Chapter 326 Pressure from the Deputy Commander: What is the name of the soldier that Ye Jiaojiao likes?

Amidst the arguments in the isolation ward, Duan Jinan and his wife appeared in the corridor at the entrance.

"Old Nine, is Duan Yanzhi seriously ill?" Duan Jinan asked, interrupting the noise in the ward.

Duan Suili also wanted to be alone and quiet. He turned around and looked helplessly at his elder brother standing at the door of the ward, then turned and walked out. "He doesn't have any other abnormal reactions for the time being, but we have to continue observing him for two days. You can't do anything here, so go back."

"That's fine. It just so happens that President Han and the others want to talk to us..." Duan Jin'an hesitated.

"What did the Han family talk to you about?" Duan Suili looked at his eldest sister-in-law standing next to him through his eldest brother. In the past, the Han family would visit Dali every year when they came to Kunming. It was a visit in name, but in fact they wanted to form an alliance with the Duan family.

But the second son of the Han family is already married, what is there for the two families to discuss?

Could it be that the Han family has not given up yet and wants the eldest son Han Tingzhang to marry into the Duan family? !

Duan Jin'an squeezed his neck, raised his eyes and looked at his ninth brother who was staring at him, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched, "The Han family wants the third brother Han Dixing to marry our Duan Yanfei."

Duan Jinan raised his eyebrows as he said this. "Your sister-in-law and I took into consideration the close relationship between the two families. Since they have asked for this, it is not easy to refuse. Besides, Duan Yanfei is not very good. There are so many men in Yun Province, but she is only eyeing the few from the Han family..."

As a father, Duan Jin'an felt a little embarrassed to say this too bluntly.

Wang Ziru was the only one left in the ward. She lifted the quilt and bent down to check whether there was any bleeding from the bandage.

When she saw that the thick bandage wrapped around her chest was indeed oozing with blood, her face wrinkled up, and she looked at the pitiful man with her dark eyes, and sighed helplessly: "Commander, don't move around, the wound is bleeding."

"You told me not to move, so I won't listen to you?" Commander Duan snorted coldly, "Then give me some water."

Wang Ziru carefully checked the bandage on her chest, guessing it might be blood that seeped out when she just got off the operating table. She raised her eyes to glance at the rough man, and her mouth went dry.

She opened the drawer of her bedside table and pulled out a pack of cotton swabs.

Pour some warm water into the enamel pot and use a cotton swab dipped in the water to wet his lips.

"What does this taste like?" The rough man turned his face away and refused to wet his lips. Moreover, asking her to do this in this way made people afraid to open their eyes for some reason.

Wang Ziru said earnestly, as if coaxing a child, "Do you know why I didn't allow them to give you water?"

"I won't vomit. Give me some water. I'm dying of thirst."

"Since this kind of thing has a probability, it is very likely to happen. If you vomit, the foreign object may get stuck in your throat, causing you to suffocate. In addition, the wound on your chest will be torn due to the violent vomiting."

Commander Duan was lying on the hospital bed, looking at her lightly frowned brows, his eyes slowly became gentle, "Forget it! You can still hold on without drinking water, first pull out the tube below for me, that thing is too uncomfortable."

"Not today. We'll have to wait until this time tomorrow afternoon, depending on how your chest injury has healed."

"No, why are you more difficult to negotiate with than Prince Yan?" Commander Duan felt that this little girl was becoming less and less afraid of him. She made him beg her again and again for such a small matter.

Wang Ziru lowered her head and chuckled, then slowly lowered her body, a little mischievously, and whispered a few words into his ear.

The rough man quickly understood what she meant.

His face turned red instantly, as if the blood rushed to his head at that moment, and he quickly pulled the quilt over his face.

Duan Suili turned back to the bedside and saw his nephew covering his face with a sheet. He suddenly remembered something: "Duan Yanzhi, do you have any important work schedule at the headquarters?"

"Hey! I've gotten into this miserable state, why should I still work? The Shangjing Association will make arrangements, and we have Han Suijing as well."

"If Sui Jing stays here, what about the special forces?"

"There is also Xu Fuxian in the headquarters." Commander Duan's muffled voice came out from under the sheets.

Duan Suili pulled back the blanket and said, "It's so hot, don't you feel stuffy with the blanket covering your face?"

The veil covering his face was pulled away by his uncle, and Commander Duan rubbed his neck and shouted, "The back of my neck hurts a little. Could it be the sequelae of a concussion?"

Wang Ziru was checking the bandages on other parts of the commander's body.

