Song Yueying didn't respond to Qi Yanjue's words; she was still clearly feeling unwell. Not only was her stomach churning violently, but she also felt as if something was pressing on her chest, making her want to vomit.
She didn't want to make a wasted trip, didn't want to suffer for nothing, and didn't want everyone to be disappointed, so she had to endure the discomfort.
“It’s alright, let’s go see the injured first.” After saying that, Song Yueying added, “My legs are too weak to walk right now, brother, can you carry me to the ward?”
Seeing that she was indeed in great pain, Qi Yanjue didn't have time to think. He simply picked her up and quickly walked towards the hospital entrance.
Suddenly lifted into the air, Song Yueying quickly reached out and grabbed Qi Yanjue's clothes at the chest, saying in surprise, "No, I meant for you to carry me on your back, not to hug me."
It's still a princess carry, a princess carry!
"Shut up." Qi Yanjue walked quickly, wanting to get her to the ward as soon as possible to save himself the trouble.
Chen Guangyao and his companion, who were standing by the car, froze instantly. They stared wide-eyed at the receding figure in disbelief.
The companion pointed to the receding figure and murmured, "Team...team leader, he...he walked away with a female comrade in his arms."
"I saw it, I saw it." Chen Guangyao nodded in agreement, then suddenly came to his senses and slapped his companion on the back. He scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"What female comrade? Our captain is holding his wife, our sister-in-law."
"Zhou Feng, if you dare to talk nonsense again, the captain will beat you up."
"Sister-in-law!" Zhou Feng cried out, his voice distorted. Chen Guangyao jumped in fright, quickly covering Zhou Feng's mouth and muttering, "Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"
"Mmm..." With his mouth covered, Zhou Feng stared wide-eyed, signaling Chen Guangyao to let go.
"I'll let you go if you promise not to yell anymore," Chen Guangyao said, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings. Only after Zhou Feng nodded did he release him.
"You..." Zhou Feng, who had just regained his freedom of speech, was about to say something when Chen Guangyao interrupted him, "Don't ask anything, go see Luo Ming first."
Zhou Feng felt a pang of sadness when he thought of his comrade-in-arms Luo Ming, and his burning desire for gossip was instantly extinguished.
The two locked the car and walked towards the hospital gate.
In the ward, Zhao Yiheng stood by the bedside, looking at Luo Ming lying on the bed, barely breathing. A deep sense of powerlessness made his face look very pale.
Every time I see a comrade die from his injuries and I am powerless to help, I feel an indescribable sense of frustration.
Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder what he had actually learned in his medical studies.
He couldn't even save his own comrades.
The more he thought about it, the more distressed he became, watching Luo Ming's face gradually turn pale and his breath grow weaker. Zhao Yiheng cried out urgently, "Luo Ming, Luo Ming, hold on, hold on."
“I have already sent Chen Guangyao to pick up Qi Yanjue. Song Yueying has life-saving medicine. As long as he gets the medicine, you will be saved.”
"Just hold on a little longer, just a little longer, he'll be here soon."
"Damn Qi Yanjue, are you a turtle in disguise? If you don't hurry up, you'll only be able to collect Luo Ming's corpse."
Qi Yanjue carried Song Yueying to the ward door, just in time to hear Zhao Yiheng cursing at him. Knowing that Luo Ming was in trouble, his expression changed, and he kicked open the ward door.
"Who's blind fool..." Zhao Yiheng felt aggrieved. Hearing the sound of the door being kicked, he turned around and cursed. He saw Qi Yanjue carrying Song Yueying and walking in quickly.
I was stunned.
Qi Yanjue placed Song Yueying beside the hospital bed, wanting to say something but unsure what to say.
The pungent smell of blood was nauseating, and Song Yueying suppressed the nausea in her stomach. Ignoring Qi Yanjue's hesitant words, she sat down on the edge of the bed.
Reach out and grab the injured person's wrist, allowing Yueyue in the space experimental vehicle to scan the injured person's body.
About a minute later, Song Yueying withdrew her hand and looked up to meet two pairs of questioning eyes. She told them the truth, "He was seriously injured, with external wounds, internal injuries, broken ribs... He was completely unconscious."
"It's even worse than the injuries my brother suffered before."
"The person who hurt him left no room for maneuver; they were clearly aiming to kill him."
Upon hearing her words, Qi Yanjue and Zhao Yiheng both looked extremely grim. They exchanged a glance, and Qi Yanjue asked, "Is there... any hope for him?"
“There’s hope.” Song Yueying nodded, took out a blue pill, and handed it to Zhao Yiheng without hesitation. “Give it to him.”
"Okay, thank you." Zhao Yiheng happily took the pills, walked to the bedside, and bent down. He pried open Luo Ming's mouth with one hand and put the pills in his mouth.
