After a heart-wrenching pain, Dong Yingying completely fainted.
The soldiers took turns carrying Dong Yingying back to the field hospital on a stretcher.
Geng Siqing, who was anxious, finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Dong Yingying come back alive.
She was not only worried about a life, but more importantly, she was worried about her own future.
As the officer leading the performance, if someone had an accident during the performance, she, as the captain, would also bear the unshirkable responsibility.
At that time, not to mention retirement and transfer to civilian work, you might even have to stand trial in a military court.
"So... what should we do? Should we transfer to a larger hospital in the rear for treatment?"
Geng Siqing looked at Zhao Yajun and asked anxiously.
"Perform surgery first, and then send her back to the rear once her condition stabilizes. She may have sequelae."
Zhao Yajun looked at Dong Yingying's twisted leg and frowned. "She'll definitely be lame, but that's the best outcome. I'm more worried she won't be able to stand up again."
At this moment, Zhao Yajun put aside his personal feelings and made judgments only from a doctor's perspective.
Yes, he didn't like Dong Yingying, who was trying to sow discord and had bad intentions, but he would not delay her treatment because of his personal dislike.
He will still do his best to save people and try to minimize the sequelae.
"After falling from such a height, you're lucky to be alive."
Geng Siqing sighed and said, "What happened to her? Why did she run there?"
"That's something she'll have to ask herself."
Lin Wanjun sneered, her eyes full of coldness as she looked at Dong Yingying.
What's this?
Did you end up losing more than you gained? Did your cleverness backfire?
But no matter what, Dong Yingying paid a heavy price for it.
That morning, Zhao Yajun performed surgery on Dong Yingying. Lin Wanjun avoided suspicion and not only did not participate in the surgery together, but in order to avoid trouble, she even followed Song Zhanjin up the mountain to the command post to visit her father-in-law Song Mingcheng.
Song Mingcheng got a few cans of food and hid them in a box like treasures. When he saw Lin Wanjun coming, he stuffed all the cans into his daughter-in-law's arms.
"Hey, Commander, you're so biased."
Seeing his father's actions, Song Zhanjin pretended to be angry and protested.
"The other day I was craving for a can of food, and what did you say? You said it was gone, that you'd eaten all the cans!"
Pointing at the can in Lin Wanjun's arms, Song Zhanjin yelled, "Is this what you mean by eating it all? There's so much, can't you give me a bottle? Am I your biological son?"
"Whether you are my biological son or not, you should ask your mother!"
Song Mingcheng snorted coldly, opened a can and placed it in front of Lin Wanjun, and then handed her a spoon.
"Eat! Eat quickly! Don't share with Song Zhanjin."
It was a bottle of sweet canned pears. Lin Wanjun had a sore throat these days, and eating some pears was just right to moisten her throat.
She found a bowl, divided half of it into a bowl and stuffed it into Song Mingcheng's hand.
Just then, other leaders came in and saw this scene. They were so envious that their tone was sour.
"Oh my, Old Song, you are so lucky. Your daughter-in-law is so filial that she even handed the bowl to you."
Song Mingcheng originally refused to eat the canned food, but after hearing what Wang said, he proudly drank a mouthful of soup, his expression showing that he couldn't help showing off.
"I can't help it. I'm just lucky. My daughter-in-law is not only capable but also filial. For example, she was worried about my high blood pressure and came up the mountain to give me a checkup and medicine."
This is suspected of inciting hatred.
But seeing that Song Mingcheng was in such a good mood, Lin Wanjun couldn't bear to pour cold water on him, so she took out a blood pressure monitor and measured the blood pressure of Song Mingcheng and several leaders.
Song Mingcheng got enough attention and earned enough face, his mouth corners almost stretched to his ears.
Song Zhanjin saw through it but didn't say anything, allowing his father to show off proudly. Of course, he also took the opportunity to hug his wife and walk around the position a few times.
Well, they are indeed father and son.
During lunch, Lin Wanjun told Song Mingcheng about what happened to Dong Yingying.
Song Mingcheng frowned when he heard this.
"This is just nonsense! The art troupe is also part of the military. How can we allow someone like Dong Yingying to join?"
"Fortunately, the enemy has been frightened by our recent attacks and is no longer daring to act rashly. If this had happened a while ago, she might have been abducted by the enemy."
Losing her life would be a small matter, but disrupting the war would be a big matter. Even if she was rescued, she would be tried in a military court, and her family and leaders would suffer as well.
"Once her condition stabilizes, send her back to North City immediately."
Song Mingcheng said with a cold face: "Violating discipline and acting on one's own will. Our army does not need such willful and selfish soldiers, not even the art troupe."
"Zhan Jin, but this incident shows a problem. The field hospital's defense still has loopholes, just like the hillside where Dong Yingying fell..."
The father and son started talking about work again. Lin Wanjun leaned back in her chair, listening intermittently, and fell asleep unknowingly.
"Boom!"
A dull noise caused the Song family father and son to stop talking at the same time.
Looking back, I saw Lin Wanjun had hit her head hard on the table while dozing off, and was now rubbing her head.
"She didn't sleep all night last night because she was looking for Dong Yingying."
Song Zhanjin felt so distressed that he stepped forward to rub Lin Wanjun's hurt head.
"I'm about to go to a meeting. Let Junjun rest here with me. There will be a convoy coming down the mountain in the evening. Let her go back with the convoy."
Song Mingcheng stood up, took a few documents and left, making room for his daughter-in-law to rest.
Lin Wanjun didn't hesitate and fell into sleep as soon as she got on the bed.
She was so sleepy that she didn't even want to talk, and she didn't even have a dream.
This time, Song Zhanjin did not shamelessly take advantage of Lin Wanjun.
He did not disturb her rest, but sat quietly beside the bed, holding Lin Wanjun's hand, looking at her sleeping face gently, with tenderness in his eyebrows and eyes.
It was not until the sun was setting that the sound of a door being pushed open woke up the dozing Song Zhanjin.
He sat up and saw his biological father hurried in.
"What's going on? Is there another situation on the front lines? Are the enemy launching another surprise attack?"
Song Zhanjin suddenly stood up and his expression became serious.
"The situation is more serious than a surprise attack by the enemy."
Song Mingcheng frowned, his eyes looked extremely nervous, and from time to time he looked at Lin Wanjun who was still sleeping, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
These words stunned Song Zhanjin.
What? What could be more serious than a surprise attack by the enemy?
It was obvious from my father's expression that he was extremely frightened, and he was so nervous that his voice was a little stuttering.
"I just received a call."
After considering for a moment, Song Mingcheng spoke.
"Guess who's calling?"
Song Zhanjin thought for a moment and asked, "Dong Yingying's uncle? He wants to seek justice for his niece? We don't need to be afraid of him, right?"
"Who the hell is he? Why should I be afraid of him?"
Song Mingcheng was dismissive at first, but then his expression fell and he looked miserable.
"Your wife is in big trouble!"
"Your mother had no idea she was at the front until she saw the report about Junjun. And then..."
Song Zhanjin's eyelids twitched.
"So my mom got scared? She called you and wanted to fight you to the death?"
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