On the Oceangoing Ship, Qi Jianping had been pushed into the temporary treatment room.
Two and a half hours later, the door was opened from the inside. A military doctor wearing a mask looked at Liao Tingming and said, "The bullet in the patient's shoulder has been removed. He is not in danger of death."
Liao Tingming breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, doctor."
Tian Zhongguo wiped the blood off his face and said, "Captain, I'll be on guard here. You go to the command room first. The battalion commander and the others are still waiting."
Many people have been injured over the past month, and there is a high probability that Qi Jianping will be sent back.
Liao Tingming nodded. A total of fifteen people in the ship company were injured and three died in this operation.
Although Qi Jianping is his love rival, he is also the soldier he values most.
In the command room of the Oceangoing, Feng Yunhao's face was not looking good. People were sacrificed every day, and even if the war was won, they would not be happy.
Du Fengguo sat back in his chair, pinching his brows with his hands. His eyes were a little cloudy, and his whole body was sore, especially his shoulders and neck. "Arrange a boat to send the injured back to Yanjiang City for treatment as soon as possible."
Feng Yunhao narrowed his eyes, "Has the typhoon in Dashan City not passed yet?"
Du Fengguo shook his head, "Not yet, but it seems to be coming soon."
A week later, the weather on Jinshan Island finally cleared up.
The sun hanging high above our heads is emitting scorching light.
The windows and doors of every household were all opened, and the yards and balconies were filled with quilts, clothes, firewood and other daily necessities hanging out to dry. Some people even took down their furniture and bed boards to dry them out in the sun.
Under the eaves of the next house, Feng Lili, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was sitting in a chair wrapped in a thin blanket, basking in the sun.
Wang Shuning cleaned the entire house from top to bottom. Even after the earthquake and tsunami, the house did not crack or collapse. This house is really solid.
Gao Ziyuan and another middle school teacher boarded the nearest ship carrying supplies back to the island.
There were too many things on the boat, so the two of them had to sit in a gap in the corner of the cabin.
The humid environment caused a strong smell. Gao Ziyuan, who never gets seasick, vomited seven times. He didn't want to eat anything and couldn't even drink water.
During the time when the typhoon hit Dashan City, their teacher training did not stop. It was only a two-step walk from the dormitory to the classroom, so they had to go no matter how heavy the rain was. The teacher in charge of the training wanted to go back as soon as possible and did not want to stay in Dashan City any longer.
Gao Ziyuan had no energy to get up, eat, or attend class, and he didn't even want to say a word to anyone every day.
They thought they could go back after the training, but the situation on Jinshan Island became even worse. There was no boat to take them there, so they had to stay in the dormitory for a while.
Since the training has ended, the school gave them a dormitory to live in, but that did not mean they would continue to provide meals. It was not safe to go out because the wind was too strong, so the two had to buy meals in the school cafeteria.
The chef’s cooking skills are poor, and it was acceptable for him to eat for free before, but now he has to pay for it. Gao Ziyuan is very reluctant.
After more than a month, all the fat around my waist has disappeared.
After knowing that the ship was leaving, the two immediately packed up their things and got on board, wishing they could grow wings and fly back.
After the boat docked, Gao Ziyuan got off the boat carrying his bag and ended up stepping into the mud.
The entire dock is covered with silt. Even after so many days of storms, the silt brought by the tsunami has not been washed away.
Looking up at the bare Jinshan Island, Gao Ziyuan slipped and fell backwards to sit on the ground. "Why is this happening?"
The old middle school teacher looked at him and shook his head. Young people have too little experience. He has encountered everything at his age. "Go back and have a good rest. Classes will start in two days."
When Gao Ziyuan returned home and saw the mess, he had no time to rest. He spent the whole day just shoveling the mud and sand.
The first supply ship was filled with necessities, with medicines alone taking up half of the cabin.
The troops first restored the health center to its original state. All the sick people on the island were now crowded inside to receive intravenous drips. Since there were not enough chairs, they brought small stools from home and sat in the corridor.
The courier stood at the door of Wang Shuning's house with a sack on his back and knocked on the door. "Wang Shuning, there's a letter for you. Wang Shuning, take it."
Wang Shuning hurried down from the second floor.
The courier handed her a stack of envelopes and said, "Before, there was one envelope a month, but now there are seven in the past two months. Your family really cares about you."
Wang Shuning opened the envelopes. One of them was sent two months ago, and the others were sent within the past month.
In the letter, Song's mother first worried about whether the war between China and North Vietnam would have any impact on Jinshan Island, and then about the earthquake, tsunami and typhoon, and asked if she was safe.
The time intervals between the letters were particularly short, and the content of each letter was more anxious than the previous one.
While the courier was delivering mail on the island today, Wang Shuning immediately wrote a letter home to report his safety.
A week later the school notified the start of classes.
Wang Shuning told Gao Ziyuan about the progress of the fifth and sixth grade classes and apologized, "I'm sorry, Teacher Gao, the island has been closed for more than a month, and the progress has fallen behind. I'm afraid you have to catch up."
Gao Ziyuan's eye sockets were sunken. He had spent four whole days cleaning the house and had not gotten enough rest. He was extremely tired both physically and mentally.
Su Fangmei, who was sitting next to him, said, "It's not just Teacher Gao who has to make up for the missed classes. All teachers have to make up for the missed classes. Today is already June 28th. We were originally taking final exams at this time, and summer vacation would start in early July. Classes will be suspended for more than a month. I just heard from the principal that we will make up for the missed classes in half a month. The final exams will be on July 18th, and summer vacation will officially start on July 20th."
Gao Ziyuan's eyes widened. "When does school start?"
Wang Shuning sat down dejectedly and guessed, "It should still be September 1st." This vacation was ruined, as it was two days shorter than the winter vacation.
Su Fangmei nodded in agreement: "It should be."
The shorter summer vacation makes no difference to the people on the island. At most they can just move their vacation to the front. But for outsiders like Gao Ziyuan and Wang Shuning, they are not so lucky.
The two-month long vacation was cut short. Either I couldn’t go home, or the time I stayed there was shortened.
In just half a month, the class progressed so fast that there was not even time to ask students questions.
After the final exam, all the teachers' tense nerves relaxed and the grades were okay, not declining due to the rush to meet deadlines.
The next day, Wang Shuning locked the door, carried his bag and boarded the ship leaving Jinshan Island.
After Qi Jianping recovered from his injury, he returned to Jinshan Island, but was told by Ding Hui that the school was on summer vacation and Wang Shuning had returned to Beijing yesterday.
Four days later, at Beijing Railway Station, Wang Jianguo stood on the platform and waved to his little daughter.
When I got home, my eldest sister-in-law was standing at the door with a big belly, and my eldest brother Wang Jianjun was standing beside her, supporting her.
After dinner, Song's mother stayed in her little daughter's room and said to her seriously, "Mom has arranged a blind date for you. It will be at the Chengnan Courtyard State-Owned Restaurant at noon tomorrow. Go over and meet her."
Wang Shuning was so sleepy that his upper eyelids were drooping, but when he heard the word "blind date", he opened his eyes wide and was frightened. The sleepiness disappeared instantly, "Mom, are you kidding me?"
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