Chapter 185

Xia Juhua, who promised to make bacon pancakes for the soldiers, was welcomed into the military hospital by the army chiefs along with the two ministers. People in hospital gowns could be seen everywhere on the paths and corridors of the hospital.

Those figures are so young, even if they are wearing hospital gowns, they are still upright, some are walking slowly by themselves, some are supported by others, some have a confused look in their eyes, but their backs are straight.

"Comrade Liu Zhijun fought very bravely and had a very strong will. After he was injured, he still guarded the cat ear hole alone, without closing his eyes for three days and three nights, and remained vigilant at all times until the arrival of the support troops. His persistence ensured the integrity of the country's territory and did not allow the enemy to find any opportunity to take advantage of." After entering the hospital, the leader looked at those young figures and slowly introduced the situation of □□ to Xia Juhua.

Having arrived at the hospital, Xia Juhua did not even ask where Liu and Zhijun were injured. She had already made up her mind that as long as they were still alive, she would take them back to Pingan Manor. She believed that Pingan Manor would accept her child and would not exclude him just because he had a physical problem.

After getting no response, the chief slowly stopped talking and led Xia Juhua and others to the ward where Liu and Zhijun were.

The doctor was making rounds when Liu Zhijun's voice came from inside: "Doctor, I will be discharged in a few days, why can't I remove the stitches yet? Hiss, doctor, please tap gently, or my brain will split."

Xia Juhua couldn't hold back any longer and rushed into the ward. She moved so fast that the nurse at the door sighed and couldn't stop her. The doctor said without even turning his head, "What's going on? Can't you see that we are doing rounds? Get out! Get out quickly. If the patient gets infected, will you be responsible?"

Xia Juhua didn't care about his bad tone, her voice was full of reprimand and anger, she looked up and down at Liu and Zhijun who were half lying on the bed without blinking:

There was a bandage on his head, and there was a healed wound from his eyebrow to the corner of his eye, with a black and red scab forming, which made his already square face look even colder and harder.

Both hands were placed outside. The left hand was also bandaged, and the shape was intact. The right hand was intact without the bandage, with a needle inserted in it and an IV tube connected to the other end. Xia Juhua secretly breathed a sigh of relief: As long as the right hand was intact, it could eat by itself.

Thinking this way, Xia Juhua's eyes involuntarily looked at the lower body covered by the quilt, and asked with a trembling voice: "Why are you still covered with the quilt? Aren't you hot?"

Xia Juhua, who had been broken into, was shocked by Liu Zhijun, who looked at her in disbelief. It was not until she asked herself that she was surprised to lift the quilt with her left hand wrapped in the bandage, and sat up straight: "Auntie, why are you here? Yesterday they sent me bacon cakes, and I thought they were sent by the rear, but it turned out to be you who brought them. Why didn't you come to see me yesterday?"

The tears that were diverted by the greedy young men in the conference room suddenly filled Xia Juhua's eyes again: "Auntie doesn't dare to come, and doesn't dare to ask where you are..."

The nurse had already pushed Liu and Zhijun onto the bed: "They are still receiving IV fluids, why are you moving around? Do you want to stop thinking?"

The doctor recognized Xia Juhua's relationship with Liu Zhijun, looked at her carefully, and said to her in a completely different tone from before: "I performed the surgery on Liu Zhijun. Now that he has woken up, it means the surgery was successful. Although..."

Liu Zhijun interrupted the doctor and grinned, "Auntie, tell me how good I am. Except for the shrapnel in my brain, everything else is fine."

Xia Juhua was slightly startled, and walked forward to lift up the quilt that he had not lifted up just now. She saw that he was only wearing boxer shorts on his lower body. Although there were scars of varying sizes on his legs, his legs were indeed intact. She couldn't help but burst into tears: "Awesome, Zhijun is the best."

After saying this, he remembered what the doctor had just said, stood up straight and bowed: "Thank you, doctor, thank you, doctor. All of us in Ping An Village will remember your great kindness."

Liu Zhijun grinned, looked at the leader standing at the door of the ward a little embarrassedly, and whispered to Xia Juhua: "Auntie, please stop talking."

"Nonsense, the doctor saved your life, so he is the benefactor of our Ping An Village. If you dare to deny it, I will skin you alive when you get home." The shrapnel stuck in your head, who do you think you are to take it out?

Liu Zhijun looked at the doctor helplessly: the doctor saved his life, he acknowledged him as his benefactor, how could the old lady drag all of Ping An Village into this? In the future, he can only repay the doctor, so don't let the doctor misunderstand.

The doctor personally stepped forward to support Xia Juhua and said, "All those who have come down from the frontline are our comrades. Not only do your families feel bad for their injuries, but we medical staff feel bad too. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we will try our best to save their lives. This is our duty and obligation."

