After a long pause, Ning Zhiyuan finally replied, "I respect the organization's decision."
Political Commissar Feng and Division Commander Qin then offered him a few more words of comfort before leaving one after the other.
It took Ning Zhiyuan nearly two hours to walk from the military hospital to the family compound.
Along the way, he had carefully recalled his experience with Sang Feiyu, from the time they met to the time they decided to get married.
If he felt like he was in a dream when he found out that the person he was supposed to meet was Sang Feiyu, then the cold and heavy premarital medical report in his hand, which advised against marriage, was like a brick that directly woke him up from his beautiful dream.
Hearing footsteps, Sang Feiyu went out and saw Ning Zhiyuan standing at the door.
"Zhiyuan, what are you doing standing outside?"
"I've made breakfast, come in and eat."
Ning Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open and coming in.
Sang Feiyu immediately noticed the marriage report in his hand and smiled, "The report is out?"
When are we going to get our marriage certificate?
Ning Zhiyuan was taken aback, then handed the medical examination report in his hand to Sang Feiyu.
"Feiyu, I have something to tell you."
As soon as Ning Zhiyuan finished speaking, Sang Feiyu saw the words under the red stamp on the file folder. Her expression froze, and after a moment of silence, she dared not speak: "I do not recommend marriage?"
how so?
She had injuries before, but after the space's treatment, she is much better now. She shouldn't fail the physical examination, right?
She subconsciously pulled out her medical report, read it carefully, and her breathing became heavy.
It turns out that the person who failed the physical examination was not her, but Ning Zhiyuan.
He has a heart condition, and doctors have assessed that he has at most a year to live, which is why they do not recommend that they get married.
Sang Feiyu's head was throbbing and in a mess; she didn't know how to deal with this.
"Xiaoyu, I'm sorry."
Ning Zhiyuan's voice pulled Sang Feiyu back to reality. She looked up at Ning Zhiyuan in astonishment and said without hesitation, "No need to apologize, this is not the result you wanted."
You don't need to apologize to anyone.
Ning Zhiyuan felt a strange, indescribable feeling, as if he had swallowed a snake's gall, both bitter and astringent.
He moved his lips, trying to regain his composure, "I will find a way to send you to Hong Kong, so that you will never be troubled by your identity issue again."
This is the best solution he can think of at the moment.
Sang Feiyu's face drained of all color, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her from head to toe, leaving her feeling icy cold all over, and even her fingertips trembled slightly.
"Ning Zhiyuan, is this what you wanted to say to me?"
Her tone carried a sense of helplessness mixed with a hint of anger.
Ning Zhiyuan looked at her in surprise, but after thinking about the consequences, he resigned himself to his fate and said calmly, "Yes."
Sang Feiyu felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave; her chest felt so heavy that she could hardly breathe.
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