Qi Yanjue immediately handed over an enamel cup, and Zhao Yiheng took the cup and poured a mouthful of water into Luo Ming's mouth.
Watching Qi Yanjue and Zhao Yiheng's seamless teamwork, Song Yueying was slightly stunned. Once upon a time, she also had people around her who knew what she wanted without her needing to say a word.
In an assassination attempt, she and the vehicle-mounted laboratory were blown to smithereens by a man strapped with homemade explosives.
Her soul traveled to this era, and she wondered what became of those who had desperately protected her.
Seeing Luo Ming swallow the pill, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief. Qi Yanjue turned around and saw Song Yueying staring at him and Zhao Yiheng, but her eyes were unfocused.
It was as if they were looking at other people through him and Zhao Yiheng.
"Comrade Song..." Zhao Yiheng's voice was interrupted by the hand on his shoulder. He looked at Qi Yanjue with confusion, silently asking why he had interrupted him.
Qi Yanjue shook his head at him, signaling him not to speak. His gaze returned to Song Yueying, and he could sense a faint sadness emanating from her.
Lost in her reverie, Song Yueying didn't hear what Zhao Yiheng said clearly, but she did hear his voice. Looking at him, she asked, "What did Dr. Zhao just say?"
"Didn't say anything?" The answer was too quick, which had a hint of protesting too much. Zhao Yiheng gave Qi Yanjue a reproachful look.
Honestly, he really didn't say anything. He had just called out "Comrade Song" when Qi Yanjue interrupted him. Now it's as if he dares to say it but doesn't dare to admit it.
Although she didn't understand why Zhao Yiheng glanced at Qi Yanjue after answering her question, Song Yueying didn't think much of it and placed her fingers on the injured man's wrist.
A few seconds later, Song Yueying withdrew her hand and said, "The medicine is taking effect. He should be fine when he wakes up."
"That's wonderful, that's wonderful!" Zhao Yiheng exclaimed with delight, repeating "That's wonderful!" twice. He knew Song Yueying had the life-saving medicine! She really did!
Qi Yanjue was also happy, but he hadn't forgotten how upset Song Yueying had been when she came. "Are you still upset?"
He remembered her discomfort. Song Yueying blinked, and suddenly her stomach churned again. Feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit, she couldn't hold it in any longer and got up to rush out of the ward.
"Keep an eye on Luo Ming," Qi Yanjue hurriedly instructed Zhao Yiheng before chasing after him.
"Okay," Zhao Yiheng replied subconsciously.
He...was he worried about Song Yueying?
Is Yan Jue starting to care about Song Yueying? Watching his friend's figure disappear through the ward door, Zhao Yiheng seemed lost in thought.
Now that her friend is starting to care about Song Yueying, does that mean the two of them don't have to get a divorce?
If they don't get a divorce, Song Yueying is one of his own, and she has the life-saving medicine... Zhao Yiheng clenched his fists. He absolutely, absolutely cannot let Song Yueying and Yan Jue divorce.
On the other side.
Song Yueying rushed into the toilet and vomited violently, emptying all the dumpling soup she had eaten that evening, before her stomach felt a little better.
Feeling a bit better, she was completely exhausted and leaned against the wall to rest for a while.
The sour taste in her mouth was so strong that it was unbearable. Song Yueying turned her head and looked around for water, but couldn't find any. She felt terrible.
After dawdling for a long time, he stumbled out of the restroom, where a full enamel cup of water was handed to him.
"Rinse your mouth first, then drink some water; that will make you feel better," the man said in a deep voice.
Song Yueying looked up and met Qi Yanjue's deep gaze.
"Thank you..." She wanted to say thank you to her brother, but remembering the taste in her mouth, she decisively shut up. She'd better suffer it herself and not bother him.
She glanced at him gratefully and reached out to take the enamel cup. The image of Qi Yanjue handing an enamel cup to Zhao Yiheng in the hospital room flashed through her mind.
That enamel mug is exactly the same as this one.
Song Yueying's outstretched hand, reaching for the enamel cup, froze in mid-air, her eyes fixed on the cup.
This enamel mug... could it be that enamel mug?
Seeing her hesitation, Qi Yanjue asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Without answering Qi Yanjue's question, Song Yueying frowned, her mind in turmoil. Should she refuse to take the water from someone else's used cup? Or should she refuse? Or should she refuse?
Can she be honest and say that this is a water cup that someone else has used, and that she doesn't want to use it?
Obviously not.
Her brother saw that she had vomited and kindly brought her a glass of water. But she complained that the glass had been used by someone else.
Not only will she offend people, but she will also make them think she doesn't know what's good for her.