Xia Juhua kept thanking the doctor, and he understood Liu Zhijun's helplessness. He smiled and said to Xia Juhua, "Actually, we should thank you. You must be Captain Xia of Ping'an Village. You don't know that all of us medical staff want to say thank you in person."

Xia Juhua was completely surprised by the complete recovery. She looked at the doctor in confusion, not understanding why she was being thanked when she was thanking someone.

I heard the doctor say, "There are many soldiers coming down from the front line, and we are busy all the time. In the past, we could only deal with stuttering, but the hot and sour rice noodles and instant noodles in Ping An Village allow us to drink a mouthful of hot soup immediately after the operation, replenishing our physical strength and better serving our injured comrades. Shouldn't we thank you?"

Xia Juhua waved her hands repeatedly: "That's what we should do."

"What about the insoles in my shoes?" The doctor tried to distract Xia Juhua. "Your Ping An Manor's insoles are very famous in our logistics department. Many soldiers on the front lines hope to get a pair of insoles sent by Ping An Manor. They all think they are smooth and solid, and they make people feel at ease when they wear them."

Xia Juhua could still hear the obvious exaggeration in the tone, and she waved her hands even more anxiously: "We didn't send much, we only stitched a few when everyone was free."

The chief who had been standing at the door spoke up: "Comrade Xia Juhua, you underestimate the power of the people of Ping'an Village. Our logistics department has counted that since the war began, Ping'an Village has mailed 121 pairs of insoles to the Southern Military Region, totaling 36,700 pairs."

Are there so many? Xia Juhua only remembered that everyone handed in 200 to 300 pairs of shoes to the brigade, so she asked someone to send them once, but she didn't expect that there would be so many.

She turned to look at Liu Zhijun who was grinning at her. Seeing him nod at her, she turned back to the commander and said, "We just want to let the children know that someone is thinking about them. No matter what time it is, no matter how badly they are injured, their families are waiting for them."

"You are absolutely right!" The doctor gave Xia Juhua a thumbs up and said, "Sometimes when people have something to worry about, they can have a stronger willpower and desire to survive."

Liu Zhijun said cheerfully from behind Xia Juhua: "Auntie, we not only have insoles, but also the soil you mailed to us. I didn't dare to sleep for those three days. I felt like I was going to be unable to sleep, so I rubbed some soil from Ping'an Village into my eyes. Once the tears started flowing from my eyes, I couldn't sleep."

"That was mailed to you by Fifth Master." Xia Juhua looked at Liu and Zhijun's eyes with pity. Fortunately, they were still bright, clear, and full of spirit.

"What soil?" the chief asked, somewhat confused.

Xia Juhua explained to him the tradition of Ping'an Village sending special products to the soldiers every year, and also said that it was the Fifth Master who initiated the act of sending the hometown land to the soldiers.

After hearing this, the chief naturally praised Wu Ye again. The two ministers stepped forward to shake hands with Liu and Zhijun, and expressed their highest respect for his bravery and tenacity in defending the country on behalf of the hometown government. They hoped that after he recovered from his injuries, he would be able to return to his hometown to visit and report to his fellow villagers.

Liu Zhijun has gained good experience in the army in recent years. He expressed his gratitude to the leaders for their concern and care for Ping'an Village. He promised that if he returns home, he will visit the two leaders.

Considering that Xia Juhua must have a lot to say to her nephew, the chief and the two ministers left first, leaving behind reporter Zhang and a car, waiting for Xia Juhua to return to the guesthouse together.

"Does it still hurt? Lie down quickly." As soon as the person left, Xia Juhua immediately went forward and helped the person lie down: "How many days have you been down? How many days did you wake up after being unconscious?"

Liu Zhijun deliberately didn't mention the extent of his injuries, fearing that it would make Xia Juhua even more sad: "Auntie, it doesn't hurt much now, don't worry. The doctor just now wasn't targeting you at first. He is a skilled doctor who performed surgeries one after another, and he got a little anxious because he didn't get enough rest."

"I know he saved your life, and I have no time to thank him. He can scold me for three days and three nights."

□□ quietly took a deep breath, and Xia Juhua finally asked the question she wanted to ask but had not dared to ask: "Zhiliang is still in front now, is he in danger?"

How could there be no danger on the battlefield? However, Liu Zhiliang told her that Liu Zhiliang was following the leader at the front command post, which was some distance away from the front line and was relatively safer.

Although she knew that he was just comforting her, Xia Juhua finally let go of the worry that had been hanging over her since she left Ping'an Village. She told Liu and Zhijun about the changes at home, watched him take the medicine as instructed by the nurse, and watched him fall asleep under the sedative effect of the medicine. Then, under the nurse's instructions, she went to see the doctor.

