Over the years, Zhao Yajun apologized to Yang Jingru countless times, but without exception, she rejected him mercilessly.
Yang Jingru told Zhao Yajun more than once that they could never be together in this life.
Missing is missing, hurt is hurt, and those scars and pain cannot be healed by a simple "I'm sorry".
As proud as Yang Jingru is, she never looks back.
At this moment, Yang Jingru is still very proud.
"Whether you live or die, it's none of my business. If you die on the battlefield, your pension will be left to your parents, fulfilling your filial duty."
"If you were alive..."
She paused, then sneered, "If you come back alive, get a promotion and a raise, and rise to prominence, you'll have a bright future. I'll congratulate you."
After saying that, Yang Jingru turned her head away from Zhao Yajun and just looked at Lin Wanjun with a helpless look.
"The old man guessed right. When I asked you to stay, he said no one could stop you."
So there is a reason why the old man likes Lin Wanjun.
Lin Wanjun gently hugged Yang Jingru and said, "I have already prepared for the worst, but I will definitely work towards the best."
The worst plan is death, the best direction is life.
Soon it was time to get on the bus.
Everyone lined up in two teams and began to enter the station and board the train. The soldiers traveling with them took the initiative to help them carry their luggage and gave the only carriage with seats on the entire military train to the medical team members.
"Huh? This is the only car with seats? What about you guys?"
There was a queue of over a thousand people standing on the platform. Where were they sitting?
The young soldier who was helping with the luggage smiled shyly and replied, "We'll take the sealed carriage."
Lin Wanjun looked in the direction the young soldier pointed and saw that behind the hard seat carriage were more than a dozen sealed carriages.
There were no seats or toilets in the sealed carriage, so everyone had to sit on the ground and spend three days and three nights in this dark and stuffy carriage.
She had seen it from afar when she was sending Song Zhanjin to the front line before, so she knew that Song Zhanjin was also riding in such a carriage to the front line.
She knew the conditions were difficult, but she didn't know they were this tough.
Thinking of this, Lin Wanjun's heart ached slightly.
I don’t know how Song Zhanjin is doing on the front line, and I don’t know when they will meet again.
Amid the rumbling sound of the train, Lin Wanjun rushed to the front line with mixed feelings.
The person sitting next to her was Hong Rong, the female nurse who had slept in the same dormitory with her last night and whom she had never spoken to.
Hong Rong still had a faint scent of milk on her body. She leaned against the window, looking outside silently, as if she was completely unaware of the noise in the carriage.
"Sister Hong Rong, have a few cookies."
Lin Wanjun took out a pack of biscuits from her bag and handed it to Hong Rong, saying softly, "Everyone is eating."
After calling out several times, Hong Rong finally came to his senses.
She smiled, took the biscuit handed to her by Lin Wanjun, took a few bites, and then put it down.
"Sister Hong Rong, your child is so young, how could he..."
Lin Wanjun hesitated to speak, obviously not understanding why Hong Rong would abandon her half-year-old child and rush to the front line.
To be honest, her absence from the team wouldn't have much of an impact.
"I'm going to pick up the child's father."
After a long moment, Hong Rong spoke in a hoarse voice, his voice breaking.
"He's a soldier, too."
Hearing this, Lin Wanjun's smile froze at the corner of her mouth.
"sorry."
After realizing what was going on, Lin Wanjun hurriedly apologized. She really didn't know that Hong Rong's husband was a soldier fighting on the front line.
Most of the soldiers who returned home at this critical juncture returned to their hometowns.
"He's not dead yet."
Hong Rong seemed to sense that Lin Wanjun had misunderstood. She smiled and said, "He's just seriously injured. His comrades said he's lost the will to live. So, I'm here to take care of him myself and take him home when he recovers."
Lin Wanjun didn't know how seriously injured Hong Rong's husband was.
But to make a soldier as tough as steel lose the desire to live, I think he must have been seriously injured.
"He said death is a relief, but the child cannot live without a father, so I chose the latter. I know it will be very painful for him to live, but even so, he must live."
Hong Rong munched on the biscuits mechanically and numbly, the sound being like a dream talk.
"Only when we are alive can we have hope. Only when we are alive can we look forward to it."
Yes, being alive means having everything.
The train traveled for three days and three nights, starting from the snow-covered north, crossing mountains and rivers along the way, going through tunnels and crossing bridges, all the way to the south where the mountains and fields are covered with green.
In the early morning of the fourth day, we finally arrived at the train station in southern Xinjiang.
It was dusk, and Lin Wanjun looked out at the platform through the glass. She saw figures interweaving on the platform in the dim light, all of them wearing military uniforms.
As usual, the luggage of the medical team members was carried off the train by the soldiers and placed directly onto the truck.
Yes, this is not the end, this is just the starting point where the danger begins.
It takes nearly six hours to get from the train station to the front-line field hospital, passing through dangerous sections of road covered by enemy fire.
Even though Lin Wanjun already knew the cruelty of war.
But after getting off the train and standing on the slightly cool platform, she couldn't stop her heart from pounding as she looked at the fully armed soldiers and the loaded tanks passing by.
"Doctor! Is there a doctor?"
Suddenly, urgent shouts were heard at the platform entrance.
Hearing this, the medical team members who had been traveling all the way and were exhausted did not even have time to rest. They threw down what they were holding and ran over quickly.
When Lin Wanjun arrived with the crowd, she saw several soldiers covered in blood lying on stretchers, and the soldiers carrying the stretchers were also covered in wounds.
"What happened? Aren't you here to escort your fellow villagers home? How did you get injured like this?"
A company officer grabbed one of the injured soldiers and asked sternly.
The soldier wiped the blood from his face and gritted his teeth as he said, "We encountered a small group of enemies on our way back and engaged in a firefight right there and then."
"How's the battle going?"
"Our squad alone killed over forty of the enemy!"
The soldiers were covered in blood, but when they mentioned that they had won the battle, there was still a gleam of pride and indomitable spirit in their eyes.
I would rather die in battle than lose!
If they lose, the people behind them will be dead!
"Hurry, everyone, divide your work and hurry to rescue the wounded."
When Zhao Yajun saw that the condition of several seriously injured comrades on stretchers was worrying, he immediately decided to treat them on the spot.
"But we don't have any medical equipment!"
Gan Ping cried out, "There's no medicine, no surgical instruments, not even gauze. What should I do?"
Zhao Yajun turned his head to look at the officer behind him, only to see the officer shaking his head with a look of pain on his face.
"This place is quite far from the front line, so there are no medical resources."
A good cook cannot cook without rice. Even a doctor with great medical skills cannot save people with nothing.
At this moment, Lin Wanjun stood up.
"I have!"
Zhao Yajun subconsciously asked, "What do you have?"
"Medicine, surgical instruments, everything you need to save lives, I have everything!"
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