Chapter 163 Lu Qingqing x Meng Yaozhu: Go to the Windy Place
Meng Yaozhu knelt down, almost pleading, "I'm sorry, please don't leave me."
Lu gently pulled the hem of her clothes from his hand without even glancing at him.
"Mr. Meng, goodbye means we're strangers now."
Meng Yaozhu reached out as if to grab something, but the hem of her dress slipped from his hand, and he grabbed nothing.
The deer walked away quietly without looking back, step by step, until it disappeared.
...
After the funeral, everything returned to normal.
After recovering her health, Lu Qingqing started sending out resumes and looking for a job again.
After a period of depression, Meng Yaozhu returned to normal and became the decisive and efficient CEO he always was.
However, Secretary Kim noticed that the small desk near his office had not been removed, and no one was sitting at it.
That was where the deer gently stood.
He would be lost in thought for a long time every time he passed by.
Lu Qingqing and Meng Yaozhu were like two rays of light, briefly intersecting before continuing on their original paths without interfering with each other.
We lived in the same city, but we never saw each other again.
The first snow of this winter came exceptionally early, and the three best friends went to their usual hot pot restaurant again.
The three clinked glasses, and Wen Wanwan said, "Come on, let's celebrate Qingqing officially becoming a war correspondent. Let's celebrate this great lady finally fulfilling her dream."
"By the way, congratulations to Ms. Shi Yang on her successful five-month pregnancy!"
Shi Yang chuckled: "You're going to celebrate this?"
Wen Wanwan: "Of course, I'll celebrate for you every month from now on, until the baby is born."
Lu gently stroked her swollen belly: "I don't know if I'll be able to make it back when you give birth."
Shi Yang said, "Are you in such a hurry to leave? Why don't you wait until after the New Year?"
Lu gently shook her head: "A colleague of ours, a war correspondent, was injured and was urgently sent back. I was appointed to this critical mission. This is an opportunity that you can't always get."
Shi Yang didn't say anything more; she knew how long she had waited for this opportunity.
She raised her glass with tea instead of wine and said, "Wishing you all the best."
Lu gently clinked glasses: "Yangyang, I wish you eternal happiness."
Wen Wanwan cried out, "Where am I? Where am I?"
"You?" Lu Qingqing said lazily, "Then I wish you find a husband to tie you down to soon."
Wen Wanwan's smile vanished: "Are you sure it's a blessing, not a curse?"
This made the three of them burst into laughter.
Finally, the three of them clinked glasses together, raising their glasses high so that the sides of the glasses touched, creating ripples in the liquid inside.
Like their turbulent emotions.
"May we be happy forever! Long live friendship!"
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The day the deer gently departed, the weather was fine and sunny, and the thin layer of snow was dazzlingly bright.
Airport entrance.
Shi Yang couldn't help but shed tears: "You must be safe and sound, you must have a smooth journey."
Lu gently patted her back: "Yes, I will let you know I'm safe once I land. Don't worry about me. Take good care of yourself and my goddaughter."
The two best friends gave each other one last hug, and Lu gently picked up her luggage and left.
Shi Yang watched her go.
The deer gently turned its head, waved to her, and smiled purely: "I'm leaving! I'm going to a place where the wind blows!"
Shi Yang laughed out loud.
She was like a gust of wind, free and unrestrained, and wherever the wind blew, that was the world she had loved.
...
Six months later.
The northern border of country Z.
Smoke filled the air, and artillery fire raged.
Red alerts were sounding continuously both inside and outside the city.
It was accompanied by screams from people and cries from children.
A slender woman with a headscarf was on a high-rise building, connected to equipment and setting up a camera, urgently reporting from the battlefield amidst rising smoke and lurking danger.
"Hello everyone, I'm Lu Qingqing, a reporter from this station. I'm currently located in northern Z country. Recently, due to various disputes with N country over oil issues, N country launched a night attack last night..."
An explosion shattered all the windows, and the entire building shook.
The deer was gently shaken and fell to the ground.
A short while later, she struggled to her feet, steadied the camera, and wiped the bloodstains from the glass shards on her hands as if nothing had happened. She then continued her professional reporting, which had just been interrupted.
The terrorist attack launched by Country N did not end until evening, and the injured people in the city were sent to local hospitals. However, there were too many wounded, and the hospitals were overcrowded.
With more seriously injured patients continuing to arrive, the government of Country Z could only temporarily erect a makeshift container house.
The environment is rudimentary, and medical resources are very limited.
The local people organized a volunteer team to come here to take care of the patients and wounded soldiers.
Lu Qingqing is one of them.
She has some basic medical knowledge. At first, she could only help with disinfection and changing dressings. However, there were very few medical staff here, so she was forced to learn how to give injections and IV drips.
She was busy changing the dressing of a wounded soldier with a broken arm when she heard someone shouting at the door, "Is anyone there? Is anyone there? He's dying!"
Lu Qingqing quickly ran over. There was a wounded soldier lying on a stretcher. Her expression changed as soon as she saw him.
The soldier was severely wounded; his lower body was mangled and bleeding profusely.
The soldier carrying him looked at her clothes, grabbed her arm, and excitedly said to her in fluent English, "Are you a doctor? Save him, he was hit by a stray bullet, he's only eighteen..."
Lu Qingqing also responded in English: "I'll disinfect him first, and a professional doctor will come to treat him soon."
The other person thanked her again.
Simple white sheets were hung around the perimeter, sprayed with disinfectant and alcohol.
It's hard to imagine that this is an open-air operating room.
Even though she had been there for six months and had seen all sorts of wounded soldiers, her hands still trembled when faced with someone so seriously injured.
His face was covered in blood and mud, and it was hard to imagine that this was a boy who had just turned eighteen.
In China, she would still be in high school.
Z country has limited military strength, and even many underage boys have been sent to the battlefield.
Lu Qingqing sighed inwardly at the strength of her motherland.
I felt great sympathy for these boys.
After she gave him some basic treatment, a doctor immediately came to perform surgery on him.
She assisted him, handing him surgical supplies and wiping his sweat.
The surgery kept them busy until dawn the next day.
Fortunately, the 18-year-old boy survived, but unfortunately, both of his legs were amputated.
The deer gently lifted the white cloth and walked out.
I made my rounds of patients as usual.
When the patients saw her arrive, they would sit up, smile at her, and thank her.
The severely injured patient couldn't get up and would lie there blinking at her.
Lu Qingqing will respond to each one.
She enjoys seeing the smiles on these people's faces; it's an extremely fulfilling thing for her.
Stepping out of the container, she took a deep breath of fresh air.
"Sister Qingqing, here, take this."
A little girl with two braids skipped over and put a piece of candy in her hand: "My brother said that if it weren't for Sister Qingqing, I wouldn't be alive."
The deer gently crouched down and wiped the sweat from the little girl's head.
The little girl in front of me was brought in five days ago; she had a very serious case of pneumonia.
She stayed by her side for three days and three nights, taking meticulous care of her, and the little girl finally recovered.
She's gradually gotten better these past few days, and I give her a piece of candy every day.
She patted the little girl's head: "Thank you."
The deer watched the little girl leave like a butterfly, then stood up and gazed at the reddened clouds in the sky.
That's where the sun rises.
She closed her eyes and felt the gentle breeze on her face.
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