Zhao Yajun learned about the injuries of the frontline soldiers on the road. He was extremely anxious and kept urging the driver to drive faster.
"In this situation, time is of the essence."
He said, "If I had known this would happen, I should have agreed to Lin Wanjun's suggestion yesterday and brought a few people up the mountain to be on standby just in case."
Human life is at stake, so what if I am punished for disobeying orders?
"Such a serious injury, if it can't be treated immediately, I'm afraid..."
Zhao Yajun's heart almost broke when he thought about the soldiers' sacrifice.
After a bumpy ride, we finally arrived outside the command post.
Without waiting for the car to brake and stop, Zhao Yajun jumped out with the first aid kit on his back. Even though the ground was uneven and he fell, he still got up and rushed forward.
"Where are the wounded? Hurry up, take me to see them immediately!"
Led by several soldiers, Zhao Yajun rushed to the first aid tent as quickly as possible.
The next moment, Zhao Yajun was stunned.
No, was he dazzled? Why did that figure with its back to him look so familiar?
It shouldn't be.
Lin Wanjun should still be in the field hospital at the foot of the mountain.
At this moment, the familiar figure turned around.
"Doctor Zhao, you're just in time! There's a seriously injured patient here, and I can't handle him alone!"
As soon as she opened her mouth, it was undoubtedly Lin Wanjun.
But now Zhao Yajun had no time to ask why Lin Wanjun was here.
He quickly stepped forward, took the scalpel from Lin Wanjun's hand, and devoted himself to treating the wounded.
Until late at night and early morning, the first aid tent was still brightly lit and busy.
"The adrenaline is gone."
When a seriously injured soldier suffered cardiac arrest and needed adrenaline, Zhao Yajun found that the life-saving medicine in the medicine box was used up.
He performed CPR on the injured while shouting orders.
"Quick! Send the medicine down the mountain immediately!"
But it takes at least two hours to get here from the field hospital at the foot of the mountain.
The wounded man's condition was critical; how could he last two hours? If he wasn't treated quickly, he wouldn't last even half an hour.
Everyone's heart sank to the bottom, and some people even sentenced the wounded man to death in their hearts.
"I have!"
Lin Wanjun took out a syringe of epinephrine from her bag and injected it into the injured person's muscle with skillful movements.
After rounds of rescue, the soldier with the most serious injuries was finally out of danger.
Looking at the young soldier whose vital signs were stabilizing, Zhao Yajun and Lin Wanjun smiled at each other.
Zhao Yajun wiped the sweat from his face, pointed at Lin Wanjun with a slightly indulgent smile on his face and warned her.
"You defied discipline and acted on your own. When we get back, you'll see how I punish you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Mingcheng lifted the door curtain and walked in.
"Punish what? Doctor Zhao, who are you going to punish? I heard everything outside!"
Lin Wanjun ran behind Song Mingcheng with a smile and complained pitifully.
"Dr. Zhao said I violated discipline and acted on my own, and he wants to punish me."
Song Mingcheng laughed.
"Violating discipline and acting independently should indeed be punished. On this point, I also support Dr. Zhao..."
"What are you supporting? Is there anyone who is as good as you as a father?"
Song Zhanjin, with gauze wrapped on his head, rushed in angrily and hugged his wife behind him.
"If it weren't for Junjun's violation of discipline, would Uncle Zhao have died? Before the medical team arrived, didn't Junjun do his best to save him?"
"You can't just eat and then smash the pot and then turn your back on us!"
Song Zhanjin was about to explode, and his saliva almost sprayed on his father's face.
"How can you bully others like this?"
Song Mingcheng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and kicked his own son on the butt.
"What are you yelling about? What are you yelling at me for? Who's bullying me? Who's turning against me?"
Song Zhanjin put his arm around Lin Wanjun's shoulders and glared at his father fiercely.
"You bullied my wife, all of you are turning your back on me!"
Everyone on the side was watching the fun, even the guards couldn't help but turn their heads away and laugh.
"Hey, stop talking!"
Seeing everyone smiling, Lin Wanjun felt so embarrassed.
Song Zhanjin's injuries were too minor, and he still had the energy to argue with his father.
"Why should I say less? I'll settle accounts with anyone who bullies my wife, even my own father!"
Song Zhanjin shouted loudly, and the entire command post was filled with his shouts.
"Just shut up!"
Song Mingcheng, unable to bear it any longer, raised his hand and slapped Song Zhanjin on the head, saying, "At least listen to what I have to say. You are so impulsive, how can you be a company commander?"
Clearing his throat, Song Mingcheng said, "Yes, Junjun violated discipline and acted on his own. Logically, he should be punished, but special cases require special treatment."
"Just like Zhan Jin said earlier, it was Junjun who saved Lao Wang, and it was also Junjun who saved the lives of so many seriously injured people. Her merits and demerits offset each other, and she cannot be punished no matter what."
After hearing this, Song Zhanjin's expression eased a little.
"Hmph, what do you mean by merits and demerits offsetting each other? This is actually the case. If it were you, not only could you not punish her, you should actually reward my wife."
Lin Wanjun was really impressed by Song Zhanjin.
After being injured, this big brother completely let go and dared to say anything.
Zhao Yajun couldn't help laughing.
"No wonder Xiaolin risked being punished to go up the mountain. It turns out the couple has such a good relationship. I understand. I understand everything."
"What do you understand? You're not even married, do you know what marital love is?"
Song Zhanjin glanced at Zhao Yajun with a hint of revenge in his eyes.
"I heard that you let down Aunt Jingru? Well, to be honest, you don't deserve her!"
After hearing this, Zhao Yajun couldn't laugh anymore.
His expression was filled with sorrow and pain. After a while, he nodded and said, "Yes, you are right. I am sorry for her and I am not worthy of her."
"Okay, stop talking."
Lin Wanjun was afraid that her elder brother would say something outrageous again, so she quickly raised her hand to cover his mouth.
Song Zhanjin did not resist and allowed his wife's little hand to touch his face. He even licked her palm secretly with a little mischief.
Shameless bastard.
It's already three o'clock in the morning.
Song Mingcheng looked at his daughter-in-law's tired and haggard appearance, and then at his son's head wrapped in gauze. It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel heartbroken.
"Since the rescue work here is over, Zhan Jin, take Junjun to my office to rest."
Lin Wanjun was indeed tired.
In forty-eight hours, she appeared to have slept lightly in the corner of the truck for less than two hours.
She had been saving people the rest of the time, and the high-intensity work made her physically and mentally exhausted. Now that she relaxed, her heartbeat became abnormal.
After saying hello to Zhao Yajun, Lin Wanjun followed Song Zhanjin out of the tent and walked towards Song Mingcheng's dormitory under the moonlight.
There was no one around, so Lin Wanjun stopped.
"What's wrong? Why aren't you leaving?"
Song Zhanjin looked back at his wife in the moonlight, and saw her tilting her head to look at him with a sly smile on her face.
Lin Wanjun stretched out her hand, her voice soft and sweet.
"I can't walk anymore, carry me!"
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