Meanwhile, the Ministry of State Security received the spies brought back by Su Tian and Gu Bai. After severe interrogation, they learned more details about the spy organization's conspiracy.

It turns out they had been planning a series of operations targeting key national figures and classified information.

During the pursuit, Lu Yu captured a survivor. After hearing the explosion, he immediately led his team over to see what had happened.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Before Lu Yu could catch his breath, he saw the group of people kneeling on the ground, crying silently.

He found Song Zhe lying on the ground and rushed over, asking, "How is Old Song? Why is he lying on the ground?"

Lu Yu noticed that Song Zhe's lips were a bit black and his body was covered with wounds of all sizes.

He carefully checked his breathing, but there was no breath at all. Then he pressed his ear to his chest and listened for a while.

"Old Song, what's wrong with you? Get up right now, get up right now."

We've completed our mission and can go home now. Don't you want your wife and kids anymore?

"Su Zhiqing, Su Tian, ​​don't you want them anymore? Da Bao, your child, don't you want them either?"

Lu Yu cried out in anguish, holding Song Zhe tightly in his arms.

But Song Zhe in his arms remained motionless, his eyes peacefully closed.

Seeing this scene, everyone silently shed tears; they had been in this forest for half a month, hunting down spies.

If their captain hadn't had an accident, they would have been able to go home today.

Lu Yu held Song Zhe and sat on the ground for a long time before asking in a hoarse voice, "Was the explosion just now caused by you stepping on a landmine?"

"Um."

"Okay, I understand." Lu Yu noticed that Song Zhe's lips looked abnormal and suspected that he had been poisoned and hadn't reacted quickly enough to avoid the landmine.

Lu Yu carried Song Zhe on his back, and they followed behind, slowly walking out of the forest.

Aunt Zhang hurriedly ran to the study to tell Song Zhe's grandfather, who quickly replied, "Okay, I understand."

He rushed downstairs and dialed Song Yuanyi's military district office. "Ayi, something happened to Su girl. She's in the hospital. You need to come back and check on her right away."

"Okay, I understand, Dad. Don't worry, I'll be right back."

Just as Song Yuanyi returned home, Shen Qingqiu also rode back on his bicycle.

Song Yuanyi immediately ordered, "You all get in the car and come with me quickly. Don't tell me about Mom and the two children yet."

After listening, Grandpa Song immediately nodded, "Yes, what you said makes sense."

When they arrived at the hospital, Gu Bai immediately stood up to greet them, "Grandpa Song, Uncle Song, Aunt Chen, you've come."

"Um, Xiao Gu, what did the doctor say?" Song Yuanyi asked anxiously.

"The doctor has given her a full checkup and found nothing wrong, but they don't know why she's unconscious."

After hearing Gu Bai's words, they looked at each other, wondering why this was so strange.

"Could it be that the doctor's skills are inadequate? They can't find the problem?" Grandpa Song suddenly said.

"Dad, what nonsense are you talking about? This is the best hospital in Beijing."

"Hmph, where is the best? Isn't your military hospital better?" Grandpa Song retorted, unconvinced.

Shen Qingqiu thought for a moment, "Oh right, Dad, isn't Su's teacher an old Chinese medicine doctor? How about we ask him to take a look?"

Gu Bai continued, "I know where my sister's teacher lives. I'll go find him and see if I can."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Gu Bai glanced at the sleeping Su Tian and hurriedly headed to Elder Lin's residence.

An hour later, Old Lin arrived at the ward, panting, carrying his medicine box.

He carefully took her pulse and examined Su Tian's eyelids, but found nothing unusual.

"Xiao Gu, did Su Yatou have any other symptoms before she fell into a coma?"

Old Lin looked at Gu Bai, who carefully recalled Su Tian's state before she fell into a coma.

"Before my sister lost consciousness, it seemed like she was clutching her chest with her hand."

After hearing this, Old Lin also found it unbelievable. He checked Su Tian's pulse again to confirm that there was nothing wrong with it.

Since there was no problem with the person, Old Lin hesitated for a moment, then said, "Xiao Gu, close the door first."

Fortunately, this ward was a private room, and Gu Bai couldn't bear to see his sister squeezed into a room with someone else.

After the door closed, Old Lin asked, "What was the girl's birth time?"

Gu Bai blurted out, "The fifth day of the ninth month in 1956, at the hour of Si (9-11 AM)."

Old Lin muttered to himself, his fingers twitching repeatedly.

Then, looking at the expectant gazes of the crowd, he felt a pang of guilt.

He sighed deeply, wanting to speak, but he couldn't utter a word.

"Brother, what's wrong? What did you calculate? Is the result bad?" Grandpa Song looked at Old Lin and asked him anxiously.

"Can you handle it?"

Old Lin ignored him, took a glass bottle from his medicine box, poured out a pill, and handed it to him.

"You eat first, then I'll talk."

After taking the medicine, Grandpa Song immediately put it in his mouth and swallowed it.

"The situation is very bad. Are you prepared for the next few days?"

"Something might have happened to your son, Song. I've figured out that Su fainted because she's grieving the loss of her husband."

"What?" Shen Qingqiu staggered in panic, and Song Yuanyi quickly supported her.

"Brother, are you sure you've calculated it correctly?" Grandpa Song asked him calmly.

"Well, if Su's birth date and time are correct, then I won't have made a mistake in my calculations. Sigh."

Grandpa Song pondered for a while and said heavily, "Xiao Zhe still couldn't get over this hurdle; he won't live past thirty-five."

"Dad, what did you say? What can't Xiao Zhe get over?"

Gu Bai quickly brought a stool for Grandpa Song to sit down, and everyone listened intently as he began to speak.

“When Xiao Zhe was five years old, your mother and I took him to the temple to burn incense.”

We happened to run into the abbot of the temple. After glancing at Xiao Zhe, he pulled us aside and quietly recited a poem to us.

I couldn't remember it at the time, so I asked the host to write it down for me. Now I'm reading it to you.

"Life and death are preordained, wealth and honor are determined by fate. At thirty-five, your time is up. Do not worry about the future, do not lament your fate, go with the flow, and find peace in your heart. In the world of other souls, one passes away at a hundred."

"Dad, A-Zhe is still so young, why? Why are you doing this to us?" Shen Qingqiu couldn't accept this fact.

"Sigh, Qingqiu, Dad is also heartbroken, but everything is predestined."

Although Xiao Zhe is no longer in this world, he will be doing well in another world. We should all try to be positive about it.

"Since Su is alright, I'll head back now. Take care of yourselves, everyone. We'll hear the news of Xiao Song's sacrifice soon."

Today I'm going to calculate Su Yatou's birthday for you, so please don't let anyone else know.

I'm too old and my mind isn't up to it anymore; I can't do it anymore.

"Thank you, brother. I will keep an eye on my son and daughter-in-law."