Ruan Xianxian nodded gently, "I understand, thank you, doctor. You've worked hard."
The doctor is a shrewd person; this isn't a relative, it's clearly an enemy who wishes the other were dead.
But he was instructed not to be surprised by anything strange that happened in the ward, to focus on his own work and finish removing the eyeballs. He was given an early holiday for the Chinese New Year this year.
"What about the surgery fee?" he asked.
Ruan Xianxian pouted, her chin slightly touching Su Tingrong, who had been eavesdropping outside the door for who knows how long.
"Hey, my step-grandmother is here. Let's talk about the surgery fee with her."
After saying that, he took out the apple he had swiped from the pretty nurse, and pulled out a small knife from his boot to peel it...
After a long, non-stop day, the little bit of food I ate this morning has already been digested.
The knife, stained with dried blood, stung Su Tingrong's eyes, causing him to sway slightly before regaining his balance.
I forced myself to look away from those few drops of dried blood.
She knew it all along; she knew to take off one of her grandson's little fingers and arrogantly present it to the master's pillow, the meaning of provocation and warning was obvious.
After confirming that her grandson had an accident in the detention center, she rushed to the hospital without a moment's delay.
Looking at the girl's ambiguous smile, she admitted it and frankly revealed the murder weapon: I did it, so what can you do about it?
how?
What else could she do?
The doctor followed the old lady's gaze and noticed the bloodstains on the knife. The old lady laughed and explained, "I forgot to wash the knife this morning when I was chopping chicken feet for my grandma to braise."
doctor:? ? ?
Do you use a military bayonet to butcher chicken feet?
Okay, it is indeed her house.
The atmosphere in this ward is too eerie; I can't stay there for even a minute. Whoever wants to pay the surgery fee can pay it; if there's really no one else, the military will reimburse it.
The ward door closed again, and Ruan Xianxian and Su Tingrong stood facing each other, with Ruan Kangri lying across their feet, unable to get up no matter how hard they tried.
Nobody paid any attention.
Looking at Ruan Xianxian, whose eyes were filled with suppressed emotions, seemingly smiling but actually colder than the December weather outside the window.
Su Tingrong had organized her thoughts along the way, but she withdrew them.
She was very perceptive in noticing the changes in the women.
The last time we met, she was like a child with superpowers, who loved to play pranks and have fun, and didn't care whether she died or not, or when she died!
When they met again, she was clearly different. The most obvious change was in the emotion in her eyes. She felt it was best not to say anything useless now.
It seems that the Jing family's mistake and subsequent criticism from the top leader was just a coincidence, but how many coincidences are there in the world?
Just as he was about to use his trump card, the woman opposite him turned the tables on him.
She didn't want to think about it too much; it would only scare her. At that moment, Su Tingrong lowered her head. "What do you think the Jing family should do?"
Ruan Xianxian: "Didn't we already agree on this?"
Su Tingrong looked at the maggots at his feet with disgust and curled his lip. "Is he sure he can get a marriage certificate like this?"
If all you want is an explanation, you can release the news that I'm married to him; I won't deny it.
Ruan Xianxian: "Go back now. I'll send you some pickled chicken feet that my great-aunt made herself tomorrow. Or if you prefer stronger flavors, you can have some deer antler velvet."
Su Tingrong's pupils contracted. She understood. It meant that if she didn't get her marriage certificate with Ruan Kangri in a day, she would dismantle a part of her grandson every day.
She wasn't threatening; she could actually do it.
Su Tingrong dared not harbor any more illusions. "Okay, we'll get the marriage certificate after he's discharged from the hospital."
"What if it doesn't work out?" Ruan Xianxian said with a half-smile. "Don't try to bargain with me or nitpick over the words. I know your family has connections at the Civil Affairs Bureau."
"His personal presence is not required. This is Ruan's anti-Japanese household registration. I need to see witnesses tonight, before tonight."
The Jing family certainly had the ability to do so. If she hadn't moved her household registration to the countryside and was still with the Ruan family, she wouldn't have needed to be present in person; the Jing family would have already arranged the marriage.
Su Tingrong reached out her trembling hand and took the thin sheet of paper, her voice shaking, "Okay!"
Only after Su Tingrong left did Ruan Kangri get up from the ground, rationally lie back on the hospital bed, and close his eyes.
Based on decades of experience fighting the Japanese on the battlefield, he had a premonition that if he wasted even a single extra word, tonight would be the last night of his life.
The question, "Do you possess special abilities?" stuck in his throat. He thought he would never ask it again, even on the day he closed his eyes.
This will undoubtedly bring up old stories from decades ago.
It will only make his death more painful.
He dared not even think about how much of his current predicament was caused by his granddaughter, much less ask.
It turns out that those who claim to be unafraid of death will instinctively turn to survival when faced with imminent danger, and the shadow of death can be truly terrifying.
Ruan Kangri thought to himself, if he had known, he would never have sent her to the countryside just because she hadn't awakened any special abilities after she turned eighteen.
It should be kept under close watch.
Why can't you think straight?
If only time could turn back!
Ruan Xianxian's eyes were pitch black, like a deep, cold pool. She stared at Ruan Kangri for an unknown amount of time. The eerie and chilling sense of oppression gradually made Ruan Kangri, who was pretending to be dead with his eyes closed, stiffen up...
Then a knock came at the door, and a man in his forties, dressed in military uniform and standing upright, appeared outside.
He has a gentle demeanor and always greets people with a smile.
He extended a hand. "Comrade Ruan, right? I often hear your grandmother mention you. My surname is Qin, and I am the political commissar of the military region where your grandfather served."
"Uncle Qin," Ruan Xianxian greeted him. Her grandmother had mentioned him; he was one of their own.
Political Commissar Qin smiled, walked past her to Ruan Kangri's bedside, and took out a document.
The gist of the matter is that the individual has an improper work style and serious disciplinary problems, and the organization has demoted them and given them a major demerit.
“Brigade Commander Ruan, no, from today onwards I should call you Regiment Commander Ruan. You have another major demerit. This is the second time. Be careful, the third time will get you discharged from the army.”
No, Ruan Kangri could not accept it.
Overnight, he not only lost his eligibility to compete for the position of division commander, but was also demoted to regimental commander.
The regimental commander, it took him a full eighteen years to rise from regimental commander to brigade commander, but one move brought him back to square one.
No, this was even more unacceptable to him than knowing he was going to die.
His withered, large hand slammed against the bed frame. "I want to retire, not be demoted."
Political Commissar Qin smiled slightly: "It's too late! Even if you had applied yesterday, the organization would have approved it on a case-by-case basis. It's just that some people are too greedy and occupy positions without doing their jobs!"
"you……"
Ruan Xianxian knew that Grandpa Xie had made a move.
He not only wanted Ruan Kangri to die, but also wanted the organization to completely deny this person and retract all the so-called achievements he had made.
Political Commissar Qin said: This is the second major demerit.
The meaning of the reminder is quite clear.
After delivering the unit's orders, Political Commissar Qin couldn't stay in the room for even a minute longer. He called Ruan Xianxian to the nurses' station and took out a lunchbox.
"Your grandpa said you must not have eaten after being out all day, so he asked me to bring you some. He said you like noodles, so he asked your aunt to make some braised noodles. Want to try some?"
Ruan Xianxian opened the lunchbox, and the aroma of braised noodles wafted right up to her face. There were a few peeled garlic cloves in the lunchbox, showing that she had put thought into it.
Ruan Xianxian ate with increasing joy. See, she wasn't some unwanted, unwanted burden...
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