Yang Qingyan caught a glimpse of Li Ming's angry and frustrated look not far away, and her heart sank. After returning, she went straight to Mu Nanhe's ward and told him everything that happened today.
After hearing this, Mu Nanhe's face darkened instantly, veins popped out on his forehead, he clenched his fists tightly, pounded them heavily on the edge of the bed, and said through gritted teeth: "This bastard!"
After a pause, he looked at Yang Qingyan, his eyes full of heartache and self-blame, and his tone softened: "Wife, don't go out until my leg is healed. If you really need to go out to buy something, I will go with you. I will never let you be in danger again."
Yang Qingyan was touched to see that Mu Nanhe cared about her so much. She nodded slightly and said softly, "Okay, I promise you."
Here, Father Xia and Mother Xia returned home, still confused. Father Xia sat on the sofa, frowning, tapping the armrest with his fingers, and said thoughtfully: "Do you think Nan He is really our child?"
Mother Xia was sitting nearby, holding an unfinished sweater in her hands. She stopped what she was doing and looked up, her eyes showing some thought and worry. She replied, "I'm also worried. I won't feel at ease until I go to An County to check it out."
Father Xia sighed slightly and nodded in agreement: "Yes, but I can't leave recently. There are a lot of things going on in the military district. I don't feel comfortable leaving this matter to others to investigate. I will go there in person after some time when the military district is not so busy."
Mother Xia nodded gently, put the sweater aside, and said firmly: "Whether Nanhe is our child or not, we should take good care of him for the sake of Qingyan saving Tianyou. Besides, I really like Nanhe as a child."
Father Xia had a relieved smile on his face, leaned back on the sofa, relaxed a little, and then said: "When he gets better, ask them if they are willing to come to Beijing. It shouldn't be a problem for me to transfer him to Beijing. I heard from the leader of his unit that he will be made the head of the regiment when he returns. He has a promising future."
Mother Xia thought of something and said, "Why don't we adopt him as our godson first? Even if he's not our biological son, a godson is not bad either."
Father Xia's eyes lit up, he sat up straight, and said anxiously: "That's what I was thinking! Nan He is a well-behaved kid, and we get along well. If he becomes our godson, we'll have someone to take care of him in the future."
Father Xia pondered for a moment, then said: "However, we still have to ask Nan He and Qing Yan for their opinions on this matter. We have to respect them."
Mother Xia nodded repeatedly: "Of course, let's find a suitable time to talk to them."
Mother Xia stood up, walked to the window, looked at the night outside, and said softly: "I'm busy these two days. I'll make some soup and send it over in two days. I hope he gets better soon."
Two days later, Mother Xia carefully cooked black fish soup and happily sent it to the hospital. As soon as she entered the ward, she greeted everyone warmly, put the soup on the table beside her, took Yang Qingyan's hand and said, "My child, this black fish soup is very nourishing and will be very good for Nan He's recovery. Drink it while it's hot."
As they talked, everyone chatted happily in the ward, from daily trivia to Mu Nanhe's life, and bursts of laughter could be heard from the ward from time to time.
At this time, outside the ward, a woman in plain clothes and with a haggard face was standing there, with anxiety and confusion in her eyes. She was Mu Nanhe's mother from her hometown. Since Mu Nanhe was injured, the 5 yuan she used to send back on time every month has also stopped. She was full of worries, so she asked her husband to go to the army to find Mu Nanhe, but the army told her that Mu Nanhe was still injured in the Beijing Hospital, so she rushed to Beijing without stopping.
After listening all the way, she finally found the ward. Before she saw Mu Nanhe, she saw Xia's mother. This sight was like a bolt of lightning from the blue. She was shocked and her eyes widened. The scene many years ago instantly emerged in her mind: Isn't this the woman who was bleeding heavily in the same ward as her? At that time, she had just given birth to a child, but was told that it was a dead baby, and a girl, and the woman next to her fainted due to heavy bleeding. Somehow, she thought she had changed her son.
At this moment, the secrets of the past surged in her heart like a surging tide. Looking at the warm and harmonious scene in the ward, her hands trembled unconsciously.
After Xia's mother left, she came out from the darkness and opened the door of the ward. As soon as she entered, she started crying: "Nanhe, what happened to you? Why didn't you tell us that you were injured?"
When Mu Nanhe saw the person coming, his face immediately turned cold, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of disgust, and he said coldly: "What are you doing here?"
Zhu's mother said, "You are my son, why shouldn't I come to see you?"
Mu Nanhe snorted coldly and asked, "Really? Then you saw it, please go back."
When Zhu's mother heard this, her eyes turned red with anger. She pointed at Mu Nanhe and cursed, "You bastard, I raised you up and you treat me like this."
Mu Nanhe's eyes widened with anger, his chest heaving violently, and he shouted, "Did you raise me? I have been doing all the work since I was a child, and I have never had food to eat. If it weren't for my second uncle occasionally giving me some food, I would have died a long time ago."
Seeing Mu Nanhe's attitude, Zhu's mother panicked and turned to Yang Qingyan and said, "Qingyan, you have come to the army, why don't you persuade Nanhe?"
Yang Qingyan's eyes were cold, and she responded mercilessly: "If I hadn't joined the army, I would have starved to death. Just tell me what you are doing here."
Seeing their attitude, Zhu's mother was angry and said through gritted teeth, "You haven't had any money for several months. How can we live? You don't even support me in my old age. I'm going to ask your leader if this is right."
Mu Nanhe was so angry that his face turned red, veins bulged on his forehead, and he shouted, "So it's all about money. Don't I have a younger brother? Supporting him in his old age is not just my responsibility."
Mother Zhu refused to give in and raised her voice, "Your brother is him, you are you, don't reduce your share, at least it should be 20 yuan like before."
Mu Nanhe took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and said coldly: "5 yuan a month, I will send it back intact when I get better. If you make trouble again, I won't give you a penny."
When Zhu's mother heard this, she was anxious and angry. She said, "Then I'll go to the army and ask them if they can do anything about it if a soldier treats his parents like this."
Mu Nanhe said, "Go ahead."
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