Song Yan: "Do you think the weather is unusual right now?"

Looking at the relentless rain outside, Wei Aiguo said, "I've only been here for less than a year. I don't really know what the weather is like here."

It was windy and rainy outside, and the house was terribly damp. Song Yan disliked it, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The space felt comfortable, so she didn't dare go in.

Sitting on a stool all the time is uncomfortable, so when Wei Aiguo is snuggled up in bed, he's always restless.

"Read a book quietly for a while." Song Yan swatted away Wei Aiguo's annoying hand.

"I'm tired of watching, I need to rest." Wei Aiguo simply pulled Song Yan over and gave him a kiss.

“You’re always dishonest, and you’ll pay the price,” Song Yan said seriously.

Wei Aiguo had the upper hand, and Song Yan couldn't do anything about it, only able to maintain a serious, stern face. He was particularly pleased. "What price could I possibly pay?"

"Are you sure you're going to pay the price?" Song Yan asked.

Wei Aiguo, oblivious to the danger, kissed Song Yan again.

Song Yan's serious expression disappeared, replaced by a gentle smile. He helped Wei Aiguo lie down slowly.

What price do you want me to pay?

Wei Aiguo was always the one who took the initiative to benefit, while Song Yan never did.

Song Yan lowered his head and kissed him, and Wei Aiguo's breathing became erratic. "What, what are you doing?"

Song Yan gently kneaded Wei Aiguo's firm pectoral muscles. "I'll eat you up!"

Song Yan's kisses were gentle and tender, and her hands became even more restless.

Wei Aiguo was about to explode, "Xiao Yan! Stop..."

Song Yan kissed her repeatedly, his soft lips burning hot…

No! No! The first time the two of them met, Wei Aiguo was...

Wei Aiguo felt uncomfortable with this arrangement. His wife had to belong to him first, and only then would he be hers.

Wei Aiguo grabbed Song Yan's hand, "Wife, I was wrong! Wife!"

Wei Aiguo pushed Song Yan away, preventing her from kissing him.

"Tch!" Song Yan turned away. It seemed like Song Yan was unhappy and ignoring Wei Aiguo. Actually, Song Yan had no experience and didn't know what to do next! Besides, his leg was still injured! But he had scared Wei Aiguo, and Song Yan was secretly pleased.

Serves you right for not being honest! Serves you right for not being honest! You deserve it!

Song Yan ignored him, and Wei Aiguo suddenly felt empty. Especially since he couldn't calm down for a long time, he regretted it…

"Xiaoyan..."

Ignore him.

Wei Aiguo simply reached out and put his arm around Song Yan…

Wei Aiguo and Song Yan were deeply in love and affection.

The military hospital was bustling with activity.

Heavy rains triggered a landslide that buried a passing train. The train derailed, burying the last two carriages.

Nearby troops were urgently mobilized for rescue. The wounded were taken to nearby hospitals. The military hospital was receiving only critically ill patients.

Director Qiao performed two major orthopedic surgeries consecutively, standing on the operating table for sixteen hours. Afterwards, he was not only exhausted, but his back injury flared up, causing him severe pain.

I had just lain down to rest for about half an hour when another injured person was brought in. They said he had injured his lumbar spine.

"I'll go take a look first and have the nurse arrange for the examination. Don't move yet," Dr. Liu Hui said, pressing down on Director Qiao, who was trying to get up.

Director Qiao nodded; his back injury really needed rest…

Twenty minutes later, Liu Hui came in with the film and Commander Qiu.

Liu Hui's expression was grave: "The wounded one is a soldier!"

Liu Hui's expression told Director Qiao that the patient's condition was not good.

When Director Qiao saw the X-ray, his heart sank. The patient had a spinal injury and needed immediate surgery. However, there were only three people in the entire province who could perform this surgery.

I am one. But now I can't have surgery on my back.

"There are very few people in the entire province who can perform this kind of surgery," said Director Qiao.

"If the surgery is successful, will this person still be able to walk?" Commander Qiu asked.

"The success rate of this surgery is around 80%. After a successful surgery, walking, sitting, and lying down will not be a problem, but strenuous exercise and physical activity should be avoided," said Director Qiao, looking at the scans...

Dean Xia suddenly pushed the door open.

Seeing the dean's outburst, Director Qiao asked, "What's wrong, Dean?"

Dean Xia let out a long sigh of relief. "Old Qiao, can your back still hold up for another surgery?"

Director Qiao shook his head; it definitely wouldn't work.

Division Commander Qiu sensed that the situation might be bad. "What happened?"

“There are three people who can perform this surgery. Old Qiao is no longer able to. The other two professors are from the provincial hospital; one is studying in Beijing, and the other went to another province to attend a relative's funeral and hasn't returned. We can't contact him because of this heavy rain,” Dean Xia said sadly.

"Then we'll have to send him away. The earlier the surgery is performed, the better for this bone injury," said Director Qiao.

Commander Qiu shook his head, "The rain is so heavy that the planes can't even take off." He said, "We'll send them by car. Even without the doctor saying it, we know they can't handle the bumpy ride."

Director Qiao forced himself to go and check on the injured.

The patient was an injured company commander named Qiu Jiang.

Director Qiao looked at Commander Qiu.

Commander Qiu was deeply grieved. "He was my eldest son. When the rocks rolled down the mountain, he shielded the children with his body; the children in front of him were unharmed. He..."

“I’m sensitive to the side effects of painkillers. Using painkillers affects the dexterity of my hands. Without painkillers, the pain interferes with my work, and I can’t perform delicate surgeries.” Director Qiao felt a deep sense of helplessness.

"They're all ready over there. As long as the weather permits, the plane can take off immediately," Commander Zhao said.

Qiu Jiang was injured. They were all kids from the compound, and everyone who knew came to help.

“Waiting like this is also dangerous! The pain, coupled with the fixed posture, will cause the local hematoma to compress and cause pain, and the edema will further aggravate the compression. He may not be able to bear it. If he moves, it may cause secondary injury,” Director Qiao said.

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