A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

Zhang Yunxia and Ye Wenxi pushed Ding Jiahe away.

"Wang Hao, why don't you get some sleep first? We'll come over later."

"Alright! You guys go ahead, sister-in-law." Wang Hao mumbled, his mouth full of fruit that Zhang Yunxia had stuffed into his mouth.

The three returned to Ding Jiahe's hospital room. Ye Wenxi and Zhang Yunxia began taking things out one by one.

"You and Wang Hao can eat whatever you want."

Fruits, pastries, and local specialties from my hometown filled half the bed.

"I also brought you new clothes."

As she spoke, Ye Wenxi took out a bag from her parcel and carefully took out a red dress.

Whoosh—! A jolt.

The skirt spread out in the air, like a flower that suddenly bloomed.

This is a V-neck short-sleeved dress with a gradient color from light red to bright red.

The lightweight fabric has a beautiful drape yet remains stylish and chic.

The skirt is cinched at the waist and has a wide, flowing hem. When you lift the hem, you can see an extremely graceful curve.

I can imagine her twirling, her skirt billowing out like layers of petals.

The knee-length design perfectly exposes the calves, creating a neat and light look.

Ding Jiahe's hand holding the banana suddenly stopped.

She understood.

This dress was inspired by the kapok flower.

Ye Wenxi wanted to use the meaning of the flowers and the dress to praise her as a hero who was reborn from the ashes.

"And this, Aunt Li embroidered it for you."

Zhang Yunxia took out an item wrapped in a handkerchief from her bag, unfolded it layer by layer, revealing an embroidered wallet.

Embroidered with a plum blossom in the snow, blooming in full glory.

Ding Jiahe took it, looked down at it, and remained silent for a long time.

"It's so beautiful."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of startling something.

The ward suddenly fell silent.

In the past, when Ding Jiahe received new clothes, she would jump up and eagerly try them on, asking with a smile, "Does it look good? Does it look good?"

But now, she just stared at the wallet, her fingers gently tracing the embroidery threads.

Every patch of red reminded her of something.

I remember the dense forest that day, and the kapok flowers scattered all over the ground.

I remember the captain lying in a pool of blood, and those faces that will never return.

The ward suddenly fell silent.

Zhang Yunxia and Ye Wenxi quietly took in the changes in her expression.

Then came an indescribable heartache.

Because they suddenly understood.

Ding Jiahe returned alive, but she was not the "old Ding Jiahe" who returned.

She may never be able to jump as lightly as before, with only joy in her eyes.

But this is the burden that those who survive must bear.

Ding Jiahe looked up and smiled.

"Please put this away for me." Ding Jiahe handed the items to Ye Wenxi.

"Um."

"How much does your arm need to recover? Was any vital organs injured?"

As Ye Wenxi packed her things, she looked up and asked her.

Ding Jiahe turned to look out the window, then took a deep breath and sighed.

With that sigh, both she and Zhang Yunxia froze for a moment.

They stopped and waited for Ding Jiahe to say the next thing.

"I guess... I can never be a military doctor again."

Om-!

Their heads felt like they'd been hit by something, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end.

"How could this be? Didn't you say there were no bones broken?"

Zhang Yunxia pressed for answers anxiously, her voice trembling.

"It's only been a few days, you haven't recovered yet, don't scare yourself."

Ding Jiahe slowly turned her head, her gaze calm, but her voice was somewhat sore:

"Have you forgotten? I'm a doctor, I know my own body."

She gently raised her right arm, which was wrapped in gauze, with slow and careful movements. First, she gently bent and stretched her five fingers, then she held her right hand in front of her eyes, deliberately keeping it still.

This is the most basic and accurate self-test that surgeons use to assess neurological function, and she has repeated it countless times when no one is around.

"It's damage to the superficial branch and small motor branches of the radial nerve, not edema compressing it."

"I tested pain, touch, and two-point discrimination. The areas were fixed and the boundaries were clear, which indicates substantial nerve damage."

"The best outcome would be to retain basic motor functions, be able to write and use everyday tools normally, and be able to take care of oneself completely."

"but...."

Ding Jiahe spoke calmly, as if she were reading a verdict against herself.

"But... it's impossible to perform those precise movements with such accuracy anymore."

"Suture, stop bleeding, dissect..."

She paused, looking at her right hand.

"I can no longer hold the scalpel."

Ye Wenxi felt as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

A chill ran through her. She trembled as she reached out to grasp Ding Jiahe's hand.

