Half an hour was given Qin Nian as a buffer. Qin Nian nodded slightly. When Shen Xianjun was called over, his face was normal, but after he came in and heard the door close, his heart skipped a beat for some reason.
The doctor explained the situation truthfully, and Shen Xianjun's expression changed. Qin Nian stood beside Shen Xianjun, wanting to reach out her hand.
"It's been an injury for many years, and I've been training for so long without any problems. The tests haven't shown any major issues either. Aren't you being too cautious?"
Shen Xianjun still tried to think positively and didn't give up immediately.
"Comrade Shen Xianjun, this was discovered in time, and it was the first time, so there were no serious consequences. However, if you insist on this, we cannot bear the consequences. Whether it is the life of a soldier or the loss of a fighter jet, it is a very heavy burden for us."
The doctor's words silenced Shen Xianjun, and Qin Nian also grabbed Shen Xianjun's hand.
The doctor and the instructor left, leaving the office to the two of them.
"Xianjun, don't be sad."
Qin Nian tried to persuade her.
Shen Xianjun hung his head, seemingly lost in thought.
It was quite a while before he slowly opened his mouth.
"I will definitely be sad, but a fighter jet is no small matter. It is not easy to manufacture a fighter jet. If it is destroyed because of my personal reasons, I will blame myself."
Qin Nian felt sorry for Shen Xianjun. It was too painful to see someone work so hard for so long and give so much, only to have it abruptly cut short just when they were about to see the fruits of their labor.
"I can't fly in the sky, but I can still fly on the ground. I can't fly a fighter jet, but I can still repair one."
Shen Xianjun looked up and spoke earnestly. Seeing that Qin Nian was sad for him, he smiled and hugged her to comfort her.
"I'm not going to die, I just can't fly anymore. I'm still me, and I'm still a useful person, aren't I?"
“Yes, repairing fighter jets isn’t difficult. You’ve already studied mechanical principles quite a bit. Our current fighter jets, in addition to mechanics, also have computer control. I can find you some suitable books.”
Qin Nian thought about what she could do.
Shen Xianjun opened the door, still holding Qin Nian's hand. When he saw the instructor outside, he let go of Qin Nian's hand and saluted the instructor.
"I am applying for a transfer to the aircraft repair team. I am very familiar with fighter jets and do not want to give them up. Please approve my application. I will write the transfer request and submit it when I get back."
"Good job. It's good that you can think positively. Our soldiers won't be defeated by the smallest difficulties. Every cog in the machine has its use. We'll wait for your transfer request so that you and your husband can truly work in the same work group. You can also bring your child to live with us in the future."
The instructors breathed a sigh of relief. It was a pity to lose such a good soldier, but the maintenance team was also in dire need of manpower, and talent should not be wasted.
The instructor thought for a moment and then applied for a dormitory room for the two of them, not wanting to make his own people feel wronged.
Should we tell Mom about this?
Qin Nian accompanied Shen Xianjun to the canteen.
"It's not a big deal. Telling me would only make Mom worry, and I'd have to trouble you to keep it from her for me."
Shen Xianjun spoke with some apology. He couldn't fly fighter jets, so his position certainly wouldn't rise as quickly, and he didn't know how far he would go in the future. He only hoped to bring more benefits to his wife and children, but he felt somewhat sorry for his mother.
Yang Yufen was busy at the moment, as building a major road was no small project.
Wearing straw hats, they cleared weeds along the roadside, and truckloads of trees were cut down and hauled away.
"Yufen, Yufen, come and drink some mung bean soup, don't get heatstroke, it's too hot today."
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