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"Wenhui, I saw that the supply and marketing cooperative has dark blue, half-length cotton coats with fleece lining. They're very warm. I'll buy you one to wear when you go home for the New Year," Qiaoqiao said while busy in the kitchen.

Do you have it?

Qiaoqiao wiped her hands and walked over to Zhou Wenhui with a smile: "I've done the math. We have five hundred yuan left from the royalties. After deducting the cost of buying books and postage, we'll still have over four hundred left. You buy one, and I'll buy one, okay?"

Zhou Wenhui gently pinched Qiaoqiao's nose: "I think it's a good idea. You should also buy a pair of nylon long underwear; it's very cold in the countryside."

"Okay, it's settled then. I've been saving up my cloth ration coupons for months, I'll go buy some tomorrow. You should go too, see if you like the color?"

"it is good."

A new coat costs thirty or forty yuan, and there's a reason it's expensive; it's as thick as cotton wool.

Qiaoqiao went to the supply and marketing cooperative several times, liked it very much, but felt it was too expensive, and kept struggling with the decision.

Since Zhou Wenhui supported her, she made up her mind.

Qiaoqiao happily went to the vegetable garden and picked two radishes. That evening, she made pork bone and radish soup. Following Sister Liu's example, she spent one pound of meat coupons to buy three pounds of bones. Although there wasn't much meat, the soup was very delicious.

He cooked some more porridge, but her stomach was upset and she couldn't eat it. Zhou Wenhui wanted her to eat well.

The soup wasn't ready yet when someone knocked on the wooden door of the courtyard. In this freezing weather, who could it be?

Qiaoqiao put on her cotton-padded coat and hat, and hurriedly went to open the door: "Coming, coming!"

Upon opening the door, several people in military uniforms stood there, each with a serious expression.

Qiaoqiao trembled: "Who are you? My in-laws..."

"Hello, is Comrade Zhou Wenhui at home?" asked an elderly officer with many stars on his military uniform shoulder insignia.

"Yes, yes, please come in."

Qiaoqiao had a premonition that something might have happened to her in-laws because so many leaders had come at once.

As Zhou Wenhui watched the leaders file in, the book in his hand fell to the ground, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Comrade Zhou Wenhui, don't worry. Your father is injured and is being treated at the Beijing Military Region Hospital. The military is preparing to send him to the Soviet Union for treatment. Take some clothes and come with us to Beijing to see your father," the old commander said.

"Uncle Pu, where's my mom?" Zhou Wenhui's lips twitched.

"Comrade Luo Meiyun is taking care of your father in the hospital."

Zhou Wenhui turned to Qiaoqiao and said, "Go get the clothes quickly, hurry..."

The old commander said, "Is she your wife? Since you have difficulty walking, let your wife come with you. We'll send you to Beijing by military plane."

Qiaoqiao's mind went blank. She quickly ran into the house, grabbed a few clothes haphazardly, and took all the cash and bankbooks in the house. She quickly said, "Okay, that's enough."

Remembering that bones were still simmering in the kitchen, I hurried to turn off the air damper on the coal stove.

When they arrived at the gate, Qiaoqiao saw Yu Fu there and gave him the house key: "Yu Fu, please look after the house for me."

"Okay, don't worry, sister-in-law."

In just over ten minutes, Zhou Wenhui and Qiaoqiao got into the car and drove to the military headquarters.

On the way, the old leader said, "I called your home at noon, but the line was busy the whole time, which made things a bit rushed."

"Why is my phone busy? We didn't make or answer any calls."

The old commander paused for a moment, then said to the soldier driving the car, "You contacted the communications headquarters and asked why Commander Zhou's phone line was always busy."

"Yes."

"Uncle Pu, my dad..." Zhou Wenhui asked again; he had no choice but to.

"Your father led Division A, which was always on the front line. They held out for thirty days. During the final offensive, he was shot three times while protecting the police officers around him."

A bullet to the chest is quite dangerous; no one in Beijing dared to remove it, so… Wenhui, don't worry, the Soviet Union has top-notch experts, and we will do everything we can to save your father.”

Qiaoqiao didn't dare to ask any more questions, she just hugged Zhou Wenhui tightly, his body was trembling.

"Wenhui, you are also a soldier. When you get to Beijing, you need to control your emotions. Your mother followed your father from the front line to Beijing. She is very tired and needs your comfort."

"Yes, thank you for reminding me, Uncle Pu."

They soon arrived at the military airfield. The old commander saw Zhou Wenhui and Qiaoqiao off onto the military plane, saying, "Someone will pick you up when you get to Beijing. Don't worry, children, be strong."

