If Song Mingcheng had not been demoted, he would have become the commander-in-chief of the Southern Xinjiang War and would have rushed to the front line to command the battle.
Li Yuetang was very grateful for this.
"Rather than your father going to the front lines in southern Xinjiang, I'd rather my whole family be reformed in a cadre school. At least, we don't have to worry about shells landing near him. At least, he won't lose his life."
As a military dependent, Li Yuetang has not had a good night's sleep in these years.
Whenever her husband was away fighting, she could not sleep or eat well at home, fearing that she would hear bad news.
There was even one time when Song Mingcheng was fighting on the front line and comrades from the logistics support department suddenly came to visit her. Her first reaction was: It's over, my husband is dead!
Fortunately, it was just a false alarm.
Later, when Song Mingcheng returned triumphantly, Li Yuetang was furious and refused to open the door for her husband. She forced him to sleep in the office for three days, and for a while he became the laughing stock of the entire military compound.
It can be seen how nervous and worried Li Yuetang was about Song Mingcheng going to the front line.
"Your mother just finished surgery, and Junjun is also in a coma. It's really a bit..."
Song Mingcheng looked apologetic and helpless. He looked at his son and said, "But I'm a soldier, and a soldier's duty is to obey orders. So, Zhan Jin, I can only leave the burden of the family to you."
Song Zhanjin nodded silently.
"I know. When do we leave?"
"tonight!"
Song Mingcheng told the departure time, and he couldn't help but look towards the ward, with a sense of guilt flashing in his eyes.
"Stay here with my mom for a while, I'll go back and help you pack your things!"
Song Zhanjin smiled, turned and left.
In the evening, a jeep stopped in front of the town clinic. Two comrades in military uniforms got out of the car fully armed and walked into the clinic under the gaze of the people.
"Hello, Chief!"
In the corridor, they saw Song Mingcheng carrying a handbag.
The two soldiers stood up straight and saluted, their eyes full of respect and awe.
Song Mingcheng nodded slightly.
He turned around to look at his son standing behind him and patted him gently on the shoulder.
"Zhan Jin, take good care of your mother and Jun Jun, I'm leaving!"
Although he had thousands of words to say in his heart, when the time of parting came, Song Mingcheng couldn't say a word.
On this trip, he set out with the belief that he would live and die with the position.
He was mentally prepared to sacrifice himself and was ready to be buried on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang.
Song Mingcheng had long since dedicated his life to the country and the army. The only person he couldn't let go of was probably his wife Li Yuetang.
"Your mother...if she asks about me, just tell her I'm back at the cadre school to take charge of some work."
Song Zhanjin said, "My mother is such a smart person, how could she possibly hide this?"
These words made Song Mingcheng sad.
"Yes, your mother is a very wise person who appears foolish. How can I fool her with such a lie?"
Checking the watch on his wrist, Song Mingcheng said, "Then when your mother wakes up, tell her the truth, Zhan Jin, Dad is really leaving."
He took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Song Zhanjin.
"This is my hidden money. Keep it for yourself. Hiding secret money is a kind of fun for a couple to live together. I like it when your mother searches me for secret money."
"It's not shameful for a man to be controlled by a woman. Junjun is a good girl. If she can wake up, you must live a good life with her."
Song Zhanjin hissed, "Even if she doesn't wake up, I will always stay with her!"
"Good! As expected of dad's son!"
Patting his son's shoulder, Song Mingcheng finally walked to the door of the ward and looked at his wife who was still in a coma.
He took a deep breath, turned and left with firm steps.
Song Zhanjin stood by the window, watching the jeep carrying his father leave, his heart feeling a little confused and empty.
It is undeniable that his father is his strongest support.
As long as his father is by his side, no matter how big the problem is, he is not afraid and he feels he can get through it.
But now...
His father went to the front line, his mother was seriously ill and had not recovered, and his son Junjun was in a coma.
The Song family was in turmoil overnight, and Song Zhanjin was forced to become the pillar of the family.
Back in the ward, Song Zhanjin looked at Lin Wanjun who was still unconscious. He held her hand and buried his face in her palms.
"Junjun, I wish you could wake up. I'm so scared now."
He was choking, like a fragile child.
Drops of hot tears fell on Lin Wanjun's palm, burning hot, and slowly seeped through her fingers.
Song Zhanjin was looking forward to a miracle happening.
He imagined that Lin Wanjun suddenly opened her eyes and laughed out loud like she used to.
"Fool, I pretended to be unconscious to scare you, hehe, did you fall for it?"
If that were the case, he would definitely hug her tightly, accuse her of being "bad" in a wronged manner, and then press her under him to "punish" her.
But no.
She didn't open her eyes or even move, she just lay there quietly with a calm and peaceful expression.
When they heard that Lin Wanjun had suddenly fallen ill and was in a coma, members of the Hanyang Commune rushed to visit her carrying eggs, even filling the corridor of the health center.
Du Jianwu is maintaining order.
He was afraid that the members would disturb Lin Wanjun, so he stipulated that only one person from each family could visit, and the visiting time should not exceed two minutes.
So wave after wave of people came into the ward and placed the eggs they had saved up for a whole winter and were reluctant to eat next to Lin Wanjun's bed.
"I had a difficult labor, and she braved the snow and wind to deliver me in the middle of the night. The baby was dead when he was born, but she didn't mind the mess and breathed from mouth to mouth, saving both of us!"
"My father suffered from illness for many years and wanted to commit suicide several times because he couldn't bear it anymore. When Dr. Lin came, she cured my father. She is the benefactor of our whole family!"
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Before, when Lin Wanjun was full of energy, people didn't think much of it. But now, when Lin Wanjun is unconscious, everyone looks back and realizes how many people Lin Wanjun has saved.
Song Zhanjin stood in front of the hospital bed, looking at Lin Wanjun being loved and respected by so many villagers, he felt both proud and sad.
If Lin Wanjun was conscious, she would definitely be very happy and would definitely show off to him proudly with her hands on her hips.
"How's it going? Am I awesome?"
Yes, my little girl, you are the most powerful person in the world. Can you please wake up soon?
Du Jianhuai had a gloomy expression on his face since he entered the door.
He looked at Lin Wanjun who was unconscious on the hospital bed and quietly clenched his fists.
Turning around and walking in front of Song Zhanjin, Du Jianhuai swung his fist without hesitation, punching the other person in the face with anger.
Song Zhanjin threw a backhand punch, knocking Du Jianhuai to the ground.
Du Jianhuai fell heavily to the ground, gasping in pain.
"Are you also going to say that I was the one who harmed Junjun?"
Du Jianhuai demanded in a hoarse voice, "Isn't it? Don't you know how you hurt her?"
Looking down at Du Jianhuai, Song Zhanjin was smiling, but looked particularly desolate.
"So what? So what if she hates me? If she can wake up, I can give her my life!"
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