Chapter 3: The feeling of fear of losing again
Liaoxu slowly woke up, seeing a pristine white ceiling and the smell of disinfectant filling her nose. This was the hospital.
Liao Xu looked around the ward. She was in an independent ward. The sunlight came in, but it was not dazzling and very warm.
I slowly raised my hand, letting the warm sunlight pass through my fingers. It was quiet all around, and I could hear the chirping of birds outside the window, a noisy yet soothing sound.
It’s been so long.
"Child, you're awake. Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to call a doctor for you?" Old Master Su came with an IV drip supported by a pole and stayed here to take care of him, with unstoppable worry in his eyes.
"I'm fine, I'm not feeling unwell."
"Comrade, the doctor said you were shot in the shoulder and had scrapes elsewhere. Because you didn't get timely treatment, the wound became inflamed and you developed a fever. Coupled with your physical exhaustion, your condition worsened, and that's why you fainted."
"Um."
"But you don't have to worry. The operation was successful. The bullet has been removed, and the wound has been stitched, disinfected, and treated. The doctor said that you will be fine if you wake up and take good care of yourself." Su Zhenhua, who was supporting Mr. Su, explained.
Before, you couldn't tell because they were covered in dust and dirt, but now after washing up, you can see that they are actually handsome.
Mr. Su is old, but with deep eyebrows and a strong nose, he must have been a "handsome man" when he was young. His eyes are very bright.
Su Zhenhua, in his forties, still held an imposing presence and possessed a unique charm for men his age. His inherited phoenix eyes were filled with determination. A closer look revealed that Liao Xu's eyes bore a striking resemblance to those of these two.
Liao Xu noticed that the uncle also had a bandage on his hand. Both of them were injured and were paying attention to their own conditions. He felt a little strange in his heart.
That feeling can only be felt when I am with my grandma.
It’s been 5 years, it’s been a long, long time.
Su Jianguo and Su Zhenhua had been guarding Liao Xu. When they landed that day, Liao Xu fainted, which made the two of them very worried.
Fortunately, a group of soldiers in camouflage uniforms responded in time. This color represents safety.
After arriving at the hospital, he followed the medical staff and watched Liao Xu enter the operating room. He was reluctant to leave and only gave up after being persuaded by many people.
Fortunately, they were only superficial injuries. After treating the wounds, the two rushed to the door of the operating room and were relieved only after Liao Xu's surgery was successfully completed and he was transferred to the general ward.
During this time, they kept asking the doctor what precautions he should take. The two military leaders were like studious students at this time, taking notes in their small notebooks.
Is it because of the life-saving grace? Yes, but it seems not entirely.
It was like meeting someone very close to you, wanting to take good care of this young person, a strong feeling of wanting to keep an eye on her, afraid of losing her again. That's what Old Master Su thought.
Then he asked, "Child, is there anything you want to eat? I'll ask this uncle to buy it for you." Old Master Su pointed at his wronged son next to him.
"No, I'm not hungry."
"Young comrade, you are weak, so please eat something." Su Zhenhua also advised.
"As for her, it's useless to persuade her, you have to use force." A voice sounded at the door, and the words showed familiarity with Liao Xu.
The man who came was an "uncle" about the same age as Su Zhenhua, with bronze skin and strong arms. He was obviously a martial artist. He was holding a takeout box in his hand.
"Who are you?" asked Mr. Su.
"Is he considered a guardian?" Lin Yufeng said playfully.
"Oh - you are the child's father?" asked Mr. Su. For some reason, he was very persistent about this answer.
Su Zhenhua listened to Mr. Su's question and couldn't help but think deeply. Then he looked at Liao Xu deeply.
"He is not." A cold voice sounded, answering the question on behalf of Lin Yufeng.
After getting the answer, Mr. Su didn't ask any more questions, but he felt at ease somewhere in his heart.
"Dad, it seems that the young comrade has something to do. Let's go back first."
"Oh, okay, then you should have a good rest, kid."
"Um."
After the father and son left the ward, Lin Yufeng sat down casually. He opened the lunch box and found a light meal of porridge and side dishes.
Liao Xu kept staring at him.
"Eat first." Lin Yufeng said.
Liao Xu ate a few bites reluctantly.
"I can't eat anymore." Then he continued to stare at Lin Yufeng.
Lin Yufeng then spoke: "Including Cheng Yu, there are five people alive. The mercenary group left a few alive, and the rest are dead. We have deciphered the location information of some of the missing people and have sent people to hand them over."
"When will I be discharged from the hospital?"
"Heal your wounds."
"I want to go back to headquarters."
"Isn't China good?"
Liao Xu did not answer and remained silent. Isn’t China good?
This was my grandmother's country, the place she protected, and the place I now protect. But my grandmother is gone, and so is the "knight."
In the past, I just imagined myself doing what my grandma used to do, as if she was still around.
What about now? It seemed as if China had unconsciously taken on a whole new meaning for him.
It is the repeated missions, the repeated battles side by side with comrades, the dependence on life and death, that give rise to a meaning that others cannot understand but must respect and admire - protection.
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