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Chapter 1733 Meeting the Parents

Eight dilapidated vehicles, some with broken windows and even bloodstains, drove out of Bolamula in a long procession.

Without stopping, the convoy sped into the county town, trailing a long cloud of dust, under the afternoon sun that was about to hide behind the sacred mountain.

A car crashed directly into the hospital. Samba loudly called for help from the people in the yard to carry out the unconscious Zhacuo and rush him into the hospital to find a doctor to remove the bullet.

The remaining members of Wang Yan's group drove directly to the police station. They then dragged all twenty-four people out of the car, showing no mercy even to the wounded who were on the verge of death.

These twenty-four poachers were in a truly pitiful state. They had barely eaten or drunk anything; their lips were cracked and pale, their cheeks were sunken, and they could barely stand. Their trousers were filthy, a result of urination and defecation problems.

They simply sat down on the ground, leaning against each other, without any sign of discomfort.

The police officers working here were stunned to see the patrol team bring back so many people. Those who were on patrol came up to help control the poachers, while the administrative staff stood by and watched the spectacle.

Director Shi Long walked over and offered Dorje a cigarette: "Deputy County Chief Dorje, what's going on here?"

"These people ambushed us in Bolamulla. There were thirty-nine of them in total. We killed twelve, three escaped, and the remaining twenty-four are here. One of our brothers was seriously injured and we don't know if he will survive. Director Shi, you must investigate this thoroughly. These poachers are really rampant."

Director Shi couldn't shut his mouth anymore. Forty people killed less than ten members of the patrol team. Not only did they only inflict one casualty on the patrol team, but only three people escaped, while twenty-four were captured alive.

If these people weren't right in front of him, Sloan would hardly believe this was real.

"How did you manage that? There were so many of them, and they didn't beat you?" Sloan couldn't help but ask.

"Of course we couldn't beat them. We were all trapped in our vehicles and surrounded when Wang Yan came to our rescue. His marksmanship was incredibly accurate. He single-handedly held off forty of them. He killed eleven of those twelve men."

Wang Yan was smoking on the side when he heard this and waved his hand with a smile: "Bullets are flying everywhere, who knows which one is being shot? And without everyone suppressing the fire, how would I have a chance to fire? Director Shi, these poachers are very rich. They treat weapons and ammunition like they don't need money. They hold their AKs and pull the triggers and don't let go. Bullets are raining down on them, and they can't even lift their heads."

Sloan said, "I know you're being modest, but I still find it hard to believe. You killed eight people in two trips into the mountains, which is impressive enough, but this time you came up with a big one and killed eleven?"

“If possible, I don’t want to kill any of them. But we had no choice, Director Shi. We were forced into this situation.” Wang Yan waved his hand. “Dorje, I’m going to the hospital to check on Zhacuo’s condition.”

"Go ahead." Dorje knew that Wang Yan didn't want to talk to Shilongdo.

"Let's go, Director Shi."

After saying goodbye, Wang Yan left first, heading towards the nearby hospital.

In truth, the patrol team members weren't particularly fond of Shi Long, because logically, these poachers should be the responsibility of the police. But Shi Long not only ignored them, he also didn't really support the patrol team's work, and even repeatedly hindered their efforts. For example, he interfered with the supply of weapons and ammunition, and the distribution of spoils after poachers were caught.

However, the patrol team members didn't understand the county's ecology. Shi Long was Lin Peisheng's man and followed in Lin Peisheng's footsteps. Lin Peisheng opposed Dorje's actions in Bolamula, and Shi Long naturally had to remain consistent.

People were coming and going in the hospital. As it got dark, the family members of the patients who had set up tents in the courtyard started fires to cook, and all sorts of smells mingled together.

Wang Yan went into the hospital and found Samba waiting anxiously.

"What did you say?"

Samba shook his head: "Just say that you've lost a lot of blood and the bullet is stuck in your bone, so you need surgery to remove it."

"Don't worry, I checked before, it's not a big problem." Wang Yan patted Sangba on the shoulder. "If Zhacuo really couldn't hold on, we would have been exhausted on the way back. Now that we're in the hospital, there's nothing seriously wrong. It's just that he might need to rest for a while."

“I hope the mountain god will bless him.” Samba put his hands together. “He prays to the mountain god every day. If he doesn’t keep nagging, the mountain god won’t be used to it.”

“You’re right. Just for that reason alone, the mountain god wouldn’t let anything happen to Zhacuo. There’s no point in just sitting here waiting. Go and memorize some vocabulary words. Distract yourself.”