He lowered his head, not daring to meet her gaze again.

This is unbelievable.

Ye Wenxi lowered her head, almost burying it in her chest, and large tears fell onto Ding Jiahe's arm and the back of her hand.

"Oh dear, why are you crying again?"

"If I can't do it, I can't do it. Have you forgotten? I didn't really want to do it in the first place."

Ding Jiahe smiled and spoke words of comfort to her in a soft voice.

But for Ye Wenxi, this irreversible wound inevitably made her think of her powerlessness and guilt.

Ding Jiahe saw Ye Wenxi remain silent, head bowed, clutching her hands, her shoulders trembling with sobs.

She tried many things to comfort Ye Wenxi, but to no avail.

Then, it seemed like they had run out of ideas.

I said what I was too embarrassed to say, but it was truly what I was thinking.

"Look at you, I'm serious, why don't you believe me? I'd rather work for your garment company than be a military doctor."

Ye Wenxi's twitching shoulders suddenly relaxed.

"Hmm?" She looked up.

That usually delicate little face was now scrunched up, with snot and tears streaming down her face.

"Mom, hurry up and wipe it off, don't let it fall on me."

"You're willing to work with me?" Ye Wenxi's eyes lit up, eagerly, as if she had grasped at some lifeline.

Ding Jiahe smiled, her expression serious, her eyes sparkling.

"Boss Ye, do you think... I'm qualified? Can you count me in as a partner?"

Ye Wenxi was stunned, her lips trembling slightly.

She lunged forward and grabbed her neck tightly.

"Ugh... fuck... let's do it together... ugh..."

"Get up! Don't smear your snot on me!" Ding Jiahe said, trying to push Ye Wenxi away in disgust.

"Sister Yunxia, ​​quickly pull her away!"

Zhang Yunxia's eyes were red, but she was laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

"Alright! Get up! If you can't be a medic, there are plenty of other things you can do. Let's do them together!"

She took out a handkerchief and wiped away Ye Wenxi's tears and snot.

"Pfft—" Ye Wenxi blew hard.

"You didn't resort to this drastic measure because you couldn't bear to part with Wang Hao, did you?" Ye Wenxi asked, sniffing.

Ding Jiahe rolled her eyes and laughed in an annoyance.

"fart!"

"It's not for men, I want to earn money with my sisters!"

"Yes! Let's make money together. Do you two want some fruit? I'll go wash it," Zhang Yunxia said with a smile.

"I want to try the yellow one," Ding Jiahe said, pointing to the loquat.

"Okay, wait."

Zhang Yunxia picked a few loquats and put them in a small basin.

Carrying the basin out of the ward and into the corridor, I saw several people surrounding a child.

She peeked inside: "Xiangyang?"

The little boy suddenly turned his head.

He squeezed through the crowd and grabbed Zhang Yunxia's trouser leg.

Her other small hand was tightly embracing the portrait.

"Comrade, is this your child?" the young nurse asked, puzzled.

"No...no," Zhang Yunxia replied.

"It seems to be the orphan of some martyr. I'll contact my superiors and ask about the situation."

"Could you please watch this child for me?"

The busy nurse said hurriedly.

"Okay! I'll keep an eye on him, I'll wait in room 405."

Zhang Yunxia, ​​without even washing the loquats, led Zhang Xiangyang to ward 405.

"Hmm? This child?" Ye Wenxi looked up. "He...?"

"Little friend, what brings you here?"

Zhang Xiangyang didn't speak, but turned to look at Zhang Yunxia.

"Did you come to see me?" Zhang Yunxia asked tentatively.

"Mm." Zhang Xiangyang nodded.

Zhang Yunxia felt as if something had clenched her heart, a mix of bitterness and tenderness welling up inside her.

Ding Jiahe was also taken aback and looked at Ye Wenxi.

"What happened?"

"It seems to be the orphan of a martyr. I met her at the door, but for some reason, there were no adults watching over her," Ye Wenxi guessed.

"Looks like they've been looking for us and finally found us here."

Zhang Yunxia took the portrait from Zhang Xiangyang's hand.

"Come on, let's put Dad over there for now."

She gently placed the portrait on the table, face up.

Ding Jiahe's gaze fell over there.

Then, he froze, his pupils suddenly contracting.

[Go home... Ding Jiahe, go home...]

Ding Jiahe's eyes instantly reddened, and her whole body trembled.

"Are you... are you Zhang Jiyong's son?"