Jiang Qiao brought a large bag of things, which surprised even the people working in the kitchen. Did this girl plan to live here?

"Happy New Year, everyone. From now on, I'll be using your kitchen. My father is recuperating here. This is a small gift for you two. It's the New Year, and I don't know what you'd like to eat, so this is for your children. It's just a small token of my appreciation."

What Jiang Qiao presented was no small token of respect; it was two pieces of meat and a packet of pastries.

Neither of them knew whether they should accept the gift or not; it was too valuable.

Jiang Qiao insisted on handing it over to them, saying, "I'll have to trouble you two again in the future. I don't know when my dad will be discharged from the hospital, so I'd like to get him some nutritious food to help him recover. So, we'll be visiting each other more often in the future."

With such a generous gift, what could these two comrades say? Besides, they had heard that the wounded soldiers admitted yesterday were all heroes. The leaders had even said that they would provide special meals for those patients. However, even if they wanted to, they could only make noodles or something. It wasn't that they didn't want to cook good food for them, but they simply didn't have the supplies.

Jiang Qiao's arrival solved a major problem for them. They were responsible for cooking for the medical staff who stayed at the hospital, and the patients who came yesterday were all under Jiang Qiao's care. They were happy to have someone help them.

At lunchtime, not only Gu Zhengfeng, but also his injured subordinates and the soldiers who stayed behind to take care of him, ate the special meals prepared by Jiang Qiao.

A large group of people gathered in Gu Zhengfeng's room, chatting and laughing, making it incredibly lively.

"We missed the New Year celebrations this year, but this time, they've finally made up for it."

The meal left the soldiers deeply moved. They could see that Jiang Qiao had truly put her heart into preparing and carefully seasoning the food, because they could taste the medicinal herbs in it. It seemed that she was making medicinal cuisine to regulate their bodies.

"Jiang Qiao, thank you—"

Jiang Qiao smiled and waved her hand, "Don't mention it. Compared to you, what I did is insignificant. You are the real unsung heroes. Because of you, we can eat at home in peace. Eat more, and we'll continue tonight. I'll take care of your meals for the time being."

"That's so embarrassing—"

Jiang Qiao smiled and said, "It's alright. The cafeteria will subsidize it, and I'll contribute some more. As long as you all recover, that's more important than anything else."

Just as they finished eating, Qian Bicheng arrived, and the soldiers quickly retreated to their wards.

"Oh my, Zhengfeng, you really scared me to death! You know what? I had nightmares all night. Oh well, I'm so relieved to see you're alright."

"Sigh, I just don't understand, why did you insist on having Jiang Qiao come back then? Did you know back then that your daughter had the medicine?"

Gu Zhengfeng smiled and said, "Do you even need to know that? Before I left, the mother and daughter were talking about the shortage of medicines. Given Jiang Qiao's penchant for making things up, do you think she wouldn't try to save some?"

So we benefited from it, and thankfully my daughter came, otherwise this surgery would have been excruciatingly painful.

Qian Bicheng shook his head helplessly. "The incident happened suddenly, and there was nothing we could do. The local hospitals don't even have as many medicines as we do here. They asked us to bring medicines, and our comrades were honest and brought as much as they could, since the casualties over there were too great."

Sigh, I heard the whole story today. Not only did people cause trouble at the power plant, but damn it, they even targeted the New Year celebrations. There are so many people, and so many wounded, otherwise they wouldn't have sent us to provide support.

By the way, Jiang Qiao, why don't you and your brother Junqiang go pick up your mother? She's almost finished with her work, so there's no need for her, a pregnant woman, to do the rest.

"You two go and bring him back. Your father is in this state, and your grandfather even came. The house can't be left unattended. I'll stay with your father for now. You two go and come back quickly."

Jiang Qiao wanted to find out if the people who caused the damage had been caught, but time was of the essence, and picking up the person was the priority.

Jiang Qiao was actually worried about his mother's health, so he took some food with him before leaving to eat on the way back. But a whole night had passed, and that little bit of food wasn't enough.

She was scared. These medical staff were so busy, working day and night. Her mother couldn't compare to them; she was older, an elderly pregnant woman, and that was no joke.

So, these two were driving faster than expected. There weren't many cars in this area to begin with, and it was Chinese New Year, so who would drive around aimlessly on the road for fun?

Once inside the city, there were checkpoints on the roadside, but fortunately Song Junqiang had his soldier's ID, so he was able to pass through smoothly.

Entering the main road, the scene on the street was far less optimistic. The place was a mess, and it seemed like they hadn't had time to clean it up yet. Judging from the look of it, the situation last night was really not good, with bloodstains everywhere.

As Song Junqiang drove, he frowned and muttered, "Who did this? They should be shot! They can't even let people enjoy the New Year in peace. Are they even human?"

Jiang Qiao wasn't in a good mood either. Looking at the situation outside, she could imagine how terrible things must have been last night. She was worried about whether her mother could endure it.

According to Qian Bicheng, the two went to the Central Hospital, where her mother was said to be.

As soon as Jiang Qiao and his companion arrived in their car, they heard cries and screams coming from the hospital. They knew exactly what it was about.

Jiang Qiao and Song Junqiang quickly jumped out of the car. If Wen Jingwan stayed any longer in this place, she would probably need to be rescued by someone else.

The two jogged into the hospital, which was filled with patients, even the corridors were packed. The medical staff were all busy. Jiang Qiao stopped a nurse who was receiving an IV drip and asked her where Wen Jingwan was.

"In that room—"

Jiang Qiao looked and saw that it was the house from which the crying was coming, so she quickly pulled Song Junqiang and ran towards that house.

Inside the room, family members were weeping, while Wen Jingwan was performing CPR on the person lying in the hospital bed.

The first person Jiang Qiao saw was her mother, Wen Jingwan. She gave off a bad feeling; not only did she look haggard, but large beads of sweat were dripping down her forehead.

"Mom, stop! I'll take over. Brother, you hold Mom's arm—"

Wen Jingwan was heavily pregnant, and Jiang Qiao couldn't guarantee that it wouldn't affect the baby. So she quickly pulled Wen Jingwan away and put her directly into Song Junqiang's hand.

Jiang Qiao took over. Wen Jingwan had been holding on, but suddenly someone took over, and her spirits collapsed. She couldn't stand anymore. Song Junqiang hugged Wen Jingwan tightly, "Auntie, how are you?"

Wen Jingwan shook her head weakly, "It's alright, help me sit down."

Jiang Qiao didn't even turn her head before giving orders, "Quickly help my mother to the car to rest and get something to eat. Later, tell the leaders here that the military needs people, and we need to take them away."

Wen Jingwan couldn't leave at this time; her daughter was still helping her save the patient. Jiang Qiao looked at the patient's eyes and shook her head. "It's no use. The pupils are already dilated. Even if I did CPR all day, it wouldn't make a difference."

Jiang Qiao's words made the family members cry even more bitterly, and Wen Jingwan offered them a few words of comfort.

"Please accept our condolences. We've tried everything we could think of. Sigh—"

After a sigh, Wen Jingwan was helped out of the house by Jiang Qiao and Song Junqiang.