Chapter 129 Are you fucking crying at a grave here?
Huang Ya rushed forward and used all his strength to drag Shen Kun's heavy body.
He staggered and hid behind a huge boulder.
Gravel and dust covered their clothes.
"Shen Kun! Shen Kun! Wake up!!"
He knelt on the ground, his voice trembling.
While shouting, he subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to slap Shen Kun's cheek, trying to wake him up.
Shen Kun suddenly raised his hand and precisely slapped away his wrist.
His tone was furious: "Stop howling! Are you fucking crying at my grave? I'm not dead yet!"
Huang Ya was still in shock when she saw Shen Kun suddenly open his eyes and even prop himself up to sit up.
Overwhelmed by the immense surprise, his eyes instantly welled up with tears, and he was so excited that he almost burst into tears.
Shen Kun couldn't stand his fussy attitude, so he immediately raised his fist and threatened him in a harsh voice.
"If you dare spill cat pee, I'll beat you to death!"
Huang Yana's tears, which were about to burst forth, were abruptly stopped by his threat.
He sniffed: "Are you...are you really alright?"
His gaze was fixed on Shen Kun's chest—where his cotton-padded coat had been ripped open with a horrifying gash.
The grayish-white cotton inside burst out like dandelion seeds, a shocking sight.
Shen Kun unbuttoned his tattered cotton-padded jacket and pointed to a peculiar black vest underneath that was completely undamaged.
"Dr. Huang, it's all thanks to you for getting this imported item!"
He was panting, his voice filled with relief at surviving a close call, "Otherwise, I would really be dead today!"
Shen Kun's gaze fell on Huang Ya's face, which was covered in tears and sweat, and a thousand complex emotions surged into his heart.
His Adam's apple bobbed a few times, "Brother Huang..."
He paused, then said very solemnly, "Thank you."
Without saying a word, Shen Kun suddenly hugged Huang Ya tightly.
Huang Ya felt extremely uncomfortable with his sudden action and tried frantically to push him away.
But after pushing for a long time, the arm remained as still as an iron hoop.
Huang Ya could only resign herself to her fate and stand frozen in place, letting him hold her.
That vest was given to Shen Wanjun; to be precise, Shen Kun's life was saved by Shen Wanjun.
It has nothing to do with him.
Just then, Song Zhan, dragging Lao Dao, whose leg was bruised and who was limping, rushed to the back of the boulder.
Seeing that the two were still hugging, Song Zhan was extremely anxious.
He shouted, "Dr. Huang, let him go! We must break through immediately!"
In the current situation, let alone saving them, if they delay even a moment longer, all of them will probably lose their lives here.
Huang Ya wanted to let go, but Shen Kun wouldn't let go at all!
"He's dead! What are you still dawdling about!"
In his desperation, Song Zhan reprimanded her harshly without thinking.
Upon hearing this, Shen Kun shoved Huang Ya away and glared at Song Zhan with annoyance.
He retorted with a powerful voice, "You're the one who's dead! Your whole family..."
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but remembering Shen Wanjun, he swallowed them back.
"Pah, pah, pah!" He spat three times to the side, for he couldn't say anything unlucky.
If something really happens to Song Zhan, how will his niece survive?
Shen Kun secretly made a mental note of this, intending to settle the score with Song Zhan another day.
Old Dao said with a mournful face, "Brother Kun...we...we seem to be surrounded..."
He was too confident and only brought three or five brothers, who have now been riddled with bullets.
Seeing that Shen Kun had miraculously survived, he felt inexplicably relieved, as if he had found his pillar of support.
He suggested, trembling, "Brother Kun... how about... how about we surrender?"
He didn't believe that if they surrendered, Ma Liang would still chase after them and kill them.
...
Meanwhile, in a hospital ward.
While Dang Xianghong and Feng Xiang went out to get food, a slender figure quietly pushed open the door and slipped in.
It's Bai Lu.
She had come twice before, but was rudely turned away at the door by Dang Xianghong both times.
"Comrade Shen needs to rest and recuperate. She doesn't want to see you. You should go back."
Dang Xianghong's attitude was cold and hard, and he clearly harbored prejudice.
Bai Lu knew very well that Shen Wanjun didn't like her, and even those close to her were extremely wary of her.
It was as if she would try every means to kill Shen Wanjun if she got close to her.
But in reality, Bai Lu didn't want anything to happen to Shen Wanjun at all right now.
She gently placed the malted milk powder she had brought on Shen Wanjun's bedside table.
Shen Wanjun lay on the hospital bed, her face ashen, her forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.
Bai Lu hesitated for a moment, then picked up a clean towel from the side and, with slightly clumsy but careful movements, wiped away the sweat from her face.
She leaned down, her voice extremely low, almost a whisper: "You have to live."
“If you die, the baby in your belly will definitely not survive either... I don’t want that to happen.”
Her tone was complex, carrying an indescribable urgency.
Shen Wanjun's eyelid twitched almost imperceptibly.
Bai Lu keenly noticed this subtle reaction and thought that she had heard what she said.
His voice rose a few decibels, carrying an almost commanding tone.
“If you and your child die, Battalion Commander Song will never forget you for the rest of his life! He will live with guilt forever!”
She knew very well that his wife and children had an accident while he was visiting his hometown, and no responsible man could forgive himself for that.
Moreover, Song Zhan is a man of deep affection and loyalty; he has always been deeply in love with Shen Wanjun.
If something truly unfortunate happens, I fear his remaining life will be filled with pain and longing, and his heart will no longer be able to hold anyone else.
If that's the case, what chance does Bai Lu have left?
"Comrade Shen Wanjun, I order you to live well, do you hear me?"
Bai Lu's tone carried a strange firmness.
Shen Wanjun's eyelashes trembled slightly again.
Bai Lu was overjoyed and quickly asked, "You heard me, didn't you? You can definitely pull through, right?"
If Shen Wanjun were awake at this moment and knew the reason why Bai Lu "didn't want her to die," she would probably be unable to help but laugh bitterly.
Then, weakly cursing, "That white moonlight is really something, always haunting me like this."
Yet, it makes it impossible for people to grasp the real problem.
Chun Chun is like a fly that you can't get rid of; she's annoying and persistent to the point of being unbearable.
Shen Wanjun woke up from her coma, saw the malted milk powder on the cabinet, and then looked at the person in front of her.
She struggled to sit up, but Xu Dong quickly said, "Sister-in-law, you should rest."
Shen Wanjun took a deep breath and asked, "Are you here to urge me to move?"
Song Zhan was transferred to a different position, and he also lost his house.
Knowing that Song Zhan hadn't returned yet, she had no choice but to humble herself and beg for help.
"Could you give us a few more days? We'll definitely move out in a few more days."
"My husband..."
Xu Dong: "I know, Battalion Commander Song went back to his hometown."
"no."
Xu Dong asked, "Didn't Battalion Commander Song go back to his hometown? Where did he go?"
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