That evening, Shao He returned to the compartment to change Zhao Yuebei's dressing, clean the wound, and disinfect it, and she also gave him an injection. She operated carefully, occasionally looking at the unconscious man to make sure his condition was gradually improving.
Gradually, the atmosphere in the compartment became heavy and quiet, filled only with Shao He's faint breathing and Zhao Xiu's light sighs.
Once everything was handled, Shao He turned to Zhao Xiu and instructed, "The wound has been treated and the medication administered. Take good care of him here. As long as he doesn't develop a fever tonight, it should be fine."
Zhao Xiu nodded slightly, gently asking, "You've had a hard day, Doctor Shao."
Shao He shook her head, "It's nothing, just take good care of him."
Zhao Xiu nodded and watched Shao He leave before she closed the door.
When Shao He left, it was pitch black outside, and the moon was also obscured by dark clouds.