Lin Wanjun was a little dazed.
Before she could speak, Song Zhanjin echoed, "Junjun, Dr. Zhao and I have discussed this matter, and I think his decision is correct."
"Field hospitals are also part of the front lines. They test not only one's courage and bravery, but also one's physical strength and endurance. You're not feeling well, so you should go home."
Song Zhanjin gently stroked Lin Wanjun's hair.
"You are still young. Go back and study hard. You will have plenty of opportunities to serve your country in the future."
Looking into Song Zhanjin's eyes, Lin Wanjun let go of his hand.
She propped herself up on the bed and sat up, took a deep breath, and opened and closed her fists, repeating this several times.
"What did you just say? Did you suggest that I go back, or did Dr. Zhao suggest that you agree?"
Song Zhanjin was stunned.
"Does it make any difference?"
"Yes! It's a huge difference. I have to know who proposed it."
Lin Wanjun's tone was calm, showing no emotion.
Song Zhanjin and Zhao Yajun exchanged a glance, and after a moment he said, "It was me. I suggested that you return to the provincial capital to continue your studies, and Doctor Zhao agreed."
The next moment, a crisp slap sounded, shocking everyone present.
Suddenly, a slap mark appeared on Song Zhanjin's originally dark face. It was so sudden that Captain Song didn't even react.
"Who are you to make decisions for me? Do you think that just because you're my husband you can control my life?"
Lin Wanjun said coldly, "Okay, since you want to make the decision for me, then I will make the decision for you too. You will come back with me and serve as a soldier in the rear."
"That's impossible!"
Song Zhanjin refused without even thinking about it.
"Deserting in battle is a soldier's greatest disgrace!"
Lin Wanjun grabbed Song Zhanjin by the collar and looked at him angrily.
"You know that deserting a battle is a disgrace? You know that every citizen has the obligation to defend their country? Then what gives you the right to make decisions for me?"
"If you insist on using your status as my husband to control my life, then I say the same thing: divorce."
Song Zhanjin paused and didn't dare to speak for a long time.
A slap in the face is nothing. He has thick skin and is not afraid of pain.
What really scared him was that Lin Wanjun proposed the word "divorce".
This was simply a way to kill him, like stabbing him in the heart.
Lin Wanjun turned her gaze to Zhao Yajun again.
Because her eyes were too sharp, or perhaps because Lin Wanjun's slap on Song Zhanjin was too crisp, when Zhao Yajun was stared at by Lin Wanjun, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated and his face seemed to hurt a little.
"Doctor Zhao, even though I've proven my abilities on the operating table today, you still look down on me, don't you?"
"You're sending me away because you're simply concerned about me? Or do you think a good-for-nothing like me isn't worthy of being your comrade? Unworthy of standing on the operating table with you?"
Zhao Yajun was speechless, but Song Zhanjin suddenly raised his head.
"What do you mean? Who are you looking down on? Who is the good-for-nothing? Mr. Song, are you bullying my wife?"
Song Zhanjin was wearing a military uniform, which was stained with smoke and blood, and he exuded a murderous aura.
His eyes suddenly became fierce and murderous, which made Zhao Yajun nervous.
"That's not what I meant. I..."
"What do you mean? Why do you look down on my wife? Do you know how many people she has saved? Do you know how harsh the conditions were?"
Song Zhanjin grabbed Zhao Yajun's collar and questioned him angrily, his saliva almost spraying on Zhao Yajun's face.
"What the hell are you to call her a good-for-nothing? If she's a good-for-nothing, then all of you here are good-for-nothings!"
After saying that, Song Zhanjin pushed Zhao Yajun away.
"No one can stop my wife! She can do whatever she wants. If anyone dares to say 'no', I'll fight you with my fists!"
After saying that, Song Zhanjin picked up Lin Wanjun.
"Let's go."
In full view of the crowd, Lin Wanjun was picked up by Song Zhanjin around the waist and boarded a truck heading to the front line in the dark night.
Gan Ping and others looked at each other in surprise.
No, what's wrong with Captain Song? Didn't he suggest that Lin Wanjun return to the provincial capital before? Why is he yelling again now?
Everyone looked at Zhao Yajun, and some people couldn't help but speak.
"Doctor Zhao, if Xiaolin hadn't provided the equipment and medicine today, we wouldn't have been able to win this battle. Aren't you being too much?"
Zhao Yajun was so angry that he laughed.
"How did I go too far? From the time Kobayashi fell into a coma until now, have I ever said a bad word about her? Have I always cared about her?"
"Yes, I admit that I was prejudiced against her at first, but ever since she saved a life on the operating table, I knew she was a talent I admired."
"A good-for-nothing? If Lin Wan-jun is a good-for-nothing, then none of us here are much better."
Zhao Yajun waved his hands helplessly.
"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense and get on the bus and get ready to go!"
Song Zhanjin was ordered to pick up the medical team members.
Due to the unexpected situation of a soldier being injured, the departure time was delayed by nearly twenty-four hours than originally planned.
So at three o'clock in the morning, the team began to assemble, and the trucks carrying the medical team members drove out of the train station under heavy protection and headed deep into the mountains.
Lin Wanjun sat near the door. It was a bit stuffy inside and she had difficulty breathing.
After driving for about an hour, the car suddenly stopped.
"Are we there yet? So soon?"
Just as everyone was looking out, Song Zhanjin, armed with a gun, jumped into the car and distributed helmets to everyone.
"Why are you wearing this? It's so heavy."
Gan Ping touched the heavy helmet and felt a little resistant.
They are not going to the front line to fight, so what do they need this thing for?
Song Zhanjin had changed from the irritability and panic he had at the train station. His expression was calm and cold, with a hint of unquestionable dominance between his eyebrows.
"Everyone, put on your helmets! This is an order, and you must obey it unconditionally!"
Frightened by Song Zhanjin's momentum, Gan Ping dared not resist or refute anymore. She put on her helmet obediently and did not forget to fasten the hat strap.
Song Zhanjin checked the helmets on the medical team members one by one, put them on carefully, and distributed bulletproof vests to everyone.
"For the next two hours, we will be moving through enemy fire, with bullets and shells expected to fall at any moment."
After hearing this, everyone stopped talking and silently put on their bulletproof vests and fastened them tightly. They even adjusted their helmets again to prevent them from falling off during the turmoil.
Lin Wanjun lowered her head as she put on her bulletproof vest. A pair of scarred hands suddenly reached out and tightened the straps for her.
"roll!"
Lin Wanjun pushed Song Zhanjin's hand away without giving him any face at all.
Song Zhanjin was not angry either. He sat beside her with a doting smile and held her hand tightly.
"Set off!"
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