Zhou Wenhui, seated, saluted: "Thank you for your concern, sir."

The plane took off with a strong turbulence, and Qiaoqiao's ears were ringing and her head was throbbing.

Once at high altitude and the plane stabilized, Qiaoqiao vomited again, much to her dismay. The air force soldier said, "It's okay, just vomit on the ground."

Qiaoqiao hated herself; at crucial moments, she kept causing trouble.

Zhou Wenhui used his sleeve to wipe Qiaoqiao's mouth, and the air force soldiers gave them their water bottles.

They left in such a hurry that they didn't even bring water.

Upon arriving in Beijing, two jeeps were waiting at the airport. Zhou Wenhui and Qiaoqiao got into the jeeps and drove to a military hospital.

Qiaoqiao thought she would feel better after getting off the plane, but she vomited the whole way. Zhou Wenhui had no time to be sad and was busy taking care of Qiaoqiao.

The accompanying leaders kept pouring water and getting tissues, and the car reeked.

When they arrived at the hospital, Qiaoqiao was almost exhausted, but she forced herself to go to the cadre ward.

We've arrived! We've arrived! There were no earth-shattering cries, only a middle-aged man with bandages wrapped around his upper body and a cast on his leg, lying quietly on the hospital bed.

"dad……"

Before she even entered the door, Qiaoqiao choked up and cried out.

Hearing the noise, Luo Meiyun turned around and saw her son and daughter-in-law.

Luo Meiyun rushed forward and hugged Zhou Wenhui in his wheelchair, saying gently, "It's okay, son, Dad will get better."

He then took Qiaoqiao's hand and said, "Come on, talk to your father and tell him that you've come to see him."

The leader pushed Zhou Wenhui to the bedside, and a hoarse cry of "Dad" brought tears to the eyes of everyone present.

Zhou Wenhui gripped his father's hand tightly and said, "Dad, you begged me to live, and today I beg you, you must live too. Not for yourself, but for your son, okay?"

Zhou Wenhui was overcome with grief and wailed uncontrollably.

Just like back then, Zhou Zhonghai begged Zhou Wenhui to live.

"Dad, you can hear me, right? Your son hasn't grown up yet, your son can't live without his father. You have to be strong, you can't give up, otherwise, your son will hate you."

On the other side of the hospital bed, Qiaoqiao looked at her dignified and imposing father-in-law, now lifeless, and couldn't help but sob softly, "Dad, you have to come back, you have to come back."

Qiaoqiao's heart was broken. She respected her father-in-law and revered him. She could not accept that her generous and kind father-in-law had left.

"Ugh..." Qiaoqiao cried so hard that she couldn't help but vomit again.

She hurried to the restroom, and Luo Meiyun followed: "Qiaoqiao, what's wrong? Are you sick?"

"I... Mom, I'm so useless. I can't help at all, and I keep throwing up." Qiaoqiao burst into tears in the bathroom.

"Qiaoqiao, no one can help with Daddy's injury, don't blame yourself. Come on, I'll go find a doctor to give you an IV drip. You were probably too nervous."

After saying that, he took Qiaoqiao out of the ward, found the doctor, and said, "Doctor, my daughter-in-law is exhausted from traveling and keeps vomiting. Could you give her an IV drip? She's feeling very unwell."

As she spoke, Qiaoqiao was about to vomit again.

The doctor looked at Qiaoqiao and asked, "When did you start vomiting?"

"I wasn't feeling well this morning, and when I found out my dad was injured this afternoon, I started vomiting as soon as I boarded the plane and have been vomiting ever since."

The doctor examined Qiaoqiao's tongue, listened to her heart with a stethoscope, and then asked, "Have you had your period?"

Qiaoqiao shook her head: "No."

Luo Meiyun was overjoyed and asked, "How long has it been since you last came?"

"I haven't been here since the last Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Qiaoqiao, you're pregnant."

Luo Meiyun happily shook Qiaoqiao's arms: "Tell Daddy that once he knows we have a grandson, he'll definitely pull through."

The doctor smiled and said, "Congratulations, Dr. Luo. Just to be on the safe side, you should still go see a gynecologist."

"Okay, okay, let's go to the gynecologist to get it checked out."

"Director Luo, please have a nurse take your daughter-in-law over there. Commander Zhou can't be left alone here."

"Qiaoqiao, go with the nurse. Mom will be waiting for you in the ward."

Qiaoqiao was stunned. She was pregnant. She was really pregnant?