The soldier whose life was saved by Lin Wanjun's chest opening and cardiac massage was named Wang Che, the only son of Wang Jianxing, commander-in-chief of the Southern Xinjiang Military Region.
Wang Jianxing has three sons in total. He also upholds the style of a military family and lets his sons join the army and go to the battlefield after they grow up.
However, the war was cruel and ruthless. The eldest son and the second son died in the battlefield one after another. In the end, only the twelve-year-old Wang Che was left.
With his wife threatening to commit suicide and Wang Jianxing indeed getting old, he changed his mind and decided not to let his youngest son join the army anymore. Instead, he decided to let him go to school as an ordinary person.
Perhaps it was because of the bloodline that Wang Che inherited, he joined the army without telling his father, and went straight to the most dangerous front line in southern Xinjiang. He carried a gun and penetrated deep into the enemy's hinterland, destroying the enemy's major firepower points.
Where there is war, there is bloodshed. Wang Che was not the chosen one. When he fell to the ground wounded, his last words were "My eldest brother and second brother are here to pick me up."
When Wang Jianxing learned that his son was also on the front line, Wang Che had already been sent to the field hospital for emergency treatment.
Judging from the description of the injuries, Wang Jianxing has already prepared himself for the worst.
Cardiac arrest, let alone in a poorly equipped field hospital, even in the best hospital in North City, the probability of survival is less than 50%.
But unexpectedly, when Wang Jianxing rushed to the field hospital, he did not hear the bad news that his son had died.
Unfortunately, his son's injuries were more serious than he had heard.
Fortunately, there was a brave and decisive young doctor who opened his son's chest in the cruelest way and performed CPR on him by pinching his son's heart with his bare hands. Miraculously, he won the battle against the devil.
Seeing Lin Wanjun coming out at this time, and seeing the young girl covered with his son's blood, Wang Jianxing's fingers trembled.
"How is it? Is my son alive?"
The decisive and ruthless old soldier had long been accustomed to life and death, but at this moment, his voice trembled, his eyes were earnest, and there was even a hint of pleading.
He was afraid that the doctor would shake his head and say, "I'm sorry, I've tried my best."
Lin Wanjun raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead and smiled at Wang Jianxing.
"Alive."
Her voice was hoarse but firm, with a convincing power.
"We're not completely out of danger yet, but judging by the current situation, we should be alright."
Hearing this, Wang Jianxing's whole body went limp and he just fell to the ground without caring about the presence of his subordinates.
"It's good to be alive! It's good to be alive!"
His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse and choked.
"If he dies, how will I explain this to his mother? I've already sent two sons to the battlefield, and his mother already hates me. If he dies too..."
Wang Jianxing didn't dare to think about the consequences. His heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
Everyone helped Wang Jianxing up.
Gan Ping then came out and said, "Commander, this time it's all thanks to Xiao Lin's superb medical skills. I'm not exaggerating. Even in our hospital, the success rate for a case like this would be less than 20%."
Especially when Gan Ping thought about Lin Wanjun's action of pinching her heart with her bare hands, she felt terrified.
Oh my god, you can still save people like this!
Wang Jianxing looked at the young female doctor in front of him and found it hard to associate her with the words "excellent medical skills".
It seems that this girl is about the same age as his son.
"What's your name, little girl?"
Wang Jianxing was already in his early sixties. He couldn't help but look at Lin Wanjun as an elder and affectionately called her "little girl".
Lin Wanjun smiled and replied, "My name is Lin Wanjun."
"Lin Wan-jun, why does your name sound familiar?"
Wang Jianxing looked at the guard beside him and said, "Have I heard this name somewhere before? Does it make any impression on you?"
The guard was about to speak when he heard Song Mingcheng's hearty laughter behind him.
"Kun-kun!"
Lin Wanjun looked up and saw Song Mingcheng getting out of the car exhausted. His already gray temples were even more frosted, and he looked much more haggard.
However, his eyes still sparkled with determination and his back was still straight.
"dad!"
Lin Wanjun happily went to greet him and called out "Dad" several times.
Wang Jianxing was stunned and looked at his guard again.
"Does Old Song have a daughter? I remember him only having a son."
How could the guard know the leader's family situation? He couldn't answer and could only smile awkwardly at the leader.
Song Mingcheng looked at Lin Wanjun, and seeing her miserable appearance covered in blood, he felt both distressed and worried.
"Are you trying to save the wounded? Are you scared? Battlefield injuries are very different from ordinary injuries, and I'm afraid they'll challenge a doctor's mental toughness even more."
In his heart, Lin Wanjun is still a delicate little girl, or the child who was teased to the point of blushing by the elders when they sent him buns just after they got married.
So he almost subconsciously thought that Lin Wanjun would be scared by the bloody scene.
"Old Song."
Wang Jianxing took a few steps forward and shook hands with Song Mingcheng in greeting.
"Old Wang, why are you here?"
Song Mingcheng was a little surprised by Wang Jianxing's sudden appearance. This place didn't seem to belong to Wang Jianxing's position, right?
Wang Jianxing pointed in the direction of the operating room and smiled bitterly.
"My good-for-nothing son secretly went to the battlefield and nearly died there. I heard the news and came to see him."
Hearing this, Song Mingcheng's expression became nervous.
He had heard about Wang Jianxing's family situation and knew that his old comrade's two sons had died in the battlefield, leaving only his precious child.
"What's wrong? Is it serious?"
Wang Jianxing sighed, "His heart had already stopped. Do you think he's serious? Fortunately, Comrade Xiaolin's medical skills are excellent. He dragged my bastard back from the gates of hell."
He briefly described the process of Lin Wanjun saving people, his tone full of admiration and gratitude for Lin Wanjun.
"Old Song, I just heard Xiaolin call you dad? You guys..."
When Song Mingcheng heard about his daughter-in-law saving people, he was extremely proud.
He said proudly, "Junjun is my daughter-in-law. Zhan Jin, come here and say hello to your Uncle Wang."
Song Zhanjin, who had just finished his work, heard his father's call, ran over quickly and saluted Wang Jianxing.
"Hello, Chief."
Wang Jianxing waved his hand and said, "We're all family. Why call me Chief? Just call me Uncle."
He looked at Song Zhanjin, then at Lin Wanjun, and after a while he sighed.
"It's truly a match made in heaven, a talented man and a beautiful woman. Old Song, you're luckier than me, finding a good wife like Xiaolin for your son."
Song Mingcheng was not modest and laughed loudly, saying, "Hey, you're right. Many people say that it's a blessing for Zhan Jin to marry Junjun!"
"Zhan Jin, do you hear me? If you dare to bully Jun Jun again, I will break your dog legs."
Song Zhanjin chuckled and put his arm around Lin Wanjun's shoulders.
"She is the only one who can bully me. How dare I bully her? After all, she is a strong person who dares to crush my heart with her bare hands."
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