In the early hours of the morning, the entire mountain village was dark. Everyone had fallen asleep. It had rained, and the dark clouds in the sky had filled up the night.
Wendy Grant was gently placed in the co—pilot position by Duke, and fastened her seat belt for her. Duke sat in the driver's seat. On the back seat, he was lying quietly, and his eyes looked at Wendy Grant worriedly, as if he knew that this female host was sick. He wanted to be a good man and never give her any trouble.
"Wendy, I have hot water here, please have some." When Duke came, he even filled his thermos with hot water.
Wendy Grant picked it up, held it, and took a sip. It felt better.
"Sorry, it's so late, I still wake you up." Wendy Grant felt guilty.
Duke reached out and touched her long hair, then gently said, "If you want to be kind to me, then I'll be really angry. Who had the courage to say that I won't marry you?"
Wendy Grant was blushed as she was turned over.
"I said it before, but I'm afraid you won't marry. Later, I won't be able to say such big words anymore." Wendy Grant felt a little awkward, but he did not expect that Duke would still remember it.
"It's you who gave me the courage to face my sincerity." Duke finished, started the car, dominated the off—road vehicle, skidding on the muddy road, and quickly driven out of the mud.
Wendy knew that driving in the night needed to be focused, so she didn't talk anymore. She just leaned on her position quietly. At first, she could follow the road ahead and see the car that was being driven by the car at night. The light was torn apart, and when he saw many small moths following the lights, he flew over as if he was not afraid of death.
But slowly, her eyelids couldn't stand, and she fell asleep again unconsciously.
When she woke up, she realized that she had arrived at the base's infirmary. The lights were bright. She was still being carried by Duke and placed on the bed. Duke asked the emergency doctor anxiously: "She still alright, is there anything else?"
The doctor was doing a checkup for Wendy Grant. When he took out his thermometer, he shrugged his shoulders: "The fever is thirty—nine degrees high. Most people can't stand it. Excuse me," said Duke.
"The major is too polite. It's really rare to have the honor of seeing your girlfriend." The doctor was also a little naughty, because everyone suspected that Duke had a girlfriend, but he hadn't seen a real person yet. In a moment, he finally saw that he was so young and beautiful. He looked like he was still a college student. There was still baby fat on his face, and he was a little naive.
Duke blushed and he smiled thinly, then he sat on the chair beside him.
Wendy Grant blinked, her eyes were no longer clear and black, but because of the bad rest, she dyed some red silk.
The doctor prescribed antipyretics and Duke took it and gave it to Wendy Grant to swallow.
Wendy Grant can't be pampered now, even though she doesn't like medicine, but she must eat it.
"Don't worry. We will get better soon." Duke was afraid of her and immediately consoled her.
Wendy Grant nodded her head, looking listless and loving.
When a nurse came over to give her an injection, Wendy Grant suddenly thought of something. She said, "I'm on a monthly event. If you get an injection, it won't affect you."
The nurse was stunned and shook her head. "I'm not sure about this. I'm going to ask the doctor."
Duke immediately stood up and said, "I'm going to ask."
Wendy Grant was so embarrassed.
After a while, Duke returned with a flushed face and whispered, "The doctor said it's okay, you can get an injection."
The nurse laughed secretly because she really had a hard time seeing that Major Duke also blushed.
Wendy Grant was even more embarrassed. She wanted to dig into the hole and hide.
"The veins are too thin." The nurse was infusing Wendy, but she noticed that her arms were too thin, and the blood vessels on her back were hard to pinpoint. She sweated anxiously from her forehead.
"Let's change hands." The nurse was also nervous, because Duke stood there and stared at him with the expression of trying to hurt his girlfriend.
Wendy Grant was spoiled from childhood, so the skin on her hands was delicate. Fortunately, the nurse still pinned the veins with a single needle. Wendy Grant's pain shook her whole body and bit her lower lip.
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