"That's the situation," the doctor explained to Xia Juhua why Liu Zhijun still needed to take sedatives: "Two of the three shrapnel were taken out. Although the other one is smaller, it is too close to the nerve source. It is too dangerous to take it out, and it is easy to cause more serious sequelae."

"After several days of observation, it is still best not to remove the shrapnel in Comrade Liu Zhijun's brain. However, with a foreign object in his brain, he will inevitably feel pain. He can only take sedatives for a period of time to alleviate some of his pain."

After the doctor told Xia Juhua that Liu and Zhijun had three pieces of shrapnel in their brains, tears kept coming out of her eyes, but she didn't cry until she heard that Liu and Zhijun would have to rely on sedatives to relieve the pain until they adapted to the existence of the shrapnel. Then her tears started to fall: "Do they have to take sedatives for the rest of their lives?"

The doctor said uncertainly: "If you adapt well, you can gradually reduce the dosage."

Such an uncertain statement should not be uttered by a serious doctor, but Xia Juhua thanked him for wanting to comfort the patient's family and nodded to him: "If the child is in a better mood, will he be able to adapt faster?"

The doctor nodded: "Having something to distract yourself can indeed reduce some of the pain."

Just to keep Liu and Zhijun in a good mood, Xia Juhua felt that the people of Pingan Village could do it. After thanking the doctor, she went to the door of Liu and Zhijun's ward and took a look. Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, she said hello to the nurse, found reporter Zhang, and went back to the guesthouse together.

At this time, Xia Juhua felt more at ease than ever after learning that the soldiers from Ping'an Village had gone to the battlefield. On the way, she discussed with reporter Zhang and had the driver take her to a grocery store, where she bought 20 kilograms of meat.

After returning to the guesthouse, she took the meat to the kitchen to discuss borrowing the stove. The kitchen had received instructions from the chief, saying that the stove, flour, and seasonings could be used freely! Xia Juhua realized belatedly that she had only been concerned with buying meat and had forgotten to buy flour and seasonings.

It was too late to buy it now, so Xia Juhua was too straightforward to be polite and started braising and smoking the meat. During this time, she baked 20 kilograms of dough. When the meat was smoked, several warriors in the kitchen came to help with slicing, and asked Xia Juhua if she could teach them how to smoke meat.

Xia Juhua had no reservations about this - she smoked the meat for a short time today, so it didn't have much flavor. If the cook could learn how to do it, maybe next time the children in Ping'an Village would be able to enjoy it even if they were hungry, without their family members visiting.

Xia Juhua sent all the finished smoked meat pancakes to the camp where the soldiers from Ping'an Village were located. Unexpectedly, several cooks came to the camp the next day and also wanted to learn how to make them.

Xia Juhua, who was teaching the cook seriously, didn't notice that reporter Zhang also captured the scene of her teaching the cook in the past two days - while she was busy teaching, she didn't forget to stew chicken soup for □□, and went to see him every day and ask the doctor about his recovery.

This time, the Southern Military Region invited a total of ten local personnel to give reports to the troops. They were all individuals who had performed outstandingly in supporting the front in the past two years. Some of them were relatives of the soldiers, and some, like Xia Juhua, led the people in their hometowns to carry out a large number of support actions. Xia Juhua felt that each of them did a better job than herself.

"Next, please bring the advanced individuals to the stage to receive their awards." As soon as the commander finished speaking, a wave of applause echoed throughout the playground. Pairs of eyes that had experienced war looked at the five advanced individuals who walked onto the stage with gratitude.

Xia Juhua stood on the stage with some trepidation, feeling that she was unworthy of the award. But after she stepped down, she was surrounded by the warriors, who smiled and told her which flavor of instant noodles they liked best, which pattern of insoles they liked best, and asked what she would do if she returned to her original place of residence and still wanted to eat instant noodles.

Looking at the faces that were not frightened by the battlefield, Xia Juhua raised her voice and told everyone: "We in Ping'an Village will definitely increase production, ensure quality, and strive to make instant noodles available to everyone anytime, anywhere."

When she made the promise to the soldiers, she had an unconscious smile and confidence on her face. She stood out and was so harmonious among the young smiling faces. Reporter Zhang, who was following quietly, gently pressed the shutter.

Xia Juhua, who was in the crowd, noticed that □□ was being supported by a nurse in the distance, and she slowly parted the crowd and walked towards him. Liu Zhijun smiled happily, looked at Xia Juhua who was approaching and said, "Auntie, the doctor said that if I take the medicine on time, I can go home to rest."

Xia Juhua nodded vigorously: "Okay, Auntie will take you home!"