Long Guodong was stunned when he saw the number of people who signed up to join the army.
This number is more than double that of last year!
Logically speaking, Chen Muyang's completion of this mission should be considered a great achievement, but Long Guodong was thinking about how to reward him.
Should we give him a military rank? Or should we give him a third-class individual merit and a second-class collective merit?
The old man thought about it for a long time but couldn't come to a conclusion, so he decided to hand the problem over to the person above.
So he went straight to the highest political center.
Submit this question to the person above.
"You old fellow, you're just taking it easy and passing the problem to me." The old man cursed with a smile.
"Chief, I just couldn't think of it, so I'm bothering you." Long Guodong said with a smile.
"The conscription has not yet ended, but the expected number of people has already exceeded. The mission was completed beautifully!" The old man first affirmed Chen Muyang's performance this time.
"He is indeed very good, but he is really too young. I am afraid that if I give him too much, it will cause public opinion." Long Guodong shook his head with a wry smile.
"He's currently working in the art troupe, right?" the old man asked. Seeing Long Guodong nod, he continued:
"I also watched this TV series. It caused a strong response and established a more glorious image for soldiers. So I'll give him a third-class individual merit. As for the military rank, forget it. He didn't actually join the army." The old man said as he thought.
"Okay, Chief, I won't bother you anymore." Long Guodong nodded and then left the old man's office.
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That night, eleven o'clock.
Chen Muyang was reading an online discussion about the craze for joining the army when he suddenly heard Song Zhuer calling him.
"Husband, husband." Song Zhuer lay on the bed, holding Chen Muyang's arm tightly with one hand and supporting her belly with the other.
The continuous pain in her senses made it difficult for her to speak.
"What's wrong, wife? Are you feeling unwell?" Chen Muyang put down his phone and asked hurriedly, then pressed the pager on the bedside.
"I should...I should be giving birth soon."
"Wife, don't be afraid, I'm always here and I will always be with you." Chen Muyang held Song Zhuer's hand tightly, and with the other hand he called his mother-in-law Li Yalan.
The call was connected after just two rings.
"Hello, Mu Yang? It's so late, what's wrong?" Li Yalan asked. She had just returned to the hotel from the hospital and was getting ready to go to bed.
"Mom, Lazhua is about to give birth."
"We'll be there right away." Li Yalan hung up the phone, put on her clothes, and called Song Yujun to rush to the hospital.
At this time, the medical staff arrived. The doctor gave Song Zhuer a simple examination and then asked the nurse to push Song Zhuer into the delivery room.
Chen Muyang wanted to go in but was stopped, so he could only wander anxiously at the door of the delivery room.
Soon, my father-in-law and mother-in-law arrived.
"How is Mu Yang now?"
"I've been in the delivery room for a while, but the doctor won't let me in."
Li Yalan saw Chen Muyang's nervous face, and they also became nervous.
The chances of a natural birth for triplets are not high.
Inside the delivery room.
"Doctor, I...I want a natural birth. I don't want a cesarean section unless it's absolutely necessary." Song Zhuer grabbed the bed sheet with both hands and said while enduring the pain.
"The situation with your triplets is different. A natural birth is very risky," said the doctor.
"I know. I will try my best. If it doesn't work, I will have a cesarean section." In fact, she didn't feel anything except pain, and her body still seemed to have endless strength.
"I'll try my best!" The doctor nodded solemnly.
Chen Muyang was fidgeting at the door of the delivery room, pacing back and forth.
"Muyang, the girl is in good health and will be fine. Don't worry." Song Yujun comforted.
Chen Muyang felt that every second was like a year, and he was at a loss. The situation was out of his control.
It seemed like a moment had passed, and then it seemed like a year had passed.
The door of the delivery room opened, and the doctor came out with the nurses. The three nurses were holding three newborn babies in their arms. The three babies were crying loudly, which was particularly clear in the middle of the night.
"Congratulations, both the baby and the baby are safe. Two boys and one girl, all very healthy. I have never seen a pregnant woman with such good physical fitness." The doctor said with a smile.
Chen Muyang hurried forward, wanting to reach out and hold the children, but with three children he was at a loss as to where to start. His nervous hands didn't know where to put them, and they were shaking all the time. He could only say to the doctor, "Thank you, doctor."
He took one of the children, held it in his arms, looked at it for a while, and then handed it to Li Yalan. Then he took the second one and handed it to Song Yujun.
Finally, she hurried to the delivery room carrying the third child.
Song Zhu'er was sweating profusely at the moment, her hair sticking to her skin, and her face was a little pale. Seeing Chen Muyang come in, she smiled and said, "Hubby, I'm awesome, right? I gave birth naturally!"
That smile was like a delicate flower in the wind and rain, which made Chen Muyang feel heartbroken.
"Wife, you're awesome. Thank you for your hard work." Chen Muyang stroked her hair and kissed her on the forehead.
"Show me the child."
"Come, look, I wonder who is the boss." Chen Muyang showed the child in his arms to Song Zhuer.
"Fuck, why is he so ugly?" Song Zhuer blurted out the first time she saw the child.
Chen Muyang didn't know how to respond for a moment. To be honest, newborn babies are indeed not good-looking, but didn't people say on the Internet that they would grow good-looking after raising them?
"Song Zhu'er, how dare you say that? How dare you say my granddaughter is ugly?"
At this time, Li Yalan walked in holding the child. She and Song Yujun had looked at each other before and saw that they were each holding a boy, so Chen Muyang was holding a girl.
"Mom~"
"You should have a good rest and get some sleep. We are all here. Your dad is outside and it is not convenient for him to come in."
"Yeah." Song Zhuer closed her eyes, and then she began to breathe evenly.
It seems that even if you drink physical fitness enhancement liquid, giving birth is still very tiring. For ordinary people, giving birth is like walking through the gates of hell.
The nurse helped push Song Zhuer back to the ward. Chen Muyang stayed by her side. The three children were sleeping soundly in the strollers. His father-in-law and mother-in-law went back to the hotel to sleep and would come to replace him in the morning.
A night passed.
Chen Muyang didn't even close his eyes. After Li Yalan came, he went to complete all the relevant procedures for the child.
When I returned to the ward, Song Zhuer had already woken up.
"Wife, you're awake now. What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
"I want to eat snail noodles." Song Zhuer looked pitiful.
"No, change it. Never mind. I'll take care of it. Mom, thank you for your hard work."
"It's okay, go ahead."
Song Yujun stayed for a while, hugged her three children, and then went back to work.
Chen Muyang walked out of the hospital and went to the vegetable market to buy a few pounds of local crucian carp, as well as some fruits, vegetables and meat. Then he found a restaurant to borrow its kitchen and gave it five hundred yuan.
More than forty minutes later, Chen Muyang returned to the ward with food.
Song Zhuer had finished feeding her three children at this time.
"Come, let's eat. Mom should eat too." Chen Muyang took out the table board from the hospital bed and laid out the food. He made enough for five people.
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