The team members couldn't stop their tears. They knew that even at the last moment, Rong Lianhu was still worried about the life or death of that spy, because he knew that the man's head contained important intelligence.
A comrade, his hands trembling, checked the man's condition.
His body was also badly injured by the explosion, but he was still alive.
His comrade choked up as he said, "He's still alive, Deputy Regiment Commander. Don't worry, we'll bring him back."
Rong Lianhu nodded slightly, a weak smile appearing on his lips: "Okay...that's good..."
Rong Lianhu finally fainted with relief. The soldiers quickly bandaged him and the spy. They couldn't let Deputy Regiment Commander Rong's efforts go to waste; they had to save the spy's life.
At the same time, Rong Jiaojiao woke up from her dream again and saw her father covered in wounds. She could feel his pain.
She sat up in bed, her little hands clutching the blanket tightly, her eyes filled with terror and tears. She cried out loudly, "Daddy! Daddy!"
Qing Xuanzi was preparing breakfast for her in the kitchen when she heard her disciple crying. Her heart sank, and she quickly put down what she was doing and rushed into the room.
Seeing Rong Jiaojiao's tear-streaked face, I felt a deep sense of worry and helplessness.
"Baby, what's wrong? Were you dreaming again?"
Qing Xuanzi picked up Rong Jiaojiao and gently patted her back, trying to soothe her emotions.
Rong Jiaojiao cried even harder, her little hands tightly gripping Qing Xuanzi's clothes, and she said intermittently, "Father Xi, baby saw Daddy... Daddy hurts, there's so much blood..."
Qing Xuanzi comforted her tenderly, saying softly, "Baby, it was just a dream. Daddy will be alright. Daddy will come back safely."
Rong Jiaojiao cried even harder, shouting, "No, it's not a dream! Daddy really bled! Daddy is in pain and asleep..."
Qing Xuanzi's heart tightened; he had dreamt that Rong Lianhu was injured and had fainted.
Qing Xuanzi could only comfort her again and again, and it took a long time for Rong Jiaojiao to gradually calm down.
Fu Ya didn't receive any news all day, and comforted herself that no news was good news.
But she still couldn't help coming to town after get off work, hoping to hear from Qing Xuanzi that Rong Lianhu was alright, in order to calm her fear.
When Qing Xuanzi saw Fu Ya walk into the courtyard, her face showing exhaustion and anxiety, he felt a pang of pity.
He comforted her, saying, "Lian Hu won't be in any danger. You need to take care of yourself. He'll need you to take care of him when he gets back!"
Fu Ya nodded, turned the car around, and prepared to go home again. Seeing that he was distracted, Qing Xuanzi sighed and said, "Don't worry, Lian Hu will be fine. He has my talisman on him, so even if he encounters danger, he will be safe and sound."
Upon hearing this, Fu Ya's eyes brightened, and she then noticed that her daughter was also listless in Qing Xuanzi's arms.
Startled, she quickly asked, "Jiaojiao, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Qing Xuanzi shook his head, not telling the truth: "She just asked for candy, and I didn't give her enough, so she got angry."
Fu Ya touched Rong Jiaojiao's head and was relieved to see that she didn't have a fever.
Tomorrow is Lunar New Year's Eve and also my daughter's birthday. No matter what, we should still have a good time tomorrow. So she said, "Brother Qingxuan, I have to go to work tomorrow. Let's spend the New Year here. I brought Zhigao and Zhiyuan here early this morning."
Qing Xuanzi nodded: "Alright, let's go back today. Don't think too much about it. Lian Hu will be fine."
Fu Ya nodded and pushed the cart away.
When Fu Ya returned home, she was still filled with worry, but in order not to make her child worry, she could not remain immersed in anxiety.
She took a deep breath and told herself to be strong and to support the family for the children.
The next morning, Fu Ya packed a few things and woke up Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan, preparing to take them to town.
Although the children were young, they sensed the tense atmosphere at home, but they were all very sensible and didn't ask any questions; they just quietly followed their mother.
"Mom, is Dad back?" Rong Zhiyuan couldn't help but ask, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Fu Ya squatted down, gently stroked his head, and said tenderly, "You should be back soon. Today is my sister's birthday, and we want to celebrate it properly for her, so Mom will take you to town first."
Rong Zhigao nodded. Although he was also scared, he didn't want his mother to worry: "Mom, my brother and I have prepared gifts for our sister."
Fu Ya felt a warmth in her heart. She knew that the children's understanding was her greatest support.
She stood up, smiled, and said, "Okay, let's set off now."
In town, Qing Xuanzi had already made all the necessary preparations.
He decorated his home with a festive atmosphere for the Chinese New Year, with red couplets pasted on the door and neatly arranged paper-cut window decorations.
He also prepared some simple New Year's goods, which, although not abundant, were enough to let the children feel the atmosphere of the New Year.
Fu Ya rushed to the hospital as soon as she brought the two brothers over, afraid of missing any news.
However, a day passed and she still hadn't received any news.
When I got off work and returned to my small courtyard in town, Qing Xuanzi had already prepared the New Year's Eve dinner with the Rong brothers, Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan.
Despite Qing Xuanzi's efforts to create a festive atmosphere, it wasn't as lively as in previous years. After dinner, Fu Ya took the two boys home early.
The first day of the Lunar New Year was supposed to be Fu Ya's day off, but she applied to be on duty.
At nine o'clock in the morning, there were no patients, and Fu Ya sat in the consultation room.
A nurse came looking for her, saying she had her phone number. Her heart sank, and she quickly stood up and ran to answer it.
A strange voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, this is the Bing City Field Hospital. Are you Rong Lianhu's wife?"
Fu Ya's hands trembled violently, but she still tried to keep her voice calm: "Yes, that's me. Who are you looking for...?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a deep voice: "Deputy Regiment Commander Rong was seriously injured during a mission, and his condition is extremely critical. We have done our best to save him, but please be prepared."
Fu Ya's tears welled up instantly. She gripped the phone tightly, her voice choked with sobs: "How...how is he?"
"We will do everything we can to save him." The doctor's voice carried a hint of helplessness. "Please come as soon as possible; he may need your company."
Fu Ya hung up the phone, her mind in turmoil.
But she told herself that Rong Lianhu needed her, and she couldn't fall down.
Fu Ya took leave from the hospital and rushed home, intending to send her two sons to town while she went to the ice market herself.
But as soon as he got home, a jeep pulled up in front of his house, and a young soldier got out. He saluted Fu Ya and said, "Sister-in-law, I've been ordered to take you to the field hospital. Are you ready to go now?"
Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan both looked at their mother, Fu Ya, with hopeful eyes: "Mom, can we go see Dad together?"
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