Chapter 36 Writing Love Letters
Shen Wanjun rushed in, stood protectively in front of Song Zhan, and hurriedly asked, "Is your leg alright?"
She didn't care what he was arguing about; she only cared about whether his leg was alright.
Just a second ago, Song Zhan was cursing, but upon seeing Shen Wanjun, he immediately smiled and said, "My leg is fine, just a small burn, it's nothing serious."
Shen Wanjun squatted down to take a look. There was a large red patch on his leg, and blisters were clearly visible.
Each one is plump and full of yellow liquid.
Shen Wanjun turned to Huang Ya and asked, "Dr. Huang, aren't you going to bandage him and prescribe some medicine?"
Her voice was urgent, and even a little reproachful.
Song Zhan explained, "It was my fault for not having him bandage it. Wanjun, I can feel the pain in my leg."
He was very excited, holding Shen Wanjun's hand tightly, as if a drowning person had grasped a lifeline.
Shen Wanjun's fair hands turned red from his grip, and her eyes reddened.
What is pain that is perfectly normal for ordinary people is a kind of happiness that he longs for.
She understood his feelings; he didn't want to be bandaged up, didn't want his wounds to heal, and didn't want to lose this happiness.
Shen Wanjun thought for a moment and said to Huang Ya, "Dr. Huang, given Song Zhan's current condition, is it possible for him to go to the provincial capital for treatment?"
If you are injured on duty, you should generally receive treatment at the nearest medical facility, and you are not allowed to go to other places on your own.
However, Song Zhan is a battalion commander, which is a relatively high rank, so he should be able to be transferred to a higher-level military hospital after approval.
Huang Ya was somewhat embarrassed. He took out a cigarette and was about to light it when he saw Shen Wanjun and Dang Xianghong staring at him.
He handed the cigarette to Old Li: "Brother Li, have one."
Old Li retreated as if he had seen a ghost, saying, "I don't want to, I've given it up."
My wife won't let me sleep with her because I smoked.
He would never admit that he was afraid of his wife; he would only say that he had quit, and that she shouldn't give him any cigarettes or anything like that.
Putting away his cigarette, Huang Ya sighed and said, "I'll do my best. Once I've made the arrangements, I'll go with you."
To go to the provincial hospital, a referral certificate from the military health department is required, along with a dedicated escort.
Huang Ya naturally wanted to go along.
"Okay, thank you, Dr. Huang." Shen Wanjun said, "My husband has been in a bad mood lately, I'm sorry."
She called him a quack doctor one minute and then asked him for help the next; Shen Wanjun felt quite embarrassed.
Even the blockhead Song Zhan spoke up: "Sorry."
Huang Ya waved his hand: "I don't argue with patients."
If he were that petty, he would have been driven to his death by anger long ago.
For someone like Song Zhan to use such refined language to hurl insults, he's already being quite polite.
There were also those who physically assaulted people, and even those who went berserk and vandalized property.
He could understand these things. After all, it would be unbearable for anyone to suddenly collapse and become useless due to their once proud and strong physique.
A healthy body is essential here; it's like having a means of livelihood.
"Dr. Huang, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Here, take these buns and have them."
Shen Wanjun, using the example of "borrowing flowers to present to Buddha," gave Huang Ya the steamed buns that Dang Xianghong had given her.
Huang Ya didn't refuse, took a big bite, and happily exclaimed, "Wow, it's meat filling!"
Back home, Shen Wanjun thanked Dang Xianghong and Lao Li profusely. The couple waved goodbye, yawned, and went home to sleep.
Sitting in his wheelchair, Song Zhan watched Shen Wanjun busily cleaning and felt very guilty.
"You don't need to do it anymore. I'll have Xiao Zhang do it tomorrow."
Shen Wanjun smiled and shook her head, "No need."
Poor Xiao Zhang, he's just a beast of burden.
"Oh, by the way, Xiao Zhang brought over a wheelchair today." Song Zhan pointed to the big machine in the living room.
After cleaning the house and boiling water, Shen Wanjun carefully examined the large object.
