Let's settle this with Chapter 21, "Remarriage"?
"He...sigh, sister-in-law, come with me."
Zhang Kuan sighed, and Shen Wanjun had a bad feeling.
The two remained silent the whole way, and Zhang Kuan didn't know how to explain it to the battalion commander.
Your wife is here, and she looks terrible. You need to be prepared.
Judging from Zhang Kuan's furrowed brows, Shen Wanjun guessed that Song Zhan had either sacrificed himself or committed some serious crime and was locked up in a dark room.
Upon closer reflection, Song Zhan is the male lead; how could he possibly sacrifice himself?
That must mean they committed a crime, but that wasn't mentioned in the original book.
It seems that some plot points changed after Zhong Chuchu was reborn and transmigrated into the book.
However, as the saying goes, "When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it," and Shen Wanjun was confident that she could handle it.
Shen Wanjun followed Zhang Kuan to the military hospital, and her brow twitched.
The plot has changed, so does that mean Song Zhan might also die?
This thought spread through her mind, and endless sadness welled up in Shen Wanjun's heart.
No, my handsome husband, I've traveled thousands of miles and given up everything to come find you, you can't just die so soon.
"Battalion Commander." Zhang Kuan knocked on the door.
"Come in," came a male voice with a heavy Northwestern accent from inside.
Song Zhan didn't die, that's great!
Zhang Kuan led Shen Wanjun into the ward, "Battalion Commander, your wife is here."
He ran off as soon as he finished speaking, afraid that if he stayed even a second longer, Song Zhan would question him.
Shen Wanjun looked around the ward. The room was small and contained six single beds.
There was no one on the other beds at the moment, but there were a lot of clothes on them, so they must have gone home for the night.
Only Song Zhan is suffering here all alone.
Song Zhan sat up and looked Shen Wanjun up and down.
The makeshift bed beneath him, made of iron frames and wooden planks, creaked as he got up.
Song Zhan's face was deathly pale, covered only by a military green quilt.
His once strong and robust body now looked so fragile and pitiful.
What are you doing here?
Song Zhan's voice sent a chill down Shen Wanjun's spine.
She put down her luggage, sat down in front of the coal stove, and warmed her hands.
Her fair fingers were frozen red, and when she removed the veil covering her face, a pale face was revealed.
"Did you receive my telegram?" Shen Wanjun asked.
She sniffed; the room smelled strongly of gas.
If she hadn't seen the metal flue pipe of the coal stove extending outside, she would have suspected she had carbon monoxide poisoning.
Song Zhan remained silent and did not utter a sound.
Shen Wanjun pouted. As expected of the male lead who keeps his mouth shut, what a blockhead.
However, he is really good-looking, with the image of a man from Northwest China with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
He exudes righteousness; even when sitting, his body is ramrod straight.
His deep eyes added a touch of gentleness, softening his otherwise rugged features.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as you've received it. So, what are your thoughts now?"
"Remarry?"
The male lead is a quiet, reserved person, but Shen Wanjun is not.
She not only wanted to speak, but also wanted to get to the bottom of things and make sure everything was clear.
“Fu…” Song Zhan’s mouth moved, his voice a little hoarse.
"Yes, that's great." Shen Wanjun smiled brightly, standing in the dim light, she was exceptionally radiant.
Song Zhan cleared his throat. "Reproduce what?"
"You're the one who wanted a divorce." His eyes were icy. "Marriage isn't a game."
When asked about the reasons for their divorce, Shen Wanjun seemed a little guilty.
Indeed, it was the original owner who was desperate to get a divorce; she caused quite a bit of trouble in order to get a divorce as soon as possible.
Under Zhong Chuchu's instigation, the original owner of this body seemed to have gone mad.
He could spout all sorts of harsh words without hesitation, saying things like Song Zhan was just a peasant and living with him was worse than death.
I married him only to fulfill my mother's last wish.
He even made unrestrained insults towards Song Zhan's elderly mother and his ancestors for eighteen generations.
Finally, Song Zhan, overwhelmed with pain, could only grit his teeth and agree: "Fine, divorce, as you wish."
Seeing that Shen Wanjun remained silent, Song Zhan's gaze turned even colder.
"Are you here to laugh at me?"
Now that you've seen it, can you leave?
"Why would I laugh at you? We are husband and wife, and I understand the principle that a wife's honor is tied to her husband's honor."
Shen Wanjun took out the military dependents' notification form and asked in a low voice, "Is this still valid?"
The original owner was eager to divorce Song Zhan for another major reason: she was unwilling to go with him to the military.
Song Zhan felt that the two had a bad relationship, mainly because they were separated for a long time, so he suggested that she come and join the army.
It was at this moment that Zhong Chuchu jumped out to cause trouble, saying that the Northwest was a place where people ate each other, and if you went there, you could forget about coming back alive.
Song Zhan closed his eyes briefly. "Stop messing around."
Shen Wanjun stood up somewhat excitedly, "I'm not joking, I'm serious."
"I took a train and then a truck, which took several days. You think I'm making a fuss?"
That man is infuriating.
With a long face, Shen Wanjun poured out all her grievances from the journey.
"There was a special agent on the train. He held a knife to my back, and I was terrified."
"I helped deliver my older sister's baby. There was so much blood. I've never seen so much blood in my life."
"That big truck made me so bumpy I almost threw up my guts."
Song Zhan looked completely bewildered, but he perked up his ears to listen carefully.
"Then...you can go back tomorrow." It's really not easy to come all the way from Shanghai.
"What do you mean? You were planning to send me back tonight?"
Shen Wanjun refused to accept this, her peach blossom eyes glistening with tears.
She suffered so much, and he didn't feel any pity at all.
I'm so angry, I just want to run away.
But she had no way out.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Song Zhan, who do you think you are? You think I'll just leave because you tell me to?"
Why should I, this young lady, listen to you?
"You have the guts to kick me out, but not the guts to remarry me?"
When Shen Wanjun is being unreasonable, she really is unreasonable.
"Whatever you like."
Song Zhan's voice was as cold as an iceberg.
He lifted the blanket, revealing a pair of legs wrapped in layers of gauze.
There were still traces of blood on it. He smiled bitterly and said, "I really don't have the ability to get rid of you. I'm just a useless person now."
The man's gaunt face carried a faint sense of death.
His bright black eyes were veiled in a layer of gray, making it impossible to discern his emotions.
"What...what happened to your leg?"
"It's ruined." Song Zhan said it lightly, but the weight in his heart made it hard for him to breathe.
"It's ruined?!" Shen Wanjun exclaimed in shock.
She had always thought he just had a cold or something.
Shen Wanjun came in and immediately started talking about remarriage, without even having time to check on Song Zhan.
What did the doctor say?
"His nerves are damaged; he probably won't be able to stand up again."
Shen Wanjun was stunned. Given Song Zhan's status, being unable to stand up meant that his career was over.
"Moreover..." Song Zhan hesitated, not wanting to reopen some wounds.
But to make Shen Wanjun give up, he still managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth: "I'm afraid it will be difficult to have children in the future."
"So, you can go back now. I'll have Xiao Zhang take you."
After saying this, Song Zhan lay back down on the bed. Having said all that, no woman would stay.
With a disabled husband who cannot have children, Shen Wanjun still insists on remarrying him; she must be out of her mind.
Shen Wanjun took out a pile of newspapers from her small bag, and then pulled out a medical report from among the newspapers.
She tossed it to him, a hint of smugness in her eyes: "It's just a child, isn't it? I already have one."
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