Chapter 141 Exorcising Evil with Saliva
Several heads crowded around, but no one broke the silence; the atmosphere was as heavy as waiting for the college entrance exam results to be released.
Shen Wanjun said softly, "Husband, don't be nervous. No matter what the outcome, I will always be with you."
Song Zhan held her hand, his eyes a little wet, like a husky that was deeply moved.
Song Juan quickly chimed in, "Brother, the result isn't really important."
Huang Ya followed suit: "Yeah, anyway, you can run and jump, just like a normal person."
It's just a piece of paper; it doesn't prove anything.
The three of them took turns comforting him, and Song Zhan felt a warm glow in his heart.
He felt his wife was an angel, his younger sister had finally grown up, and even Huang Ya had become quite handsome.
But he held the report in his hand even tighter than his college entrance exam admission ticket, and didn't open it for a long time.
Shen Kun couldn't stand it any longer and stepped forward.
With a "rip," the report was immediately "opened."
His gaze was like a scanner; he read it in three seconds and tossed it away casually.
"It's all over, time to call it a day and go home. The smell of disinfectant in this hospital is giving me a headache."
Song Zhan stood there, stunned. "You..."
He originally planned to wait until he was mentally prepared before finding a secluded place to slowly disassemble it.
If things don't go well, he'll process his emotions on his own first.
The result was good, and he will find another opportunity to share this good news with everyone.
Shen Kun, however, did not give him any time or opportunity to prepare himself mentally.
Shen Kun waved his hand casually: "You're welcome."
Then he narrowed his eyes and smiled kindly: "If you really want to thank me, you can buy me a drink."
Shen Wanjun glared at her and said, "What are you drinking? If you drink again, I'll call your aunt right now!"
Shen Kun curled his lip: "Boring, can't you even take a joke?"
He turned and strode out, saying, "Are you guys leaving or not? Do you expect to have lunch at the hospital?"
Song Zhan carefully handed the report to Huang Ya: "Dr. Huang, could you... take another look at it for me?"
Huang Ya took it and examined it carefully for a while: "It's alright. The hospital recommends that you come for regular check-ups to prevent recurrence..."
"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!" Song Juan immediately performed a ritual of spitting to ward off evil spirits. "Can't you say something auspicious instead?!"
Huang Ya obediently changed her tune: "Pah, pah, pah, just come for the checkup."
Saying it's a relapse is really bad luck.
Shen Wanjun took a deep breath and finally swallowed the anxiety that had been hanging over her for three months.
—Song Zhan drank the spiritual spring water for more than three months, and also exercised regularly.
Finally, hard work pays off. He transformed from a disabled person who was declared by doctors to never be able to stand up again into a normal person who can run and jump.
She recalled how she had come to join the army while heavily pregnant, and how she had initially thought she would be divorced and raised her child alone, just like Song Zhan.
Their relationship gradually improved, and now they are inseparable, spending all their time together.
After hardship comes happiness; only she knows the difficulties and hardships she endured.
Song Zhan pulled her into his arms, his voice gentle: "Wife, you've worked so hard."
His wife has been taking care of him for the past three months, and from now on he will take care of her and the baby in her belly.
Song Juan rolled her eyes as she sat opposite him: "Brother, I'm still here."
She's not air.
Song Zhan didn't even turn his head: "Then turn around and don't look at what you shouldn't see."
Song Juan: ...
I really want to hit someone, but I don't dare, so I just write it down in my little notebook.
As soon as Shen Kun returned to Xiangyang Brigade, he was greeted by a joint commendation meeting from the Public Security Bureau and the commune, a grand affair resembling the Chinese New Year.
Zhong Chuchu squeezed into the crowd, her gaze fixed on Shen Kun. — She seemed to see a VIP ticket to "escape the Jiang family".
She was certain that Shen Kun was the one who could pull her out of the mire.
The Jiang father and son were whispering amongst themselves inside the house, and the mother-in-law was also summoned. The door was closed tighter than a safe.
Zhong Chuchu stood in the courtyard and suddenly realized: she had always been an outsider in this family.
Jiang Weiguo doesn't treat her like a human being. He beats and scolds her all the time, and now the whole family is wary of her.
Zhong Chuchu never wanted to live in this home, never wanted to stay in this kind of life again.
Now, she has clear goals and a well-defined mind:
The most important thing right now is to divorce Jiang Weiguo as soon as possible!
How to get a divorce? I haven't figured it out yet, but there's always a way.
The marriage was already dead in name only, and she didn't want to put on an act for another minute.
On the day they returned to the compound, Shen Wanjun and Song Juan packed their things together—they were moving.
Song Juan asked, puzzled, "Sister-in-law, my brother was transferred to another post because of his leg problem. Now that he's better, do we still have to move?"
Shen Wanjun sighed; she didn't want to move either.
But Political Commissar Hao and Regiment Commander Liang just gave a subtle reminder—today is the last day.
Xu Dong had everything packed up, and as soon as they moved out, he moved in with his mother.
"The job transfer is a done deal, there's nothing we can do about it."
Shen Wanjun smiled wryly and said, "If you have to blame someone, blame it on the fact that your brother went to the county hospital a little late."
If I had gone earlier, this wouldn't have happened.
Song Juan said, "Sister-in-law, you go and rest. I'll take care of these things."
I had only tidied up halfway when the loudspeaker suddenly announced that we were to attend a meeting in the auditorium.
Huang Ya and Song Zhan were called away, and no one knew what they were going to do.
Song Juan and Shen Wanjun found a seat together.
The red curtain was drawn back, and Song Zhan and Huang Ya were sitting upright in the center.
The eye-catching characters and the grand scale made Shen Wanjun realize that today's commendation meeting belonged to Song Zhan and Huang Ya.
Liang Yi spoke eloquently into the microphone, recounting how Song Zhan and Huang Ya single-handedly went to the meeting to rescue the abducted women and children.
"Now let's hand the microphone over to the two parties involved."
Song Zhan repeatedly expressed his gratitude to Liang Yi, Old Li, and the police officers for their timely support.
Huang Ya is a very outgoing person with great performing talent.
The moment I got the microphone, I started talking non-stop.
Once he started talking, he couldn't stop, describing everything vividly and even including some of the little details in the process.
"Gunfire erupted, and Battalion Commander Song shoved me down, my head hitting the ground hard, and it's still ringing to this day."
"Old Dao, you idiot, you don't even dare to throw a grenade."
"Shen Kun is too awesome, like a god of war."
"When I saw Commander Liang, Old Li, and the police officers that day, I was more excited than when I saw my own parents..."
During the one-hour commendation meeting, Huang Ya spoke for more than 50 minutes by himself.
The division commander patted Liang Yi on the shoulder and said, "You did a good job. Song Zhan is also a good comrade."
The division commander personally presented Song Zhan and Huang Ya with certificates of honor and prizes.
The prizes were rice, flour, and oil, which are nothing special in China, but in this era, they were the stuff that people envied and resented.
There are 10 jin of rice and 10 jin of flour, and a full 5 liters of oil.
After the meeting, Song Juan continued packing her things, while Huang Ya and Song Zhan were preparing to move the sofa.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
When Song Zhan opened the door, he saw Political Commissar Hao and Liang Yi, with Liang Yi standing behind them.
He said, "We're packing our things and we'll move soon."
Song Juan ran into the house, took out Song Zhan's medical report, and handed it to Hao Mei.
"Political Commissar Hao, take a look at this. My brother's leg is completely healed. Can we not transfer him to another post?"
Can they continue to live here?
Although her sister-in-law said the die was cast, she still wanted to try.
What if?
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