A nurse led them into Yan Zheng's ward. When Cai Min saw her youngest son lying on the bed, she could hardly believe her eyes. She ran over quickly, threw herself into Yan Zheng's arms, and burst into tears.
The nurse panicked. Although Yan Zheng's vital signs were normal, he was still unconscious and couldn't withstand the weight of an adult. She quickly ran over and pulled Cai Min back, saying, "You can't pounce on him! You'll hurt him."
Enraged, Cai Min shoved the nurse away and pointed at her nose, yelling, "My son is lying here all alone, no one cares! Are you all dead? You won't even let me near my son! Do you want him dead?"
The young nurse was pushed back several steps, but was caught by Yan Ge from behind to avoid falling. Hearing Cai Min's cursing, she became angry: "How do you know no one cares? Doctors come to check on us every morning, and they're only gone for a few minutes. Who wants your son to die? You're being unreasonable."
Cai Min couldn't think of a rebuttal, so she sat down on the ground and started crying: "My life is so miserable. My son has been in the army for six years and hasn't sent back a single penny. Now he's lying in bed like a dead person. The doctors here even curse at us. I don't want to live anymore."
The crying startled Xue Ying, who was making her rounds next door. Xue Ying had indeed come to the hospital early in the morning, specifically for Yan Zheng. She had wanted to ask about Lao Yan when she got home yesterday, but Lao Yan was in a meeting. When she came back, she was asleep, and when she woke up, Lao Yan had gone to work.
He was concerned about Yan Zheng, after all, he also had the surname Yan, so he had to pay more attention to him. In case he was a relative of the Yan family, he would have done his best. Now, hearing the noise from next door, he frowned deeply.
Xue Ying's deputy quickly walked over and said, "Who are you? Don't you know you can't make noise in a hospital?"
Perhaps because her deputy was dressed in a white coat that was different from the nurses, Cai Min was much more restrained, but she still pointed at Yan Zheng and asked her deputy, "What's wrong with my son? Why hasn't he woken up yet?"
The deputy glanced at Yan Erqiang and asked sternly, "Who are you? What is your relationship with Yan Zheng? Do you have any supporting documents?"
Yan Ge walked up and said, "Hello, my name is Yan Ge. The person lying on the bed is my younger brother, and they are our parents. Now I'm in charge. Can you tell us what happened?"
"Have you received the telegram?" the deputy asked.
Yan Zheng nodded, took out the telegram and handed it to his deputy. The deputy took it and read it. Sure enough, it was from Yan Zheng's family. It was clearly written on the telegram.
“Yan Zheng is a good comrade. He was bravely wounded while on patrol. His wound is almost healed and all his vital signs are back to normal, but he has not yet regained consciousness. We have tried many methods without success. Now we hope that your family members will join us in our efforts to wake Yan Zheng up as soon as possible.”
Yan Ge nodded quickly, then thought for a moment and asked, "Doctor, we don't know anything about medicine. Could you please guide us on what to do?"
The deputy adjusted his glasses and said, "Try to talk to him as much as possible, talk about things he remembers vividly, things he likes, and people he likes."
Yan Ge felt a pang of sadness and thanked the doctor repeatedly, promising to take good care of his younger brother. He looked around and noticed a washbasin under the bed and a towel hanging beside it. He picked up the towel and washbasin and went to find a place to get water so he could wipe Yan Zheng's body and change his clothes.
The young nurse appreciated Yan Ge's care for his younger brother, which was much better than that of his parents. She volunteered to take Yan Ge to the water station and told him that they would also wipe patients who did not have family members every day, and the clothes they changed out of were placed in a basin and washed by someone. However, now that family members had come, these things had to be done by the family members themselves.
Yan Zheng was extremely grateful. After getting the water, he returned to the ward and helped Yan Zheng wipe down. Cai Min sat on a stool to the side, neither helping nor saying anything, seemingly lost in thought. Yan Erqiang stood at the ward window smoking, staring blankly out the window for a long time without moving.
After the deputy returned, he told Xue Ying about the matter. Xue Ying nodded, but the image of Cai Min crying loudly, saying that her son had been in the army for six years and had not sent back a single penny, kept echoing in her mind.
He had served in the army for six years but hadn't sent a single penny home, which was against the rules. Could Yan Zheng's coma be related to this? Xue Ying seemed to have found the reason why Yan Zheng didn't want to wake up. Although it was just a thought, it was better than guessing blindly.
I picked up the phone and found the hospital on the border. I inquired about the situation, and the hospital there was very responsible. They promised to check it out immediately and call me back once they found out.
Half an hour later, the phone rang: "Yan Zheng has a will. The recipient's name on the will is Yan Xiaonan. Since Yan Zheng did not die, the will cannot be sent to Yan Xiaonan, and no one else has the right to open the letter."
Xue Ying's head was about to explode. She asked urgently, "Is Yan Xiaonan the recipient? Do you know the mailing address?"
The other party quickly replied: "Mushroom Village in the north, the specific address is on the letter."
Xue Ying knew who Yan Zheng was. Old Yan had once said that his second son wanted to join the army with him. Old Yan told him to register in his city. After returning to the capital, Old Yan went to inquire about it, but found that Yan Zheng had not registered. Since he hadn't registered, Old Yan put the matter out of his mind.
Unexpectedly, this kid was injured and sent here. And the parents in the ward must be Yan Erqiang and Cai Min. And that young man must be Yan Ge. Thinking of this, Xue Ying picked up the phone again.
With Nan Nan's assurance, Yan Daqiang felt much less pressure at today's meeting. He remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was incredibly relaxed. "I've at least completed half of the task," he thought, "much better than you bunch of headless idiots."
As long as Southeast and his group arrive, we'll get our hands on the cotton. Nan Nan is so clever. More than ten years ago, Mom made her take the blame, and now Nan Nan is making Southeast take the blame. It's true what they say, the tables have turned, and this year it's Southeast's turn.
Bao Guo came in and whispered a few words in Yan Daqiang's ear. Yan Daqiang's expression changed drastically, and he quickly reported the matter to his superiors, asking to ask for leave to visit his nephew in the hospital.
Everyone admires heroes. The leader nodded immediately, and Yan Daqiang grabbed his hat and ran outside, with Bao Jinguo following closely behind.
Ten minutes later, Xue Ying saw Yan Daqiang, whose face was covered in sweat. She quickly took him to her office and explained what had happened in detail. Yan Daqiang could hardly believe his ears.
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