The 60s Island: The Daily Life of a Capitalist Young Lady with the Army - Chapter 70: Daring to Face the Cold Needle!

Chapter 70: Daring to Face the Cold Needle!

Long Peiye lowered his head, looking at the restless little hand in his embrace. Just as the corners of his mouth were about to curl upward, he was interrupted by the nurse’s crisp voice.

“Alright, time’s up. Let me see the thermometer.”

He responded and carefully pulled the thin glass tube from under Xu Xiangsi’s arm.

Handing it to the nurse, they both leaned in to look.

The mercury column had settled steadily at a glaring mark—39.2 degrees Celsius.

“Whoa, that’s quite a high fever!”

The nurse frowned as well, turning her head to call out to the doctor inside, “Dr. Wang, this one needs a fever-reducing shot, or the temperature won’t come down.”

The words “fever-reducing shot” struck like a thunderbolt, instantly jolting the drowsy Xu Xiangsi awake.

Her eyes snapped open, and the previously listless person suddenly perked up.

“A shot?”

She repeated the words blankly at first, then seemed to realize something, her small face instantly scrunching up like a bitter gourd.

“A… a butt shot?” Her voice trembled with a hint of despair.

The nurse was amused by her reaction. “Yes, of course. A butt shot is the fastest way to reduce a fever.”

Xu Xiangsi shook her head vigorously like a rattle-drum, and a resolute “No way!” had just escaped her lips when Long Peiye’s calm and indifferent voice sounded above her head.

“Last night, you refused to drink the ginger soup too.”

“…”

Xu Xiangsi was instantly speechless.

How infuriating!

This man always knew exactly how to hit her weak spot with just one sentence!

She hadn’t drunk the ginger soup, so now she had a fever.

If she didn’t get the shot, she would be the one suffering.

The logic was so clear she couldn’t refute it.

Xu Xiangsi’s shoulders slumped, but after a few seconds, she straightened up abruptly.

She took a deep breath, plastering a tragically heroic expression on her face. “Fine, I’ll do it!”

She stiffened her neck, clinging to her last shred of dignity. “I, Xu Xiangsi, am afraid of a tiny little needle? What a joke!”

Her words were bold and fearless, but inwardly, she had already shriveled up in fear.

In her opinion, even being stabbed a couple of times with a knife might not be as terrifying as a butt shot.

That feeling… it was just too humiliating!

Especially when the cold alcohol swab circled around her buttocks for disinfection—it really felt like being a helpless lamb waiting for slaughter on a chopping block.

And the sheer horror of not knowing from which tricky angle the needle would suddenly plunge in next—it was enough to scare the soul right out of you!

Long Peiye watched her comical act of pretending to be “the bravest person in the world” while clearly terrified out of her wits. He struggled to hold back his laughter, nearly giving himself internal injuries.

He leaned down, bringing his mouth close to her ear, his voice low and soothing. “Don’t be afraid. It’ll be over in a second, very quickly.”

Just then, the doctor walked over with the prepared syringe, the needle gleaming brightly.

“Alright, sit properly and pull your pants down.”

Long Peiye instinctively felt that, as a grown man, his presence might make her uncomfortable during such an intimate procedure.

He was about to stand up and leave to give her some privacy.

But the moment he moved, Xu Xiangsi shot out her hand like lightning, gripping his sleeve tightly.

“Where are you going?!” Her eyes were wide with panic and accusation.

Long Peiye was taken aback, then pointed toward the door. “I’ll wait for you outside.”

The words were better left unsaid, for they instantly ignited Xu Xiangsi’s temper.

“Long Peiye!”

She accused, “At this terrifying life-and-death moment, you actually plan to abandon me alone?!”

The more she spoke, the more justified she felt, her voice rising three pitches higher: “You truly live up to that old saying! ‘Husband and wife are birds in the same forest, but when disaster strikes, you’re the first to fly away’—is that your plan?”

Long Peiye: “???”

He was caught between laughter and tears at this exaggerated accusation.

It was just a shot—how did it escalate to the level of “disaster striking”?

He raised an eyebrow and deliberately teased her: “According to your logic, should I take a shot with you to prove we share hardships?”

Xu Xiangsi reluctantly loosened her grip slightly and muttered under her breath: “If getting a shot yourself could cure me, I’d definitely let you take it for me.”

However, Long Peiye could see through her.

It wasn’t that she disliked him staying—she was afraid of him leaving.

His heart softened, his amusement fading away, replaced only by overwhelming helplessness and affection.

He settled back into his seat, turned his hand to grasp her small one clutching his sleeve, and enveloped it completely within his large palm.

“Alright, alright, I’m not going anywhere.”

His voice softened, carrying a soothing quality: “I’ll stay right here with you, not going anywhere.”

It was only then that Long Peiye belatedly realized.

His seemingly fearless little wife—who dared to fight human traffickers and dive into the sea for rescues—was actually… afraid of injections.

Watching her cling tightly to him, he felt a certain spot in his chest grow both tender and warm.

Really…

Absolutely adorable.

Hearing this, even the doctor preparing the medication couldn’t help but laugh.

“Comrade Xu, it’s perfectly normal to be afraid of injections.”

While skillfully drawing the liquid, he comforted her in a veteran’s tone: “Not just you—many children are scared of this too. It doesn’t actually hurt much, but that sensation just gives people the creeps.”

Xu Xiangsi immediately felt understood, as if she’d found her tribe and grabbed a lifeline, nodding vigorously like pounding garlic.

“Exactly! Doctor Wang, you understand completely! That’s exactly it!”

But understanding was one thing—watching the doctor uncap the vial and draw every last drop of the transparent liquid into the syringe was another matter.

That slender, cold needle tip glittered with a heart-palpitating chill under the clinic lights.

The tiny bit of courage Xu Xiangsi had mustered instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, whooshing away completely.

With a yelp, without thinking, she buried herself headfirst into Long Peiye’s solid, warm embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, her face completely hidden against him, eyes squeezed shut, refusing to take another glance.

When the doctor approached with an alcohol-soaked cotton ball, he could clearly feel through her thin pants that her muscles were tensed as hard as iron.

Amused, he reminded her: “Relax a bit, Comrade Xu.”

“If you stay this tense, your muscles will contract. If the needle meets too much resistance, it might break inside.”

“!!!”

The warning only made things worse—Xu Xiangsi grew even more nervous!

B-break inside?!

That would be disastrous!

Her entire body trembled like autumn leaves in the wind.

Feeling the person in his arms shaking even more violently, Long Peiye’s heart ached with helplessness. He could only hold her tighter.

He lowered his head, his warm breath brushing over her hair.

“Don’t be afraid, it’ll just be a moment. It’ll really be over quickly.”

He comforted her softly, then after a moment’s thought, extended his own arm to her lips.

“If you’re truly scared, bite me here.”

His voice was deep, carrying a hint of coaxing.

“When the needle goes in later, bite down hard. I’ll share the pain with you, alright?”

Xu Xiangsi mumbled softly, her voice muffled: “Is it really about the pain?”

“Besides, one person suffering is enough. Why drag another into it?”

Despite her words, she buried herself deeper against him.

Her entire face pressed against Long Peiye’s firm chest, her cheeks rubbing against his well-defined abdominal muscles as she drew strength from the comforting solidity.

Then, adopting the demeanor of a hero facing execution, her voice emerged muffled from his embrace yet filled with determined courage.

“Come on then!”

“A true warrior dares to face the cold needle head-on!”