As more and more medical staff and wounded gathered, the anger in everyone's hearts became more and more uncontrollable amid Lin Wanjun's repeated condemnations.
Dong Yingying panicked upon seeing this and hurriedly hid behind Geng Siqing.
"I didn't know he was a relative of a fallen comrade. I didn't know his wife had just died. Perhaps it was all just a misunderstanding."
Lin Wanjun was furious and roared, "No matter who he is, he is not someone you can slander at will."
"I already said it was a misunderstanding, and I said I wouldn't pursue it. Lin Wanjun, what do you want? Do you still want me to apologize?"
Amid Lin Wanjun's angry condemnation and the angry gazes of the people, Dong Yingying became angry and pushed the crowd away and tried to leave.
But how could these angry people let her leave so easily?
She had slandered Gan Ping's husband with empty words. If they didn't seek justice for Xu Bin, would they be worthy of Gan Ping? Would they be worthy of her sacrifice?
"Apologize! Apologize to Xu Bin publicly! Write a letter of apology, detailing the entire process of your slander and rumor-mongering, and reflect deeply on it."
"Your art troupe must also deal with this liar who is full of lies. Otherwise, we will not agree!"
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Geng Siqing had never seen such a scene before.
Maybe she was professional in dancing performances, but on the front line, in front of the angry soldiers, she was also at a loss.
"Everyone calm down! Everyone calm down!"
Geng Siqing shouted, "We will investigate Dong Yingying's case thoroughly. If it's truly her fault, we promise to punish her according to the disciplinary rules."
"What are you investigating? Aren't the facts clear yet? What do you mean if it's her fault? Are you saying we collectively wronged her?"
Lin Wanjun was aggressive and walked up to Geng Siqing and questioned her harshly.
"You see the truth clearly, yet you're playing dumb. What's going on? Are you trying to smooth things over and favor your own people? Or are you afraid of getting yourself into trouble?"
Both.
Geng Siqing felt a little embarrassed when her thoughts were exposed by Lin Wanjun.
She is different from those cadres with background and status. She climbed up step by step from the grassroots female soldier, and she cherishes everything she has now.
It is true that the art troupe has a tradition of protecting its own shortcomings, and it is also true that she does not want to be implicated by Dong Yingying.
In her opinion, it was just a misunderstanding that could be big or small. Even if Xu Bin was wronged, as a man, he would not suffer any loss.
Even though Geng Siqing was extremely dissatisfied with Dong Yingying in her heart, she had to admit that she and Dong Yingying were tied together at the moment.
When one prospers, all prosper; when one suffers, all suffer.
So Geng Siqing took a deep breath, forced a smile and walked up to Lin Wanjun.
"Doctor Lin, this kind of misunderstanding isn't a disadvantage for a man. To have an affair with a female soldier in the art troupe is something many men dream of."
"Comrade Xu Bin is a widower, isn't he? Well, I'll arrange things for him later. We have beautiful female soldiers in the art troupe, so he can pick any one he wants...ah!"
Before Geng Siqing could finish her words, she was slapped in the face, leaving her stunned and shocked.
This time, the person who beat people was not Lin Wanjun, but nurse Hong Rong.
Hong Rong's eyes were red and the corners of his mouth were trembling with anger.
"What do you mean it's just a death? Why are you arranging things? What are you arranging? Do you know what it means to lose a partner? Do you know how much pain the surviving person feels?"
"Gan Ping's ashes are still here. Her body is still warm. How dare you say such things? Have your consciences been eaten by dogs?"
Geng Siqing was beaten so hard that half of her face was swollen.
She covered her hurt face and looked at this crazy woman who appeared out of nowhere, feeling half scared and half angry.
How could the female soldiers standing by just sit there and watch their captain being beaten?
This is a good opportunity to show your strength. Whoever falls behind will lose the opportunity to show his loyalty.
So the female soldiers rushed up and shouted loudly for justice for the captain.
The medical staff were naturally not pushovers and would not let Lin Wanjun and Hong Rong suffer any loss, so they also rushed over.
Just as the two sides were about to fight, a gunshot was suddenly heard behind them.
The gunshot scared the female soldiers so much that they covered their heads and screamed. Even Geng Siqing and Dong Yingying were so scared that they squatted down.
The medical staff remained motionless.
They are people who have truly emerged from the blood and rain. They have seen many lives and deaths, and a gunshot is nothing to them.
Lin Wanjun looked back and saw that the gun in Song Zhanjin's hand was still smoking.
He looked at her, and the next moment Song Zhanjin walked quickly towards him through the crowd.
"What happened? Who bullied me..."
"Zhanjin! I'm so scared!"
Just as Song Zhanjin raised his hand to embrace Lin Wanjun in his arms, Dong Yingying suddenly intercepted him and threw herself into Song Zhanjin's arms before anyone could react.
"You're finally here, you're finally here."
Song Zhanjin seemed to have been electrocuted. After a few seconds of hesitation, he pushed Dong Yingying away and took several steps back.
"You fucking..."
Before he could open his mouth to express the national quintessence, Dong Yingying covered her face and burst into tears, then turned around and ran away quickly.
Seeing this, Geng Siqing and the female soldiers of the art troupe hurriedly chased after her, fearing that Dong Yingying would do something stupid.
Only Wu Biyun stood there with a look of disdain on his face, and said "Pooh" loudly in the direction Dong Yingying left.
"Bitch!"
Song Zhanjin looked at Lin Wanjun with a look of sudden horror, as if he had made some serious mistake, and his voice was trembling a little.
"Junjun, please listen to my explanation. I really didn't know she was here. I..."
Lin Wanjun shook her head and stopped Song Zhanjin from making any unnecessary explanations.
If she and Song Zhanjin didn't even have this little bit of trust, they would have divorced long ago.
"I'll take Brother Xu to see Sister Gan Ping first. Please help me entertain Wu Biyun. We can deal with the rest later."
After saying that, Lin Wanjun took Xu Bin through the field hospital and walked to the last ward where Gan Ping's ashes were kept.
A small ceramic jar was placed in a bunch of colorful wild flowers. Two white candles emitted a faint light. The wind blew from somewhere, and the candle flames swayed gently.
Xu Bin walked forward slowly, raised his hand and gently stroked the urn, as if he was stroking his wife's face.
"A Ping, I'm here."
In the days after learning of his wife's death, Xu Bin's tears had dried up.
At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot and a drop of bright red tear oozed from the corner of his eyes.
He leaned over and gently placed his forehead against the cold urn, letting the drop of blood and tears stain the white porcelain red.
"A Ping, are you cold? Why are you so cold?"
Slowly, Xu Bin picked up the light urn and squatted on the ground in a daze.
On their wedding night that year, he held her in his arms for the first time.
The girl in his arms was quite heavy, and she put her arms around his neck and smiled at him.
"Hey, I'm a little heavy, can you hold me?"
Xu Bin hugged his light-hearted wife, his cheek pressed tightly against the porcelain jar.
"A Ping, you're too light, so light that I can't even catch you..."
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