Chapter 264: No, Uncle Qiao, You Can't Go
"Platoon Leader, how is the camp commander? Has he woken up?"
Seeing that Lu Chen was still unconscious on the operating table, some people were so angry they began speaking without thinking, blaming Qiao Ya for the camp commander's condition and calling him inhumane.
"Hold on, guys, check this out—look at the camp commander's face. The injury is gone!"
At that moment, someone who had been observing carefully suddenly spoke up. "Earlier, when we took down that mutated tiger, the camp commander got clawed in the face, didn't he? But now, the wound has disappeared!"
Hearing this, Qiao Ya hurriedly reached out to touch Lu Chen's face. Sure enough, it was smooth, with no scar in sight.
Qiao Ya was both shocked and relieved as he checked Lu Chen's pulse.
While he wasn't fully back to normal, he was in much better shape than when he was first hurt.
The other soldiers snapped out of it, remembering that Meng Ci had said to let the doctor examine Lu Chen's condition. They hurried out to find one.
Soon, the doctor was brought in.
The doctor who arrived had been the same one treating Lu Chen earlier. When he saw the soldier looking frantic, he assumed Lu Chen had passed away.
He thought he'd come to see Meng Ci and the others fail miserably.
But when he got there, Meng Ci and the others were nowhere to be seen.
He figured they'd skipped town because they couldn't save him.
"Doc, can you check on the camp commander right away?" Qiao Ya urged, grabbing his hand.
"Hmm."
The doctor put on his stethoscope, still muttering under his breath about how it was their fault for not letting him operate sooner.
But upon listening to Lu Chen's heartbeat, he was stunned.
No way! This can't be happening!
Lu Chen's heartbeat was steady, nothing like the condition he had previously diagnosed.
"Doctor, how is he?" a soldier asked.
The doctor didn't respond immediately but instead called a nurse over to conduct a series of tests on Lu Chen.
His broken ribs had somehow mended, and the fluid in his chest had disappeared.
As Qiao Ya and the nurse pushed the hospital bed together, he asked the doctor about Lu Chen's condition again.
Before the doctor could answer, the nurse blurted out in amazement.
"This patient is amazing. Earlier, he was severely injured, with very little chance of survival."
"But in just a short time, he's almost completely recovered."
"Comrade, do you know who the person was that said he could heal him? Can we call him back and ask what medicine he used?"
The more the nurse talked, the more the doctor's face darkened.
Reflecting on his earlier words, he felt embarrassed and humiliated.
But Qiao Ya and the others didn't catch on to the subtleties. They were incredibly excited when they heard the nurse say that Lu Chen was okay.
"Really? Is our camp commander really okay?"
"Nurse comrade, then why isn't our camp commander awake yet?"
...
A group of soldiers surrounded the female nurse, asking questions one after another, their faces filled with excitement.
"Enough! Everyone, be quiet!"
Finally, the doctor could no longer stand it and shouted loudly.
"Take him to the ward for further observation."
Despite his jealousy, the doctor maintained his professional integrity.
The soldiers quickly complied, gently carrying Qiao Moyan to the ward.
Meanwhile, Meng Ci carried Qiao Moyan back home, and as soon as they arrived, he took out a cup of water from his spatial dimension and fed it to Qiao Moyan.
Now, besides Shen Que, there were others in the base who had awakened spatial powers.
Therefore, Meng Ci took the opportunity to let everyone know that he had also awakened spatial powers.
This way, he wouldn't have to worry about being caught when using his spatial dimension.
While he wasn't sure how effective the treatment had been for Lu Chen, Meng Ci remembered that before leaving the hospital, Lu Chen's complexion had looked much better than before, not as pale, which suggested that the treatment should have been effective.
After settling Qiao Moyan, Meng Ci left a large bucket of water from his spatial dimension with Zhao Jingyu, instructing him to feed it to Qiao Moyan regularly.
Then, he left with peace of mind.
When he returned home, Meng Ci picked some pork, beef, lamb, and eggs from his spatial dimension, packed them into a large bag, and took them with Shen Que to Zhao Jingyu's house.
For the next two days, Meng Ci went to Zhao Jingyu's house every day, while Qiao Moyan stayed in a coma.
However, the one bright spot was that Qiao Moyan's color gradually returned.
On the third day, Qiao Moyan finally woke up.
Seeing Qiao Moyan regain consciousness, Zhao Jingyu was so excited that tears almost fell from his eyes. He quickly brought the meat dishes, egg soup, and other delicious food that Meng Ci and the others had prepared to Qiao Moyan's bedside.
Having not eaten for several days, Qiao Moyan was starving. He disregarded his appearance and started wolfing down the food, eating three large bowls of rice in one go, finishing all the dishes as well.
Seeing Qiao Moyan eat so hungrily, Zhao Jingyu gently tried to slow him down, afraid that he would overeat and hurt his stomach.
After filling his stomach, Qiao Moyan had the energy to ask about the soldier in the hospital. He wanted to know how the other person was doing.
Hearing this, Zhao Jingyu didn't want to say much.
Although that person was a soldier and had always protected them, he had also caused serious harm to Uncle Qiao.
But seeing how genuinely concerned Qiao Moyan was, Zhao Jingyu reluctantly told him the truth.
"He's still in the hospital, lying unconscious."
"But he shouldn't die." Zhao Jingyu replied truthfully.
Qiao Moyan heard this and, worried sick, immediately got out of bed.
"I'm going to take a look!"
"No."
Zhao Jingyu quickly grabbed Uncle Qiao's arm, knowing that if he went, he would definitely use his powers. What if he passed out again for days?
Qiao Moyan knew what Zhao Jingyu was worried about and promised him that he wouldn't overexert his powers and could treat the patient for short periods each day.
Although they didn't know the soldier's rank back at the hospital, given how worried Meng Ci was, the soldier must have been in a high-ranking position. Since he knew about this, he had to heal him.
Seeing that Qiao Moyan was insistent, Zhao Jingyu had no choice but to follow him.
When they arrived at the hospital, the two went straight to the fourth floor, where they saw several soldiers standing in front of a ward.
Qiao Moyan and Zhao Jingyu approached.
"Excuse me, is there a patient inside...?"
Before Qiao Moyan could finish his sentence, the soldier on guard duty recognized him and Zhao Jingyu.
"It's you!"
Qiao Moyan and Zhao Jingyu were taken aback, wondering if they were being blamed for not having cured the patient yet.
"Our camp commander is inside. Please, can you help our camp commander again?" The soldier had already opened the door, his eyes red with tears.
"Our camp commander's injuries have improved, but he hasn't regained consciousness in days." The soldier's voice cracked as he spoke, his eyes welling up with tears.
"Alright." Qiao Moyan had come to continue treating the patient, so he went straight in.