For ordinary people, if they are seriously injured or seriously ill, the hospital will not perform surgery unless their family members sign and pay the fees.
But when Chen Shanhe was injured, no one even came to notify her family.
Her husband was injured, and as a wife, she actually saw the news of his injury in the newspaper.
This is something that Jiang Shiyue finds particularly difficult to accept.
Unfortunately, she had no choice.
I can only grit my teeth and endure this frustration myself.
**
After returning to Huacheng and completing the hospitalization procedures for Chen Shanhe, it was time for dinner.
Li Xiao was very considerate and took the initiative to carry Yangyang to buy food.
Although this time it was not a single room, it happened that the other patients in the ward had gone for examinations or meals, leaving only Jiang Shiyue and his wife.
Chen Shanhe used his uninjured hand to pull Jiang Shiyue into his arms, "Are you still angry with me?"
Jiang Shiyue shook his head.
She wasn't angry, she was just unhappy.
But I don't know who to vent my unhappiness on.
Commonly known as frustration.
She couldn't complain, otherwise someone would say that she was small-minded, narrow-minded, had no sense of justice, was not patriotic enough, and was not worthy of being a military wife.
Chen Shanhe kissed Jiang Shiyue on the forehead and said, "I'm sorry."
It's just sorry.
He can't promise or change.
Jiang Shiyue smiled generously, "It's okay. I didn't have any experience the first time, but I'll be mentally prepared in the future."
Chen Shanhe raised his eyebrows, "What kind of mental preparation do you want?"
"Remarry! If anything happens to you again, I'll take my son and remarry, and change his last name."
Chen Shanhe tightened his grip on Jiang Shiyue's waist, "You dare!"
"Do you want to try it?"
Chen Shanhe gritted his teeth for a while, but finally just sighed softly, put his arm around Jiang Shiyue's waist, pressed close to her, and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Yueyue, I'm sorry. I know you don't want to hear me say sorry. But I am worthy of my country and the people in my profession, but I am sorry for my relatives.
I feel sorry for my parents, for you and Yangyang, especially you. If… I mean if, I sacrificed myself, no matter how sad my parents are, they still have my elder brother and sister. Yangyang has you. Only you…"
Chen Shanhe couldn't continue speaking.
Jiang Shiyue's eyes turned red when she heard this, and she bit her lip without saying a word.
In her previous life, she was born in a peaceful era, where the country was prosperous and the people were safe. War and death were things far away from her.
In fact, even though it is a peaceful time now, war and death are still far away from ordinary people.
It was only after becoming a military wife that I realized how close the word "sacrifice" was to me.
"I can't promise you what will happen next time or in the future, but I promise you that if possible, I will come back alive to see you!" Chen Shanhe pecked Jiang Shiyue on the forehead.
***
Everything has two sides, with advantages and disadvantages.
Jiang Shiyue felt a little distressed when Chen Shanhe was injured, but it was also a blessing in disguise as the two of them didn't have to be apart for the time being.
When Jiang Shiyue had no classes, she would go to the hospital and only occasionally go to Dongsheng.
She was just a consultant and she had already done what she was supposed to do when opening the business.
Just waiting for Dongsheng to produce sales.
They say a short absence makes the heart grow fonder.
In addition, Chen Shanhe's accidental injury brought out Jiang Shiyue's gentleness to the greatest extent.
The feelings between the two people are getting stronger day by day.
My only regret is that I don’t have enough time to be alone.
The hospital in 1978 was different from the hospital decades later.
Decades later, most hospitals have small rooms, with only three or four beds in each room in the general ward.
Wards like the intensive care unit and VIP wards are all single rooms, with only one bed in each ward.
However, the wards are different now.
The ordinary ward is a bit like an old-fashioned classroom, a large square room with more than ten to twenty beds arranged in order.
The treatment in the cadre ward is slightly better, but there are also five beds, just not fully occupied.
There were originally four people staying in Chen Shanhe's ward, but two of them were discharged in the past two days, leaving only him and another officer with a knee injury.
That day, Jiang Shiyue hurried to the hospital after class and found that Chen Shanhe's bedside table was piled with canned fruits, malted milk and other gifts that visitors often bring.
Chen Shanhe lay quietly on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking. He didn't even notice Jiang Shiyue and her son coming in.
Li Xiao did not follow in, firstly because she did not want to disturb the family of three, and secondly because she wanted to visit her brother Li Dagang on the way.
Li Dagang was also in this hospital. He was injured in the thigh and was staying in the surgical ward.
Li Dagang could have been discharged from the hospital, but after Chen Shanhe was admitted, he stayed for two more days, one to recuperate and the other to take care of Chen Shanhe.
The two wards were not far from each other.
Jiang Shiyue pointed at the large bouquet of flowers on Chen Shanhe's bedside and asked him, "What's going on? Didn't you say you were unfamiliar with the place in Flower City? How did you manage to get people to send you flowers and food so quickly?"
When Chen Shanhe heard Jiang Shiyue's voice, his gaze shifted to her, and a touch of tenderness unconsciously appeared in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
He used his uninjured arm to pull Jiang Shiyue to sit beside him, rubbed his head against her waist, and sighed exaggeratedly, "Wife, you should be grateful for what you have received. These things sent to you are all poisonous."
Jiang Shiyue: “…”
Of course, she would not simply think that the flowers or food were poisoned. It was obvious that Chen Shanhe had other intentions.
She turned her head to look at Yangyang, who was sitting on the bed next to her reading a book, then raised her hand and touched Chen Shanhe's head.
His hair was very short, and Jiang Shiyue ran her slender fingers through the hair on top of his head, with the ends of the hair just passing through her fingers.
Chen Shanhe has very good hair quality, which is shiny black. Perhaps because of its short length, the hair is very hard.
It reminded her of him pricking her stubble when he kissed her in the morning.
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