After Transmigrating, The Fat Wife Made A Comeback!

For some reason, Qiao Mei suddenly felt a little flustered. She had never felt this way before. She quickly called Xu Lan, Xia He, Qiao Qiang, Li Gui and Qian'e to confirm that they were all fine before she felt more at ease.

She thought that perhaps she was just overthinking…

Qiao Mei tried to console herself. After finishing her meal alone, she put the food into the fridge and hugged the two children to sleep.

When it was almost dawn, Qiao Mei suddenly caught a whiff of a strong scent of blood. She looked up and saw Xia Zhe quietly opening the door and entering the house.

"Did I open the door too loudly? I didn't expect to wake you up," Xia Zhe said as he scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Are you injured?" Qiao Mei asked with a frown.

"I'm not. I'm covered in the blood of my comrades," Xia Zhe said vaguely.

Qiao Mei did not believe what Xia Zhe said. She got up and ripped open Xia Zhe's clothes. Xia Zhe's body was wrapped in bandages and his blood had already soaked through the bandages and stained his clothes.

"You're talking nonsense! What exactly is going on!" Qiao Mei said in a low voice, her heart aching for him. She was worried that if she spoke too loudly, she would wake the children.

"It's just some minor injuries. It's not a big deal. This time, the team was full of new recruits. When we were in the mountains, we suddenly encountered a group of criminals. We had to fight them to capture them alive," Xia Zhe said casually.

Qiao Mei hurriedly helped Xia Zhe to the side and lit a candle. Using the faint light, Qiao Mei could finally see the wounds under the bandage.

It could only be described as "gruesome". This was the first time Qiao Mei had seen Xia Zhe with such serious injuries. She hurriedly ran to the cabinet and took out the box of medicinal wine. It was filled with 1,000-year-old ginseng and bottles of ginseng juice of various colors. If someone stole the box, that person could make a fortune from it!

Without thinking, Qiao Mei quickly took out a big bottle of golden 10,000-year-old ginseng juice. In fact, the green 100-year-old ginseng juice would be enough to treat Xia Zhe's wounds. At the moment, she was too worried to think straight.

"Bear with it for a while. It might hurt a lot. Let me take a look at your injuries first." Qiao Mei took off Xia Zhe's clothes and gently unwrapped the bandages around his body. Xia Zhe's wounds were finally all completely exposed to Qiao Mei.

There were knife wounds, gunshot wounds and even some bite wounds. He was probably bitten by those people who were trying to escape during the fight to subdue the bad guys.

The gunshot wound on Xia Zhe's back was from a shotgun and it was extremely difficult to deal with. There was very little they could do in the mountain area, so it was already very good that Xia Zhe had received treatment to such an extent.

Qiao Mei sat behind Xia Zhe and gently wiped the wound with alcohol. She added a drop of ginseng juice to the alcohol so that Xia Zhe would not feel too much pain.

She reached out to touch Xia Zhe's wound and the butterfly mark on her chest warmed slightly. Qiao Mei could see inside Xia Zhe's body. Xia Zhe was in combat often and had many old injuries in his body.

There was still a lot of shrapnel left in his body. During those critical moments, the field doctors could only stop the bleeding first and try their best to remove as much shrapnel as they could. By the time he returned from the mission, his wounds were all almost healed. Taking out the remaining shrapnel would mean cutting open his flesh again. He did not want to have to go through it, so he just kept the shrapnel inside his body.

Qiao Mei gently ground a vine seed with her fingers and quietly urged it to grow, letting the vine burrow into Xia Zhe's body through the wound and get closer to the shrapnel.

"Hiss…" Xia Zhe gasped in pain.

"Bear with it for a while. I'm disinfecting the wound and it will hurt. You still have a lot of loose bullet particles that haven't been cleaned up," Qiao Mei said.

Xia Zhe casually grabbed a piece of clothing from the side and bit onto it, enduring the intense pain. The pain caused by Qiao Mei's treatment was still far less painful than what he suffered on the battlefield. He could endure it.

Qiao Mei finally touched the first piece of shrapnel. She slowly pulled it out while trying to keep it as painless for Xia Zhe as possible.

First it was one piece, then two pieces. By the time the third piece was taken out, both Xia Zhe and Qiao Mei were already sweating profusely. There were still two pieces of shrapnel located very far away. If she forcefully pulled them out, it would hurt Xia Zhe's internal organs. It was better to wait for another chance.

Qiao Mei cleaned up the shotgun particles on Xia Zhe's back and squeezed out the pus from the wounds that had not healed properly. After she was done, she poured ginseng juice over all the wounds in one go. In the blink of an eye, Xia Zhe's wounds had completely healed and looked no different from an old injury.