Samba wants a permanent position, a secure job, and he's pursuing two paths. One is to wait for the patrol team to resolve his employment issue, and the other is to study for a self-taught degree so that he can obtain a permanent position in the county.

After all, there are very few educated people in Mazhi County. A self-taught degree is more than enough, and they are already considered talented.

After Wang Yan joined the patrol team, he gave Samba a lot of extra lessons.

"Can I memorize it?"

"You only need to memorize if you can't memorize it. Otherwise, you'll just sit here anxiously and it won't do you any good. Memorizing vocabulary is great; you can learn at the same time and build your willpower."

Samba wanted to say something, but then he saw Xiao Yan walking over, so he stopped talking.

"You're back." Xiao Yan approached and looked Wang Yan up and down.

“I’m fine, everything’s fine. It’s just that Zha Cuo was unlucky; he got shot in the shoulder. He was deep in the area and walked for three days afterward, but I don’t think he’s seriously injured.”

Xiao Yan glanced at Samba, then pulled Wang Yan aside and whispered, "I heard you were chased by poachers when you went into the mountains this time?"

This wasn't a secret, so Wang Yan explained the situation to Xiao Yan from his perspective. When she heard that thirty-nine people had surrounded and killed the patrol team, Xiao Yan's mouth dropped open. When she heard that He Qingyuan's vehicle was stuck and he couldn't move, she felt anxious for them. Finally, she heard about Wang Yan's incredible feat...

But she didn't think Wang Yan was anything special; she just tugged at his arm, expressing her concern and worry.

"You're too reckless. What if something happens? Bolamula is so big. If something happens to you and Baiju, no one will even know."

"That's what Dorje said too," Wang Yan nodded with a smile. "But if I hadn't gone, Dorje and the others would have all been gone. Then, for a while, no one would be in charge of Bolamula, and poachers would only become more rampant. It seems that the outcome is good so far."

Besides, I'm not stupid. The car Bai Ju and I drove over didn't get stuck; not only could we move, but we could also rescue a few more people and get out of there together. I'll still do the same thing in the future.”

Xiao Yan opened her mouth, feeling somewhat aggrieved. Was it wrong for her to care? But she didn't know how to express it, and her eyes welled up with tears.

Wang Yan said, "I understand your concern, but I still have to do what I should do. In fact, if I really had to think so much, we wouldn't have met. After all, the decision I should have made was not not to go to Bolamula, but not to come to Mazhi County. But I still came, I still met you, and I still went to Bolamula."

"Who cares about you!" Xiao Yan said, though she didn't mean it, but she didn't want to cry anymore.

"I'm not stupid, how could I not know right from wrong? But what needs to be done still needs to be done, please try to understand." "What if I don't understand?"

"You have to understand!" Wang Yan reached out and pinched Xiao Yan's nose, showing his affection.

Xiao Yan cried out in surprise, annoyed that Wang Yan was touching her inappropriately, and the high-altitude blush on her face turned even redder.

"Did you have meal?"

Wang Yan ignored Xiao Yan's nonsense and replied, "I just came straight here from Bolamula, I didn't have time to eat. I plan to cook at Dean Zhang's house later, and we can all have a simple meal."

"I should go now. Or... or you could just come to my place. I'm sure there's food there, though maybe not anything fancy."

"I'm all disheveled and dirty, and I don't have much stuff here. Your family wouldn't know anything about me. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for you to come here so abruptly?"

“What’s wrong with that? Everyone in the county knows that you and Dorje are in the mountain patrol team, and you’re gone into the mountains for ten days or half a month at a time. And you haven’t been to my house since then?”

Samba chimed in, "She's right, you're a college student. Besides, you don't have any family, and you won't be able to leave her family even if you marry her. It doesn't matter when you go; bringing gifts is a token of your appreciation, but it's not convenient in the current situation. You can make it up to her later."

Xiao Yan glared at Samba, feeling that Samba's statement that Wang Yan was an orphan was like poking at Wang Yan's wounds.

Wang Yan laughed and said, "Why are you glaring at Samba? What he said makes sense. My situation is true, and there's nothing wrong with talking about it. Let's go to your house, let's go."

"I'll go back and change my clothes and then I'll leave." Xiao Yan turned around happily and walked away quickly.

Samba flipped through the vocabulary book in his hand, watching Xiao Yan's bouncy figure, and couldn't help but sigh: "If Lao He were as decisive as you, he and Wangmu would have gotten together long ago, and the child would be old enough to herd cattle by now."

