full charge of Qin Lin's nursing care.

Three times a day, she checked his vital signs, changed his dressings, monitored the Recovery of his frostbite, and adjusted the treatment plan.

Her professionalism was impeccable, every action precise and efficient.

But Qin Lin noticed that beneath this professionalism, something was quietly changing.

"Aunt Qing, I want some water."

Qin Lin lay in bed, deliberately using a weak voice.

Han Qing was recording temperature data and didn't look up.

"The water cup is right by the bed, get it yourself."

"I'm wounded, I have no strength."

Qin Lin said righteously.

Han Qing looked up and glared at him.

But in the end, she put down the clipboard, picked up the water cup, inserted a straw, and brought it to his lips.

Qin Lin drank from her hand, his eyes fixed on her the whole time.

Han Qing felt uncomfortable under his gaze and looked away.

"What are you looking at? Drink properly."

"Aunt Qing, your eyelashes are so long," Qin Lin suddenly said.

Han Qing's hand trembled.

"You... don't talk nonsense."

Her voice was a bit flustered.

"It's true," Qin Lin said seriously. "I never noticed before, but I realized it today. Aunt Qing, you're actually very beautiful, more beautiful than many young girls."

This statement was half-truth, half-falsehood.

Han Qing was indeed beautiful. At thirty-seven, the years had left a mature charm but hadn't taken away her beauty.

But Qin Lin said it deliberately, wanting to see her blush.

Sure enough, a faint blush quickly spread across Han Qing's face.

"After drinking, lie down properly. I need to check your wounds."

She put on a stern face, trying to use professionalism to mask her fluster.

Qin Lin obediently lay flat.

Han Qing lifted the blanket to check the frostbite on his chest and abdomen.

Her fingers pressed against his skin, professionally pressing, touching, assessing the Recovery.

But Qin Lin could feel that her fingertips were trembling slightly.

"Aunt Qing," he spoke again.

"What is it now?"