因着前一晚的事，沐怀夕一大早见到奶奶就有些不自在。

但她早上没能起来锻炼，奶奶已经拎着应明诚的耳朵拽出去教训了一顿，只是怕她尴尬才装作什么都不知道。

But in fact, there was no major impact on her this month. Grandma was just afraid that Ying Mingcheng would hurt the child without knowing the severity. Seeing that her complexion was pretty good today, she let him go.

Ying Mingcheng was actually very busy after returning from the competition, but he could see Mu Huaixi much more than when he was out. He also took the time to bring her food, which made Wang Xiaohua very envious.

About a week later, his transfer order came down along with the "rectification of name" notice for the Fourth Battalion.

The Fourth Battalion became a formal independent battalion, and he became the battalion commander of the independent battalion.

Tonight is a family dinner, but when Old Song came with wine, grandma gave up her seat and left with Xiaoxi and Aunt Dachu, taking most of the dishes. After a while, she brought two plates of cold dishes.

"Let's have a good drink!" Song Zhengxin laughed and filled the two people's glasses with wine.

"Congratulations to you, congratulations to Mr. Ying," Song Zhengxin raised his glass and greeted the two of them.

"Brother Song," Mu Huaixi suddenly appeared at the door, "You are still taking medicine, so you can't drink too much."

She left after she finished speaking, but before leaving, she glanced at Ying Mingcheng lightly. Ying Mingcheng had no choice but to snatch the wine glass from Song Zhengxin before he could put it in his mouth, drank half of it in one gulp, and handed it back.

Song Zhengxin was so disgusted that he took his cup and poured half of it back into his cup. "Ying Mingcheng, Ying Mingcheng, you really are..."

"The leader has given an order, Brother Song, please don't make things difficult for me." Ying Mingcheng's expression did not change at all, as if he was used to being disciplined.

Brother Song smacked his lips and was about to say something before closing his mouth. Perhaps he remembered that he wasn't in much better shape either.

"Okay, that's all I'll drink. Let's clink glasses first and then the old man leaves." Song Zhengxin was not very familiar with Grandpa Ying, but he had heard that soldiers didn't have so many complicated relationships and could get to know each other after a few drinks.

Grandpa Ying knew him very well. He knew that he was injured during the mission, that it was his granddaughter-in-law who was treating him, and he was even more aware of the relationship between him and his eldest grandson.

Mr. Ying clinked glasses with him very straightforwardly, drank the wine in one gulp, and then ate his snacks without saying anything, leaving the conversation to the two of them.

"Brother Song, it's finally saved," Ying Mingcheng moved his mouth and finally said this sentence, but he still felt regretful in his heart.

Song Zhengxin took another sip of his wine and said, "I came here today to tell you that you have now fulfilled my wish. You must throw away this burden in the future, otherwise how can you go far?"

Ying Mingcheng was about to speak when he raised his chopsticks and said, "Besides, the obsession of being the commander of the Fourth Battalion was that of the paralyzed Song Zhengxin, not the current one."

He supported himself on both sides of the wheelchair and tried to stand up. His waist, which had previously shown no reaction, was able to twist slightly. Although it was only a slight tremor, it made Ying Mingcheng rub his eyes.

"See?" Song Zhengxin said, sitting back down with a sigh, boasting, "This is what I'm obsessed with from now on. I want to stand up!"

"......", Ying Mingcheng looked at him for a long time, unable to say anything.

"You've married a good wife. It's all thanks to her that I can move my waist. So don't think about me too much in the future, or you'll make Comrade Xiao Mu unhappy. Just be a good battalion commander, a good husband, and a good father. Don't be like me."

Ying Mingcheng didn't know what to say, so he could only clink glasses with him, and they both took a sip of wine.

Brother, no need to say more.

"Speaking of which, I have to ask Doctor Xiao Mu something. You've become quite famous this time, and the military district has also learned about her medicinal bath. I don't care about your reward, but I have to ask Doctor Xiao Mu about it and help with the advisory."

"The military hospital wants to transfer her there, and the sanatorium you contacted earlier is also interested," Ying Mingcheng said first. Seeing that Old Song didn't say anything, he smiled and said, "Regiment Wei said that they would contact the local authorities to have her transferred to a regular position early. In the future, she will be a doctor with a permanent position."

"What about the military region?" Song Zhengxin couldn't help but hit him directly, "Stop dithering. Hurry up and tell me."

Ying Mingcheng stared at his legs. If he saw correctly, Song's legs had trembled just now. He didn't dodge Song's hand, but sighed deliberately, "Song, I miss the time when you kicked me. You raised your hand to hit me like that, it was a bit effeminate."

"Fuck you!"

After a few exchanges of blows, Ying Mingcheng changed the subject again, "The military wanted her to go to the military hospital, but they also gave her a choice. They said they would recommend her to study at the military hospital, but after graduation she would have to work there for at least five years."

It’s said to be five years, but most people who enter a military hospital will never be able to get out.

"Study? I think Xiaomu Hospital's medical skills are the best in the world. There's no need to study, right?" Song Zhengxin looked at the old man, seeking his approval.

"I think further study is fine," said Mr. Ying, slowly putting down his glass and looking at his eldest grandson, "but there's absolutely no need to go to the medical school selected by the military region."

"Um?"

"I just received news that your military region will be traveling south next year or the year after next at the latest."

"In fact, it should have been your turn a long time ago. We were just waiting for that sound." Mr. Ying was well-informed and knew the fundamental reason why this base was located deep in the mountains.

Soldiers all have their own missions. He wasn't worried about Ying Mingcheng, or even if he was, it would be pointless. "But if you go south, you won't be able to come back for six months, a year, or even two or three years. Do you want my little grandson to stay with Xiaoxi in the academy, or let her study here on her own and worry about her?"

"This..." Ying Mingcheng clenched his wine glass. The child came too suddenly, and the old man's news also came suddenly.

"Then what do you say, old man?"

"I said, what I mean is to go back to Shengjing. It's not like Shengjing doesn't have a medical school. Your leader should talk to our leader. Once the letter of introduction is ready, we can take Xiaoxi back. She can come home from school every day and be with the child. Usually, we old couple can take care of the child. How great is that."

"Besides, she is by our side and she is a miracle doctor, so you don't have to worry about our health while you are away."

Song Zhengxin's eyes lit up, "This is indeed a good idea."

Ying Mingcheng also knew that it was a good idea, but, but in this way, wouldn’t he be the only one left behind?

I have a wife, children and a warm bed, how come it’s all gone in the blink of an eye?

"How about I discuss this with her? She's still thinking about the medicinal herbs in the mountains, so I'm afraid she's not willing to leave..."