Married Off to Join the Army, Dr. Shen Wows the Military Compound

A marriage-by-proxy contract sent her from the operating table to the Gobi Desert, where she became the “wife of Regiment Commander Lu,” envied by everyone.

On their wedding night, he stared at her with eyes as cold as knives. “Keep your head down and don’t cause me trouble. We’ll divorce in three years!”

Shen Jingshu clenched her hands, the calluses left by her surgical scalpel still faintly visible, and swallowed her humiliation. She wasn’t some parasitic vine clinging to a powerful man. She was a surgeon who could snatch lives from Death’s grasp.

The sandstorms at Fengling Ferry could not break her spirit, and the difficulties at the infirmary could not blunt her edge. When Squad Leader Li’s blood stained her white coat, and she worked a miracle of life inside a crude tent, Lu Zhanxiao, the proud border regiment commander, was shaken for the first time.

But Su Wanqing’s cruel schemes, the carefully spun rumors, and his deep-rooted prejudice… tore their budding trust to shreds.

“Shen Jingshu, I’m not even dead yet, and you’re already so eager to throw yourself into another man’s arms?” His piercing accusation left her heart dead.

Until the sky collapsed and the land was torn asunder!

Amid the ruins, covered in blood, she stood like a pillar holding back the sea, using her medical skills as a spear as she raced against Death. He commanded thousands of troops, yet could no longer take his eyes off that slender but unyielding figure. Their past misunderstandings crumbled in the face of life and death, leaving only burning regret.

The smoke cleared, and all was settled.

For the first time, Lu Zhanxiao bowed his proud head to her. His voice was hoarse. “Jingshu, we…”

She answered with a calm, unruffled smile, tinged with a faint sense of release.

She gently brushed aside his outstretched hand. “Regiment Commander Lu, our three-year agreement is over.”

Only when she turned to leave did he realize that he could no longer bear to lose her.