Seeing the soldiers' nervous and excited expressions, all the medical staff's hearts sank suddenly.
Did the operation fail?
Could it be that the complication they feared most had occurred?
Did they try hard for twelve hours but still fail to win the arm wrestling match against the King of Hell?
Everyone rushed over and when they entered the temporary ward, they saw that all the seriously injured soldiers were awake and smiling at them.
The stuttering warrior finally spoke a complete sentence.
"Thanks to your superb medical skills, all the injured have recovered."
They are brothers who live together day and night, and comrades who fight the enemy in the same trench. No one wants the wounded to recover more than them.
It was a false alarm and everyone finally felt relieved.
When the last ray of sunset light shone on the wall, Lin Wanjun leaned against the wall, smiled, and slowly walked outside, wanting to find a place to rest.
She felt so weak, her legs were like noodles, and she couldn't stand up no matter how hard she tried.
Gan Ping had been behind Lin Wanjun. She couldn't hide her excitement and grabbed Lin Wanjun's arm.
"Hey, Xiaolin, your medical skills... hey, hey, hey!"
Amid Gan Ping's screams, Lin Wanjun fell quietly like a yellow leaf in the wind.
In her last consciousness, Lin Wanjun vaguely saw a familiar figure coming towards her, and heard Song Zhanjin's voice faintly in her ears.
"Kun-kun!"
Lin Wanjun had a long dream.
In the dream, I was in a crematorium.
My mother's hair turned white overnight. She was lying in front of the glass of the crematorium, staring at the coffin being slowly sent into the crematorium.
"I was wrong! Mom was wrong! Junjun, Mom knows I was wrong."
Despite the care of her senior brothers and sisters, my mother still cried heartbreakingly.
"Mom shouldn't have let you bear the grudges of the previous generation. Mom shouldn't have treated you like that. Junjun, please wake up, okay? Mom will take good care of you and love you dearly."
Suddenly, a familiar figure came running towards me. It was my father.
When he saw the coffin being sent into the crematorium, my father's legs and feet went weak and he knelt on the ground helplessly.
"How could this happen? How could this happen?"
Lin Wanjun felt very hot.
She walked through the glass and went all the way to the crematorium. She saw the thin coffin being burned by the flames and her familiar body being devoured by the flames.
It wasn't hot, nor did it hurt, but it was very hot, so hot that she was shaking all over and sweat was pouring out of her eyes.
Finally, the fire was out.
The cremator skillfully swept the ashes together and put them in the small white jar. Lin Wanjun realized that she had completely disappeared from this world.
Perhaps she had once dreamed of returning to the modern world, but now she knew she could never come back.
On the way to the cemetery, the father and mother looked at each other in silence, their hands placed on the urn, feeling the last warmth belonging to their daughter.
The sunlight was bright, and with a black umbrella held above her head, Lin Wanjun felt cool and warm.
This seemed to be the first time in her memory that she was accompanied by both her father and mother. Unfortunately, they were not going to the amusement park, but to the cemetery.
Father and mother placed the urn together in the small, dark grave.
The senior brothers also came forward and put a thick stack of professional books into the tomb. They said that their junior sister loved studying the most.
Lin Wanjun couldn't help but widen her eyes.
No! I don't want these boring professional books! I want male models. I want eighteen male models with different styles and unique qualities!
Brother, have you forgotten your original promise?
You said that if I never got married before I died, you would burn a lot of male models for me, and burn my luxury houses and cars...
Bah, you liars!
The funeral ended quickly, and after the crowd dispersed, my mother returned to the cemetery.
She calmly looked at the photo on the tombstone, her fingertips gently stroked the three words "Lin Wanjun", with a warm smile on her face.
"Junjun, Mom can't live without you."
"Junjun, no matter where you go, Mom will follow you, so please don't think I'm annoying."
"Junjun, wait a minute, mom is here."
…
My mother drank the highly toxic pesticide with a smile on her face, and lay quietly in front of the tombstone...
"don't want!"
Lin Wanjun couldn't help crying, and she suddenly opened her eyes with a shrill scream.
There was no tombstone, no mother, only a dim kerosene lamp and Song Zhanjin's worried and distressed eyes.
"Junjun, did you have a nightmare?"
Song Zhanjin was originally sitting on a chair. When he heard Lin Wanjun's scream, he rushed forward a few steps, half-knelt beside the bed, and held her hand tightly.
Lin Wanjun was sweating all over, her hair was wet, and her back and palms were wet.
Her eyes were blurred and filled with pain, and her nails were clenched tightly into Song Zhanjin's palms.
"Junjun, don't be afraid, I'm here."
Song Zhanjin sat down beside the bed, carefully held Lin Wanjun in his arms, and gently and lovingly wiped the sweat from her forehead.
In Song Zhanjin's warm embrace, Lin Wanjun's eyes gradually focused.
She was still breathing rapidly, holding Song Zhanjin's hand tightly, and muttering something to herself.
Song Zhanjin simply held Lin Wanjun in his arms and patted her back gently, as if he was coaxing a child.
"What's wrong with me?"
Finally, Lin Wanjun regained consciousness and asked in a hoarse voice.
"It's okay, you just fainted due to overwork. You will recover after a good rest."
Song Zhanjin's voice was calm and composed, but his heart was filled with fear.
God knows how scared he was when he saw Lin Wanjun fall unconscious to the ground.
He rushed forward regardless of everything and hugged his beloved girl in his arms with all his strength.
Her body was so hot, so weak and powerless, like a fallen leaf, floating lightly into his palm, ready to wither at any moment.
Lin Wanjun couldn't help but smile when she thought about the time when she was unconscious.
"You're still laughing? Do you know how scary you were?"
Song Zhanjin looked at Lin Wanjun's smile, feeling helpless and distressed.
"You scared not only me, but also your colleagues. They thought something had happened to you."
As he was speaking, Gan Ping and several other female medical staff came in.
Gan Ping was overjoyed to see Lin Wanjun wake up.
"Oh, you're finally awake. You almost scared us to death when you were unconscious."
Although they were all doctors and were used to seeing life and death, Lin Wanjun's coma still frightened them.
After a flurry of examinations and treatments, it was finally discovered that Lin Wanjun was only in a brief coma due to anemia and overwork.
Gan Ping examined Lin Wanjun, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned outside to let Zhao Yajun in.
Zhao Yajun looked at Lin Wanjun's still pale face and frowned slightly.
"Xiao Lin, after careful consideration, I feel you are still not suitable for the front lines. My suggestion is that you stay behind and return to the provincial capital next month with a group of wounded soldiers who need to be transported."
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