There were two deep cuts on the thigh, and blood was seeping out of the bandage, which even Duan Suili saw.

"Duan Yanzhi, don't move! The bandages are bleeding." Suddenly, Duan Suili's warm eyes turned cold, but could not hide the hint of doting in them. Seeing him twisting and turning on the bed, he really wanted to beat him up.

"All of you, get out! I'm so annoyed. This is not allowed, that is not allowed. Do you want me to live?"

The guy who always walked sideways in the army waved his hands irritably, looking impatient.

Wang Ziru knew that he was lying like this. Except for his normal consciousness, all other parts of his body were injured to varying degrees, and he must be feeling uncomfortable.

"Don't worry. Rest quietly for a night. You will feel much better when you wake up tomorrow morning. I will check your head again tomorrow afternoon. It is normal to have a slight concussion."

"If it's a concussion, will there be any sequelae?" Duan Suili asked anxiously.

"Normally there will be no serious sequelae, but there may be minor problems. However, if you take good care of him in the later stages, I will give him Chinese medicine for two months after he is discharged from the hospital. His body will recover faster after his qi and blood flow smoothly."

As the two were talking, the manager of the cotton textile factory came to the door of the isolation ward with his secretary.

When Duan Suili saw the people from the cotton textile factory, his blood rushed backwards. If it weren't for those unskilled drivers from their factory, how could his nephew have suffered such a terrible crime?

"Zi Ru, help me keep an eye on Duan Yanzhi. I'll be back soon."

A warm and deep voice echoed in the ward, and Duan Suili's handsome figure had disappeared in the corridor outside the door.

Turning his head away, Duan Yanzhi watched his uncle walk out quickly, and his dangerous eyes slowly narrowed. "He really made the cotton mill pay for it with cotton. I don't have an uncle like him in my life."

In a blink of an eye, Wang Ziru's compassionate look was just right, with a hint of sarcasm.

"Commander, just rest assured. As for the compensation issue, I understand the bottom line of the negotiation." As he spoke, his bright and clear eyes under his curved eyebrows were smiling.

"Bring me something delicious tomorrow. I'm almost starving."

Wang Ziru sat on a stool at the head of the bed, looked at the pitiful man, and nodded kindly: "Okay, I'll bring you some rice soup tomorrow."

“……” He wanted to say something, but the sound seemed to be stuck in his throat and couldn’t come out.

His uncle was angry with him, and even she was angry with him.

In the corridor, when Duan Suili saw Manager Guo from the cotton textile factory, he almost couldn't help but punch him.

At the same time, I was a little angry. My eldest brother Duan Jinan was not doing his job. At this critical juncture, he was not worried about his eldest son at all, but was discussing his son and daughter's marriage with the Han couple!

Manager Guo is over 40 years old, wearing a pair of glasses and a light gray shirt.

When he saw Duan Suili, he couldn't raise his head and dared not look directly into the other's bloodshot eyes.

"Mr. Duan, I'm really sorry..."

"Due to the improper operation of our cotton mill truck driver, Commander Duan suffered a serious car accident. We will definitely do our best to compensate him. By the way, is Commander Duan okay now?"

The two sides looked at each other.

Duan Suili looked gloomy. "If Manager Guo is referring to my nephew's chest being punctured, then it's okay. How about I go out and give you a couple of punctures to try?"

After relaxing the stern expression on his face, Duan Suili spoke word by word:

"First of all, the car is completely destroyed. I'll give you a week to get it back."

"The car, it's a jeep, right?" Manager Guo's legs were almost unable to stand, and he wanted to cry but had no tears. In this era, let alone getting a military jeep, he couldn't even get this standard.

…

Over there, Han Suijing had dinner with his wife and children, then went straight back to the unit with his two children.

First, I sent the two children back to the family compound and told them not to run around and just watch TV and play at home.

After settling the child, he appeared at the headquarters at lightning speed.

Deputy Commander Xu Fuxian was so worried that he was almost overwhelmed. He finally waited for the second-in-command in the army to come, so he wanted to continue to be a hands-off manager as before. "Han Suijing, you came at the right time! There are latest instructions from the capital."

"What instructions?"

Before Han Suijing entered the commander's office, he was stopped in the corridor by Xu Fuyan.

"The latest instructions from Beijing require us to coordinate internally and select someone to perform the duties of the headquarters during the period when the commander is in the hospital." Xu Fuyan gave a brief report.

Although he was the second-ranking officer in the headquarters after Commander Duan, he was not the second-in-command of the Yun Province military after all.

