The office of the 18th Regiment of the Island.
The weather was hot, and the stuffy air was so sticky that it made it hard to breathe. The only heat-relief artifact in the regiment was an old fan that Zhao Wenzhuo had found from somewhere.
The fan was spinning with a whirring sound, but it was unable to dispel the stuffy heat that permeated the air.
Li Yuquan stared at the rotating fan with a serious expression and his brows twisted into a knot.
Zhao Wenzhuo kept pacing back and forth, his steps hurried and heavy, and from time to time he looked at his watch, muttering, "I wonder how Old Song is doing! It's already this late, why is there no news from the hospital?"
"Stop swaying back and forth. It makes me dizzy." Li Yuquan became more and more annoyed by the footsteps and couldn't help but speak to stop them.
Zhao Wenzhuo stopped suddenly, a trace of guilt suddenly emerged on his face. He opened his mouth, but was speechless for a moment. He could only take out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket in frustration, dragged his heavy steps, walked out of the door, and slowly squatted down.
The cigarette was lit, he took a deep breath, and the smoke rings he exhaled slowly rose and dissipated in the hot air.
He stared at the empty smoke, his eyes filled with anxiety and self-blame.
Li Yuquan seemed to realize his own gaffe, took a deep breath, walked to Zhao Wenzhuo's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "This is not your fault, don't be like this, you don't know Lao Song, he has a very tough life, even the King of Hell would be a little scared when he sees him, he will definitely be fine."
"Yeah." Zhao Wenzhuo nodded heavily and comforted himself, "It must be fine."
After a moment of silence, Zhao Wenzhuo spoke again, "I was too impulsive this time. If I could restrain myself, there would be no dispute between the two sides, and Old Song would not have hit his head and fallen into a coma because of saving someone from falling into the water."
Hearing this, Li Yuquan's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. The Jiaozhi State, instigated by a certain country, has been hovering in my country's waters, and they deliberately approached and interfered, trying to take the opportunity to provoke trouble and stir up disputes.
"The situation is like this. If they try to scam me, it will happen regardless of you." Li Yuquan paused, and said in a serious and firm tone, "We will settle this account with them sooner or later. But before that, you should change your impatience and stay calm."
Zhao Wenzhuo hummed, put out his cigarette, stood up, glanced at my listlessness, and his eyes became firm, "I will."
Zhao Wenzhuo is not unaware of his own shortcomings, but as long as Song Huaiwen is his backbone, he habitually relies on him.
Therefore, every time he went to the battlefield, he just had to lead the charge bravely, and he was very relaxed leaving the back to Song Huaiwen, without any worries at all. Now he wanted to be Song Huaiwen's backer, instead of always letting Song Huaiwen cover for him and become a burden.
Li Yuquan was very pleased to see him like this. Zhao Wenzhuo's ability was not bad, but his life was too smooth and he didn't encounter any major setbacks. It was inevitable that he was young and vigorous and not stable enough.
Just as he was about to say something else, a sharp telephone ring suddenly rang in the office.
Zhao Wenzhuo was shocked, rushed into the office, picked up the receiver with trembling hands, and said anxiously and expectantly, "Is Old Song awake?"
Shen Nanqing originally didn't believe in the idea of inspiration. She thought it was pure nonsense, but this time her induction was really strong. This feeling of pulling was like someone had taken her soul away, leaving her feeling empty.
At this moment, she had only one thought, which was to call Song Huaiwen, as if only hearing his voice could ease her uneasiness.
Shen Nanqing couldn't hear a word the people around her said. She ran towards the communication office with chaotic steps. Seeing that she was in a very bad state, Song Huaizhi followed her.
Song Huaizhi naturally knew about Song Huaiwen's call from the army. Upon seeing this, her heart skipped a beat and her breathing shortened by a few beats.
When the call was connected, Shen Nanqing's face turned visibly paler, and Song Huaizhi quickly asked: "What's wrong? Do you want to hear about it?"
That "Old Song woke up" made Shen Nanqing feel like he was struck by lightning. He froze in mid-air holding the phone, and his mind went blank.
After a few seconds, she found her voice again, and asked with trembling lips: "Song Huaiwen...what happened to him?"
An unfamiliar female voice came from the microphone, and the light in Zhao Wenzhuo's eyes quickly dimmed. It turned out that it was not a call from the hospital.
"Who are you?" Hearing that the other party knew Song Huaiwen, Zhao Wenzhuo adjusted his mood and asked in confusion.
He knew almost all of Song Huaiwen's relatives and friends, but after searching through his memories, this voice still sounded unfamiliar.
Shen Nanqing's eyes were dull, his fingers unconsciously stirring the phone line, his voice was very soft, and his tone was full of trepidation: "I'm talking to his boyfriend, what happened to him? How is he now? Is he injured? Is the injury serious? Which hospital is he in? I'll be there right away!"
Shen Nanqing's mind was in a mess, as if he had lost the ability to think, and he instinctively threw out a long list of questions, seemingly forgetting that Yandu was very far away from Qiongzhou Island.
"Dating?" Zhao Wenzhuo showed a wary look, obviously not knowing that Song Huaiwen was dating someone behind his back, and thought he was an enemy spy, coming to spy on military intelligence.
The situation was already very heavy, and now there were people trying to take advantage of the situation. Zhao Wenzhuo's pent-up anger was instantly ignited, and was about to explode, but was directly extinguished by Li Yuquan.
Li Yuquan grabbed the microphone and said in a low voice, “Excuse me, Comrade Shen Nanqing?”
"Yeah." Shen Nanqing didn't know what happened on the other side. Because he was eager to know the outcome, he became impetuous.
Li Yuquan glared at Zhao Wenzhuo, who was confused about the situation, and told Shen Nanqing the whole process in concise words.
War is cruel, and Song Huaiwen has seen many scenes of family members' collapse, so Song Huaiwen never reports good news but only bad news. He would never let his family know when he was injured, and he was used to bearing it all on his own.
Once, Zhao Wenzhuo let something slip, which made Old Lady Song furious and attacked him, and Song Huaiwen beat him up severely.
Since then, every time Song Huaiwen was injured, they habitually concealed it and never dared to inform the Song family.
Li Yuquan thought of the unconscious Song Huaiwen, frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Old Song is in Yangcheng Hospital, can you come over?"
The conditions on Qiongzhou Island were harsh and there were no good medical facilities, so the unconscious Song Huaiwen was sent directly to Yangcheng for treatment.
Li Yuquan could tell from Song Huaiwen's words that this guy was really in love. He had been unconscious for several days, and maybe he would wake up as soon as he heard Shen Nanqing's voice.
Li Yuquan smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that he had a superstitious side.
"That's fine." Shen Nanqing agreed without thinking.
A "beep..." sound came from the microphone. Li Yuquan wanted to ask if someone could pick her up at the station, but the call was hung up directly.
He put the microphone back to its original place, feeling relieved but also a little worried. He was relieved that he could feel that Shen Nanqing had feelings for Song Huaiwen, and they should be very deep. Song Huaiwen was not one-sided. He was really afraid that Song Huaiwen's cold and hard temper would scare the girl away.
I was worried, why hasn't Song Huaiwen woken up yet? The doctor said that if he doesn't wake up today, it will be dangerous.
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