"Honey, take a seat, this one is bigger and has more functions."
The wheelchair given by Dang Xianghong is rather low, and sitting in it for a long time will cause back discomfort.
The one Zhang Kuan sent was taller and wider, and it even had a reclining function.
It can be used to sit or lie down; it's simply perfect.
Shen Wanjun gulped down half a pot of water. "Come on, let me carry you up."
Song Zhan quickly refused: "No need, Old Li can carry me tomorrow, you're pregnant."
"Your wife isn't that delicate."
Without saying a word, Shen Wanjun started to take action.
When Song Zhan was picked up, both of them were stunned.
Song Zhan: She's practically Popeye the Sailor Man.
Shen Wanjun: You're dumbfounded now, aren't you? My delicate appearance is just an illusion; I'm full of strength!
With the help of the spiritual spring water, Shen Wanjun gently placed Song Zhan into his wheelchair.
Song Zhan tried out the reclining function and found it very good; his lower back felt very comfortable.
"This is for you."
Shen Wanjun took out a large chamber pot from today, saying, "These pens, notebooks, and books are also for you."
"I told you last time that I would teach you to write."
Pulling Song Zhan down to sit, Shen Wanjun flipped through her worn-out textbook, glanced at it, and tossed it aside.
"I'll tell you what to write." There's not much to learn from the textbook.
"Okay." Song Zhan nodded obediently.
"Wife, you are a good comrade. It is the greatest honor of my life to be your husband."
"I hope that in the days to come, we can work together, weather the storms together, care for each other, love each other, encourage each other, and make progress together!"
Song Zhan felt that these words sounded strange, and he stammered, "I... I'll learn something simple first."
"That's simple," Shen Wanjun said with a light smile. "It's a love letter; you haven't received one before, have you?"
Song Zhan looked bewildered, then suddenly exclaimed, "This is a love letter!"
He thought this was just mutual encouragement among revolutionary comrades.
Shen Wanjun rested her chin on her hand and saw him push a box in front of her.
"What is this? Is it a letter from your hometown?"
"No, this is..." Song Zhan felt a little guilty for no reason, "You'll know when you see it."
Shen Wanjun opened the letter; the letter was fragrant and the handwriting was elegant. Oh, it was a love letter.
This kid actually collected so much.
Shen Wanjun looked serious as she opened one letter after another.
Song Zhan nervously rubbed his hands, his heart heavy, even more nervous than when he was reprimanded by the regimental commander.
Oh no, is she angry?
Should he not have shown it to her?
If I had known, I would have burned all of this.
A moment later, Shen Wanjun finally finished reading the letter.
Song Zhan has received no shortage of love letters since elementary school.
Even now, there are more than a dozen girls who have signed their names, and a large number of others who haven't.
She slammed the letter down on the table and asked, "Is that all? Is there anything else?"
Song Zhan shook his head: "That's all, that's all."
"You're really good with women, kid," Shen Wanjun said sarcastically.
Song Zhan quickly explained, "I... I thought it was friendly encouragement between comrades."
Shen Wanjun was so angry she almost laughed. This blockhead was incredibly oblivious when it came to matters of love and sex.
It's such a waste of those girls' infatuation.
"I'll forgive you this time, but this won't happen again."
Just as Song Zhangang breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Shen Wanjun say again, "Forgiveness is one thing, but punishment is still necessary. The punishment is that you write me a love letter every day."
Song Zhan was at a loss. "How long...how long will it take to write?"
"Write until I'm satisfied, every day, and every day must be different."
You love receiving love letters, huh? Well then, I'll make you write until your hands cramp up.
Although Shen Wanjun said it wouldn't happen again, she was actually a little jealous.
She pulled one out of a pile of love letters and said, "Who is Bai Lu? She said she'll come to visit you in a couple of days."
Of course she knew who Bai Lu was—a rural teacher temporarily hired by the military academy, and Song Zhan's ideal woman in the book.
Shen Wanjun was jealous but said nothing, her tone sour as she waited for Song Zhan's reply.
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