Han Suijing understood the other party's intention and hoped that he would stay and take charge of the headquarters' duties during this period.

He had just asked his wife privately, and apart from the various injuries and holes on his body, his boss was unusually clear-headed.

Therefore, even he would not easily come forward to perform all the work of the headquarters.

If his boss is not satisfied with the way he handles things, he will be scolded.

"Okay, the headquarters has received the latest instructions from Beijing, so you call everyone to a meeting." Han Suijing gave the order with a gentle expression on his face.

Then he walked into Commander Duan's office.

Secretary Lu followed closely behind Han Suijing, holding the documents, and said, "Han Bingtuan, there are some things that need to be handled at the headquarters..."

"Give it to me, and you go and notify everyone to hold a meeting."

He walked to the sofa and sat down, took the documents, and asked Secretary Lu to notify several senior cadres in Kun District to come to the headquarters for a meeting immediately.

After receiving the notice, several officers hurried to the headquarters.

Han Suijing called everyone to Commander Duan's office. After everyone was seated, he said:

"Considering that the special forces have just started, there are still many things I need to deal with later, so I can't split my time here for the time being. Now the instructions from Beijing are that we negotiate internally to act on behalf of the headquarters."

After a pause, Han Suijing looked around at everyone with a deep gaze, and his eyes fell on the deputy commander.

"During this period, Deputy Commander Xu Fuxian will be in charge of the daily work of the headquarters. If you can't handle it, you can go to the hospital to ask the commander for advice."

Deputy Commander Xu Fuxian has always been indifferent to fame and fortune, and was a little unresponsive when he was suddenly named.

"Actually, Han Bing, you can hand over the work of the special forces to your subordinates. During this period of time, you will assist the commander in performing the work of the headquarters." Xu Fuyan felt as if he was offended and did not want to manage the headquarters on behalf of the commander.

They all knew Commander Duan's temper, and no one had any objection if the Han Corps was allowed to take charge of the headquarters' affairs.

But if he walked to the front of the stage leisurely, it would definitely cause many people to make trouble below.

Or not cooperating with his work.

He always gives people the impression of being a Buddhist who does not do his job well, unlike the commander, who treats the headquarters as his second home.

Every month, he is either inspecting the various troops under him or on his way to various troops.

But he has a family and cannot be away on business trips every day.

"As the deputy commander, the commander cannot come to work, so you should handle the work of the headquarters." After a pause, Han Suijing looked at the others with a deep and cold gaze, "During this period of time, you all listen to his orders."

Having said this, Xu Fuyan didn't say anything more.

Others may think this is a good job, but he is the only one who knows it best. If he fails to do so well, he might be scolded by the commander and lose his own name.

Sure enough, as soon as Xu Fuxian was named by Han Suijing, the phone at the headquarters rang.

"I'm Guo Peisong from the Second Cotton Mill in Kunming. Uh, a truck from our factory hit Commander Duan. I heard that Commander Duan's cars were all destroyed. I want to ask, where can I apply for a purchase quota for military vehicles? In addition, I want to ask, how much does it cost to get a car?"

Standing beside Commander Duan's desk, Xu Fuxian scratched his hair in annoyance, "Come to the unit and we can talk face to face."

After hanging up the phone, the other officers also got up and left.

Seeing Han Suijing was about to get up and leave, Xu Fuxian hurriedly called him, "Well, now that you're back, I wanted to ask you about my niece's performance in the special forces."

"Are you asking about Ye Jiaojiao?"

"It must be her. Jiaojiao has always been a spoiled child. She didn't listen to her parents' advice and insisted on going to the special forces to suffer."

"Hiss," Han Suijing thought for a moment, trying to find out how Ye Jiaojiao had performed in the army. After thinking for a long time, he asked, "Does she still not have a partner?"

"Ah? Yes, what's the matter?"

"I heard from the captain that Ye Jiaojiao and Zhou Zijiao seemed to like the same soldier, and they competed to confess their love to him at the training ground. I'm not sure if this is true or not, you can ask your sister later."

Hearing this, Xu Fuxian was startled, and then his heart began to beat rapidly, "Why is this child not listening? What is the name of that soldier? Is he handsome?"

Han Suijing carefully recalled Zhai Ximo's appearance in his mind. He really couldn't go against his conscience and say that he didn't look good.

"She looks no worse than me, but I can't describe the rest, maybe..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Xu Fuxian anxiously say, "No! Jiaojiao can't do this. My sister has already arranged a marriage for her. She'll meet the man when she's in a good mood. Tell me, what's the soldier's name?"