Fang Jinghua, her eyes red, glared at Wei Aiguo, then turned and ran away…
Wei Aiguo only relaxed after the doctor and nurses left.
Song Yan picked up the chamber pot, and Miao Huan immediately took it from him, saying, "Sister-in-law, let me help Sixth Brother!"
It's good to have someone help you, but why does he seem so guilty?
After everything was settled and we sat down, Song Yan asked, "Was the soldier who took care of you assigned a task by his superiors, or did he care for you out of friendship? How long has he been gone? Did he get your permission?"
"Sister-in-law! I didn't arrange this properly." The person taking care of Wei Aiguo was arranged by Miao Huan.
“He was assigned by my superiors. He left after lunch, just telling me that he was gone, without my permission,” Wei Aiguo said.
"Isn't the first priority for a soldier to complete his mission? If he fails to complete his mission and leaves his post without authorization under someone else's orders, it's the same as a soldier leaving the position at will. Isn't that a very serious issue?" Song Yan asked Miao Huan.
It was inconvenient for Wei Aiguo to press the matter. Miao Huan was Commander Zhao's bodyguard, and it would be inappropriate for Wei Aiguo to question him.
Miao Huan thought for a moment and nodded. "My sister-in-law is right!" he sighed. He had assigned a junior soldier to care for Wei Aiguo. He had instructed the soldier to be meticulous and careful, and had also mentioned that Commander Zhao valued Wei Aiguo highly.
"The reason he was sent away was because it was Fang Jinghua, the deputy division commander's daughter, who spoke first, right?" Song Yan asked again.
Miao Huan nodded. No wonder Commander Zhao praised Sixth Brother's wife; every word he said made sense.
"Who was that soldier's superior?" Song Yan asked again.
Miao Huan: "Sister-in-law, don't worry! I'll handle this."
Wei Aiguo lay there without saying a word, a slight smile on his face revealing his good mood.
"Sister-in-law, I'll take you to the guesthouse first, then I'll get food for Sixth Brother."
"You can rest at the guesthouse tonight; someone will take care of Sixth Brother here," Miao Huan said.
Song Yan wanted to get a good night's sleep, but she was afraid that wouldn't be a good idea. "No need! I'm here. I can take care of him. There's no need to trouble anyone else."
“How can that be? You’ve been on the train for so long!” Miao Huan said.
Wei Aiguo said, "Go and rest for the night. We can talk about taking care of me later."
It's a simple little thing, no need to fuss. "Miao Huan, where's the cafeteria? Take me there. Do we need tickets to buy food besides money?"
Song Yan decisively took out his own lunchbox and Wei Aiguo's lunchbox, signaling Miao Huan to leave...
At this time, it was the same everywhere; material conditions were scarce. A steamed bun made from two portions of flour was considered good. There were two dishes with meat: stir-fried pork with pickled bamboo shoots and stir-fried pork with chili peppers; the rest were vegetarian dishes.
Presumably to take care of the patient, no chili peppers were added to the stir-fried pork with pickled bamboo shoots.
Wei Aiguo is not suited to spicy food, so he can only eat stir-fried pork with pickled bamboo shoots.
Miao Huan wouldn't eat here; besides, he wasn't that clueless. His sister-in-law arrived, and the first thing she did was demand justice for Sixth Brother. The couple hadn't even had a chance to speak yet, so how could he possibly stand there? He'd take his leave after dropping Song Yan off; he still needed to report today's events to his division commander. He didn't know what the commander was saying!
Song Yan took out a lidded handbag woven from corn husks from the large bag. "These are all local specialties from home, I didn't buy them, I'm just giving them to you to try."
Miao Huan couldn't refuse, so he accepted it.
Song Yan noticed Wei Aiguo slightly frown at the food. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
Wei Aiguo: "No! As long as there's food, I can eat my fill."
Song Yan fetched water and washed Wei Aiguo's face and hands, also wiping his neck and arms. Wei Aiguo sighed obediently.
Song Yan found it amusing. "What's wrong with you?"
Wei Aiguo: "Your arrival has given me a chance to freshen up; I feel like I'm going to rot." The soldier who took care of him, despite having neglected his duty that afternoon, was actually quite capable of taking care of him normally. He was just young and not very good at looking after people. Wei Aiguo felt uncomfortable having him wipe him down.
It's my own wife, so it's a bit embarrassing. But I can accept it. The key is that I didn't even have to say it; I just thought of it, didn't I?
Wei Aiguo's arm fracture is an open fracture, meaning there's a wound on his skin. In this hot weather, it will look very bad if it doesn't heal. The injury is on his forearm, but his elbow and part of his upper arm are currently severely swollen. There are also abrasions on his skin.
"I want to see what your legs look like?" Song Yan asked Wei Aiguo first.
"Don't worry! Director Qiao said it's nothing serious. I'll definitely be bouncing around again in a few months," Wei Aiguo said. "You must be tired too, sit down and eat first!"
Song Yan wouldn't listen; she lifted the sheet. Wei Aiguo was wearing military-style shorts. The shorts had rings of sweat stains left from when he had sweated and then dried.
The cast is on my calf. The upper and lower parts that the cast can't cover are all swollen. The instep is still very swollen, and my five toes are noticeably swollen.
The size of those oversized shorts must have been removed from the plaster cast.
If you want to change the pants, you have to cut the legs open.
Song Yan then took Wei Aiguo's pulse.
At this stage, Western medicine usually doesn't have many effective treatments besides preventing infection; they can only wait for the swelling to subside gradually. Alternatively, they might use physical therapy, such as a physiotherapy lamp.
Song Yan learned a lot about orthopedics from her close friend, Dr. Ai, despite their age difference.
"Let's eat!" Song Yan set the table.
Wei Aiguo's chopsticks hovered over the pickled bamboo shoots; he truly didn't like them.
Song Yan hasn't had pickled bamboo shoots in a long time, and he really misses them.
Song Yan opened his backpack, took out a canned food jar, opened the lid, and a fragrance came out.
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