She also knew that people weren't so particular back then, and it was normal for everyone to share a water cup. If someone used a separate water cup, they would likely be considered fussy and fussy.
But she wasn't the type of person for that time; she had to be particular.
Looking at Song Yueying's ever-changing face and the look of disdain in her eyes as she stared at the enamel cup, Qi Yanjue suddenly understood the reason for her hesitation.
He said, "Don't worry, this is a new water cup that I asked Chen Guangyao to buy from the supply and marketing cooperative, not the one in the ward."
Seeing her rush out of the ward, he followed closely behind, and when he reached the bathroom door, he heard her vomiting inside.
I figured that after she finished vomiting, she would definitely need to rinse her mouth with water or drink some water to calm down.
He didn't have a water cup with him, but he remembered seeing Chen Guangyao and Zhou Feng waiting outside the ward when he followed her out. He beckoned Chen Guangyao over and asked him to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy this water cup.
He explained that he had asked Chen Guangyao to buy the enamel mug from the supply and marketing cooperative, and that it was new. Song Yueying was stunned; he actually knew what she was thinking.
That's awkward!
Seeing that she still hadn't taken the water cup, Qi Yanjue said again, "This water cup is brand new, and I washed it before filling it with water. You can use it without worry, and you can take it home and use it again after you're done."
They've already said all that; it would be too much for her to act coy again. Song Yueying reached out and took the water glass, turned around and went back to the restroom, took a sip of water, rinsed her mouth, and then spat it out.
After repeating this several times, she washed her hands with the remaining water in the cup.
With her wet hands, she smoothed her braided hair. Once she was sure she was ready, she picked up her enamel mug and left the restroom.
Seeing that Qi Yanjue was still waiting for her outside the restroom, Song Yueying suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"Um... Brother, thank you!" Song Yueying said choked with emotion, standing with her head down in front of Qi Yanjue, thinking about what she had done before.
Song Yueying quickly tried to smooth things over, "I'm not being fussy, it's just..."
I racked my brains but couldn't come up with a good excuse.
"I know." Qi Yanjue didn't want to expose her. This little woman had just misunderstood that the water cup had been used, and the look of disgust in her eyes was all too obvious.
He knows? What does he know? Song Yueying suddenly looked up at Qi Yanjue. She quickly lowered her head again, not even knowing what she was saying. How did he know?
Sigh! Oh well, so be it. It's better to be embarrassed in front of my own brother than in front of outsiders, Song Yueying thought with a sense of resignation.
Qi Yanjue asked, "Should we go back to the ward now, or...?"
After thinking for a moment, Song Yueying said, "I'll go get a glass of water first, and then I'll go back to the ward."
She used the water in the enamel cup to rinse her mouth and wash her hands; she hadn't even taken a sip.
"There's a thermos in the ward." This means she doesn't need to get water.
"Then let's go back to the ward." There's a thermos in the ward, why would she go get water? Song Yueying is essentially a lazy person; she's happy to avoid doing things herself.
Late at night, the hospital corridor was quiet. Under the dim yellow light, the two walked one after the other.
As Song Yueying passed by the ward door, she saw Chen Guangyao and a comrade standing there. Song Yueying thanked Chen Guangyao, and then went into the ward with Qi Yanjue.
When Zhao Yiheng saw Song Yueying return, he hurriedly went to greet her, but asked Qi Yanjue, "Where have you been?"
Before Qi Yanjue could answer him, Song Yueying, not wanting her shameful secret to be brought up, asked Zhao Yiheng about the injured person's condition.
When Zhao Yiheng spoke of Luo Ming's condition, his voice unconsciously carried excitement and disbelief. "He's out of danger, and his external injuries have stopped bleeding."
"The wound is healing at an astonishing rate."
“This is normal.” Song Yueying nodded, walked to the bedside, put the enamel cup on the low cabinet, and bent down to let Yueyue examine the injured person again.
After confirming that the injured person was recovering quickly, I felt relieved.
While Song Yueying was examining Luo Ming, Qi Yanjue walked over, picked up the thermos, and poured half a cup of water into an enamel mug.
Zhao Yiheng followed closely behind Qi Yanjue. As soon as Qi Yanjue put down the thermos, Zhao Yiheng pulled Qi Yanjue aside and asked, "Where did you two go?"
"She was a little carsick and went outside for some fresh air." Qi Yanjue made up a casual excuse to fool Zhao Yiheng, his eyes fixed on Song Yueying.
He wouldn't tell her that she vomited in the toilet.
They grew up in the same courtyard and served together in the army. How could Zhao Yiheng not tell that his friend was just making excuses for him? He didn't believe his friend's story at all.
He believed Song Yueying when she said she got carsick, after all, her friend had carried her into the ward. But he didn't believe her when she said she just needed some fresh air; he simply wouldn't believe it.
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