Chapter 239 Commander's Rage

When the car turned around from the mountain and drove back to the town.

Han Suijing's body was still weak and limp. Along the way, Wang Ziru held him tightly, wondering whether she should take him to get a bottle of glucose to stabilize his heart pulse.

In his current condition, it will take him half a day to get to Kun District. I'm really worried that he might get into an accident on the road.

"Song Yan, drive the car to the town's clinic!" Based on her experience in the emergency room, Wang Ziru made a quick prediction and gave the order decisively.

Song Yan stretched his neck and said, "He..."

“Do as I say!”

"Yes! Sister-in-law!" Song Yan was also confused by his boss's behavior. He couldn't tell whether the two of them had failed in the negotiation or had reached an agreement.

He stepped on the accelerator and rushed to the door of the clinic.

It took the two of them working together to get Han Suijing out of the back seat. After all, Song Jian was from the special forces and was very strong. He carried Han Suijing into the lobby of the clinic.

Wang Ziru saw the white coat coming to greet them, "Go find all your glucose! And the intravenous needle!"

A few minutes later, Wang Ziru used a 1970s iron tube syringe with a thin syringe at the front to urgently inject a syringe of glucose into Han Suijing.

Another shot of sedative.

"Lie quietly for a while..." After giving the injection, Wang Ziru laid him down on the single bed. Her voice was gentle, no longer stimulating his fragile nerves.

Han Suijing lay down obediently. His hands suddenly began to tremble and he held her tightly, refusing to let go.

The doctors at the health center were already confused by these comrades from the army. Now, seeing how the patient was pulling Wang Ziru, they had some gossipy expressions.

It was not until the man on the hospital bed fell into a deep sleep that Wang Ziru called Song Jian outside to talk.

"Has he ever appeared like this before?"

Song Jian touched the back of his neck. He had never realized that his boss was so strong. How could such a thing happen?

He thought for a moment, and said with a smile: "I have known him for so many years, but this is the first time I have seen him look so weak. However, he has always been in good health, so he shouldn't get sick, right?"

"It's hard to say!" Wang Ziru looked at the few people on the street and asked, "He needs to rest for at least half a day. He may not be able to catch the train to Guangzhou tomorrow. Should he ask for leave from Commander Duan and explain this?"

Song Jian was frightened by the name of Commander Duan. "No, no, no! You must not ask the Commander for leave. If he wants to investigate, he might punish you too!"

"But Han Suijing is sick! He's sick, and the army won't allow him to take leave?"

"The key to his condition is not that he is sick. It may be that the two of you talked too intensely and made too much noise, so he..." Song Yan scratched the itch at the corner of his eye and did not dare to continue.

Wang Ziru turned around to look at the man sleeping on the hospital bed, and mustered up her courage, "There's a phone in the car, right? Go call the commander, and I'll explain once you get through."

"I won't!" Song Yan refused.

"Then tell me the commander's phone number and I'll call him."

"That won't work either! That's a special phone provided to him by the army. It's military equipment and no one else can use it!" Song Yan's head was shaking like a rattle. He could listen to Wang Ziru's instructions in everything, but he refused to cooperate when it came to calling the commander to ask for leave.

Unable to get the commander's phone number, Wang Ziru was at a loss as to what to do and could only wait for Han Suijing to wake up.

Song Yan knew that he had offended his sister-in-law, but he could not leave a bad impression on her, otherwise it would not be good for him whether she married his boss or married into the Duan family in the future.

Suddenly he chuckled twice, "Sister-in-law! Don't be fooled by his behavior. Actually, nothing will happen. When the commander asks about it, I will say that the car broke down on the road and the repair was delayed."

"You are quite good at deceiving the commander." Wang Ziru scolded Song Yan unhappily, and then suddenly remembered, "Did he not have breakfast?"

"Ah? I don't know about that, but the breakfast in the army cafeteria is not that early. Maybe he had some biscuits beforehand."