Wang Yan smiled and didn't say anything. After Xiao Yan came out, he went out and drove a Jeep to Xiao Yan's house.

Although it was said that he was going to visit her without permission, Wang Yan still went to Wangmu's place, chatted with her for a few minutes, bought two bottles of wine, and some biscuits, cakes and other things before going to Xiaoyan's house.

Xiao Yan's parents are still alive; they both came to the border region in the early years as part of the rural development program. She also has an older brother who is married with children and works at the county's civil affairs bureau; they all live together. Xiao Yan's family was surprised by Wang Yan's visit, but they were very welcoming.

Even Xiaoyan's mother and sister-in-law busied themselves preparing new dishes. Wang Yan, naturally, felt at ease, drinking with Xiaoyan's father and brother, chatting with her family, and getting along very well. The conversation was uneventful, still revolving around outside affairs…

While Wang Yan was away, Zha Cuo was doing well. The bullet lodged in his bone had been removed, and his blood loss was within acceptable limits. He just needed some rest to recover.

Seeing Zhacuo sleeping soundly in the hospital bed, Sangba volunteered to stay and take care of him.

Dorje asked, "Where is Wang Yan? Didn't he say he was coming to see Zhacuo?"

“He went to Xiao Yan’s house,” Samba replied, then repeated what she had said earlier to He Qingyuan.

He Qingyuan just shook his head: "How can I compare to a college student? He came from the capital, studied at a nationally renowned university, and is a cadre in our Mazhi County, earning much more than us. He can take photos and write articles. How can I compare to him?"

“Do I really need those things to tell the girl I like I love you?” Samba retorted. “We can all see that Wangmu likes you too, otherwise she would have kicked you out long ago and wouldn’t need you to help move things.”

Zha Cuo, who had been unconscious, woke up and said weakly, "Old He, if you love Wangmu, you should say it. You've already almost died once, how long are you going to keep lying to Wangmu?"

"Go lie down and get some sleep," He Qingyuan patted Zha Cuo's arm, and didn't argue anymore.

This near-death experience, unlike the one in the original drama where he never confessed his love until his death, did give him some new insights into his feelings for Wangmu.

After Zhacuo removed the bullet, Dorje sent someone to pick up Zhacuo's parents the next day. After all, such a big thing had happened, and they had to tell their family.

It was at this time that Zhacuo's girlfriend came along. She was a simple-minded and beautiful girl from an ethnic minority group, whose smile revealed a set of bright white teeth. She was very worried about Zhacuo; even Zhacuo's parents hadn't stayed there, and this girl had been taking care of him all along.

“I told Lao He a long time ago, but he just keeps hesitating. At this rate, who knows when we’ll get any results. College student, you need to take good pictures of my Zhuoma. If they don’t, I’ll make trouble for you.”

Zha Cuo watched Wang Yan taking pictures with his camera and started muttering to himself. Beside his bed, the girl was posing for photos.

"You look best when you don't say anything."

Wang Yan was taking pictures of Zha Cuo in the hospital room.

This was at Zhacuo's request, saying that his wife, Zhuoma, had taken care of him tirelessly while he was bedridden, and this scene needed to be recorded so that they could tell their children the story later. At that moment, his wife blushed, her face turning eight degrees redder than the high-altitude rosy cheeks.

Zha Cuo said, "I heard you went to Xiao Yan's house. How did it go? Are her family happy with you?"

"Of course I'm satisfied," Wang Yan said with a smile. "Yesterday, I got Xiao Yan's dad and her brother completely drunk."

“That’s very satisfying.” Zha Cuo nodded. He knew Wang Yan could drink a lot because they had sparred together before.

After a few laughs and jokes, Zhacuo sighed, "It's a pity, I guess I won't be able to go into the mountains with you for another month or two."

"They say it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, at least three months."

While chatting with Zhacuo, Wang Yan took photos of Zhacuo and his daughter Zhuoma in the hospital room.

While Wang Yan chatted idly with Zha Cuo, Dorje was attending a county meeting.

There were only a few people present, just the county's standing committee members who had the final say, but the content of the meeting was different from usual.

Because Dorje was the deputy county head, he was targeted and killed by poachers in a planned manner.

This kind of attack on a cadre could be considered a terrorist act. Even if the county government doesn't support Dorje's protection of Bolamula, they simply cannot stand idly by while Dorje is being attacked like this…

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