Han Suijing slept until noon, and his physical strength gradually recovered during his sleep.

He frowned and sat up from the hospital bed. He didn't see Wang Ziru or Song Yan.

Just as he was about to ask the doctor at the health center, he saw Song Jian come in with a huge enamel rice bowl in his hand. Seeing that he was awake, he was surprised and said, "Oh! He finally woke up."

"Did you go get food?"

At the back, Wang Ziru came in with a tray carrying food from the hotel.

Han Suijing noticed that the little woman was holding a tray, and immediately got off the bed, "Why don't you let Song Yan take it?!"

"I'm glad you're awake! I don't weigh much," Wang Ziru didn't expect that the quality of sedatives in the 1970s was so strong that it allowed this military hero to sleep for half a day.

Song Jian had already moved the table from the clinic to the side of the bed, and placed all the dishes they had cooked at the state-owned restaurant on the small table.

Han Suijing sat on the edge of the bed and glanced at the dishes on the table, all of which were his favorite dishes.

"This is chicken soup! Drink more to replenish your energy." Wang Ziru used a small bowl to fill a bowl of chicken soup for Han Suijing and handed it to him. Seeing his frown, she said, "You must drink two bowls."

When I saw the smile on his face, I felt an inexplicable sense of sadness in my heart.

Wang Ziru's eyes were evasive, as if she would fall if she looked at him one more time.

After the meal, Song Jian put the dishes and chopsticks on a tray and sent it back to the hotel, leaving the man and woman, who didn't know whether the negotiation had failed or reached an agreement, feeling awkward.

"Do you want to buy something for the children and bring it back to the army? I heard from Baoer yesterday that you eat noodles every day?" Han Suijing regained his enthusiasm and asked as he followed Wang Ziru out of the health center.

Wang Ziru looked back at the man. His eyes were bloodshot. She couldn't bear to provoke him any further.

"It's so early in the morning, eating noodles is the easiest and quickest."

Han Suijing walked to the jeep, opened the back door, took out an envelope from the suitcase inside, and handed it to Wang Ziru, "I didn't bring much money this time. You can use this to support your family and have a good meal with the children."

"No, I still have money now, I don't need you to give it to me."

"Here!" The man stuffed the envelope into her trouser pocket. "Get in the car. I'll take you home. It's time to leave."

If he doesn't leave now, the commander will probably be angry if he knows he is still here at this time.

The jeep stopped at the Licun fork in the road. Wang Ziru made the excuse that she was going to Licun to find Cheng Xueru to pick vegetables, and wanted to get off here.

Han Suijing held her hand tightly all the way and forgot to let go until Wang Ziru looked at him helplessly, "It's time for me to get off the bus."

"Well! I'll pick you up when I get back from my business trip. Don't go anywhere during this time."

As she turned to get off the car, he put his arms around her and kissed her hot face.

After the car turned around at the fork in the road, Han Suijing stuck his head out of the window and said, "Wait for me."

"Yeah." Wang Ziru stood on the side of the road, her heart seemed to be gently pulled by a thin thread, her tense fingers curled up slightly until the car disappeared around the bend of the road.

Sitting in the back seat, Han Suijing looked at his watch with a cold expression: "The commander should have returned to Dali. Fortunately, he is not here today."

Song Yan wanted to laugh: "..."

I thought to myself, if the commander was in the Ninth Division, what would you have to do?

Just after returning to his home in Dali, Commander Duan walked into the Duan family mansion with a grim figure, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.

Everyone in the Duan family, young and old, could not help but make way for the eldest grandson of the Duan family. Only Commander Duan's old mother, upon learning that her eldest son had finally returned, hurried out of her father-in-law's room to greet him.

"Hello! You are finally back!"

Commander Duan saw his old mother whom he had not seen for a long time. He nodded slightly with pride, and his steps did not slow down at all. He asked as he walked: "How is the old man's condition? What does the doctor say?"

"Oh my! I don't know what happened to your grandpa's health. He got so seriously ill in just a few days..."

The old mother chased her son all the way into the old man's bedroom, running out of breath.

Commander Duan's tall figure appeared in front of the old man's bed, and the old man opened his eyes and said, "Yanzhi, you are finally home. Hurry up and take me to Kunqu. We can't live in this house anymore."

"Why can't we live here?"

His rough voice was like thunder.

The old man stretched out his hand and waved it in the air, "They all think I'm not dead yet. If you don't leave now, you will be the one to send me off."

"Hehe, you sound quite spirited when you talk like that. You won't die anytime soon!"

"Yanzhi, just listen to your grandfather and take me to live in your house in Kun District..." The old man was tortured by illness and his breathing was unstable, and it was difficult for him to say a few words.

Commander Duan held Grandpa's skinny hand, felt the old man's vitality, and suddenly smiled, "You want to live in my house? Then you should get well soon. When you are well, I will come back to pick you up."

Turning around, he looked at his mother, "Is my uncle back?"

"He's back! He just rushed home this morning..." Mrs. Duan glanced at her father-in-law unhappily and whispered, "Your grandfather's illness is indeed a bit serious this time, but it's not to the point where you need to call your uncle back. Look, he's on the beach discussing business. If he suddenly comes back, he must be angry."

"Oh! So you guys knew that the old man was fine, but you still called us back one by one?"

"No, just listen to my explanation..."

Duan Yanzhi exuded a chill, his face was expressionless, and his narrow, long phoenix eyes were unfathomable.

After looking at the figure peeking outside the door, he did not scold his old mother in public.

I looked back at the old man and found that he was sleeping peacefully.

Duan Yan walked away straight to his uncle's study. When he met some women from the Duan family along the way, he didn't even give them a smile.

For the women and children, the two King Yans of the Duan family returned to their home at the same time, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

"Let me make a phone call."

After walking through several corridors, I finally arrived at my uncle's study. As soon as I entered, I went straight to the sofa in the small living room inside the study and sat down.

Duan Suili also rushed home from his busy schedule, only to find that his father was fine for the time being.

Although he was a little angry, he didn't have a bad attitude like his older nephew.

He returned to the study to take care of business matters.

At this moment, the head of the Duan family, wearing a black shirt and black pants, sat behind the desk with a pile of documents in front of him. He picked up the phone on the desk and made another call.

While waiting for the call, he glanced at his nephew who was leaning on the sofa, "Are you back from Kunqu?"

"Um!"

After Duan Yanzhi dialed the phone, he put the receiver between his shoulder and ear and used both hands to light a cigarette.

Half a minute passed after I made the call before I heard any movement from the other end.

He asked immediately, "Where are you?"

On the other end of the phone, Song Jian had already stopped the car to facilitate receiving the signal.

Han Suijing's usual calm voice came from the other end of the phone: "It's only been an hour since I left here."

"Why did you wait until the afternoon to set out? Can't Fu Xun handle the Ninth Division?" Commander Duan's nostrils were full of gunpowder. He took a deep puff of cigarette and before Han Suijing could answer, he suddenly asked, "Have you been talking about private matters with someone all morning?"

I thought he would deny it, but I heard him say, “Yeah, yes.”

Commander Duan turned around and looked at his uncle in shock, only to find that his uncle was also looking at him, as if he really wanted to know what they were talking about on the phone.

Leaning back slowly, Duan Yanzhi lowered his voice and asked, "Did you come to a conclusion?"

"Well! If she doesn't marry, I won't marry her. We will raise the child together..."

"What did you say? Han Suijing! Say it again? What do you mean you won't marry her if she doesn't marry?" Duan Yanzhi stood up from the sofa with a slender figure, and said angrily: "Are you inlaid with gold? You want someone to guard you for the rest of your life?!"