Chen Jing was embarrassed.

He hurt his lungs, not his kidneys!

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Half a month later.

The entire disaster relief campaign is complete.

The flag was lowered to half as a sign of mourning.

The person in charge of the post-disaster reconstruction has changed, and Qi Xingyan's whole person has long been exhausted, for several months, the man who has been on the front line, standing up to the sky, facing the scene of those wives being separated, the tenderness in his heart was suddenly stimulated, and his nerves were tense for several months, and as soon as he returned to the imperial capital, he launched a high fever.

Yi Zhantong took care of it himself for seven days.

Finally, on the seventh night, when she returned, he leaned quietly on the windowsill and looked at the cigarette from his fingertips.

A faint smoke swirled around him, obscuring half of his face, and his thinly carved facial features looked very hazy.

The thin clothes outlined his figure in the winter season.

As soon as Yi Zhantong's fingers touched him, he felt that his body immediately stiffened a little.

She snatched his cigarette, put it between her lips, sniffed deeply, and spat out a circle of smoke from her red lips, "Paralyzed?" ”

She naturally knew that he needed to relax.

Many soldiers just can't stand the pressure and end up suffering from strange diseases.

Especially at the moment, he personally rescued on the front line, but because during the rescue process, he first went into the narrow gap to save the old man, and when he went in to save the old man's grandson, the grandson had lost the best rescue opportunity and died.

The old man put all the blame on him, slandering him in all sorts of unpleasant language, saying that he was sorry for his identity, sorry for the people, that he was not in command properly, that he was not worthy to sit in that position, taking the money of these people, but not caring for the life of her grandson.

No matter how many people persuaded the old man, the old man still cried routinely in front of Qi Xingyan every day, "one crying, two troubles and three hangings", this kind of drama was staged countless times in front of Qi Xingyan, every day as soon as he came out of the tent, the old man blocked in front of him, and in the end she directly smashed it with a stone.

Qi Xingyan didn't hide.

The steel body stood straight.

Almost no one knew better than Yi Zhantong that the pressure he was under in his heart, he thought that not hiding would make the old man feel more comfortable, but the old man became even worse, and one night, he almost burned his tent.

Rural people are superstitious, and they believe it when they are told by the old man that "his grandson is possessed".

Everyone felt that Sun Tzu's death was Qi Xingyan's fault, that he had improper command and poor rescue, and that he and his soldiers despised him for worthlessness.

It doesn't make sense to reason with such a person, and all the pressure is borne by him personally.

He even paid a large amount of alimony to the old man out of his own pocket, but this behavior seemed to outsiders to be a sign of guilt, and a gossip reporter suddenly exposed the news.

In an instant, all the invective on the Internet came over, accusing the government of sending some inefficient people, and if they were replaced with efficient ones, the number of people who would survive would definitely be doubled.

The keyboard warriors did not go to the scene in person, hiding on the screen and speculating, and Qi Xingyan didn't want to make any explanation, so he endured it alone, especially when this pressure rose to President Qi.

Many blamed him for not stepping down.

The night was more silent than the previous rescue.

Qi Xingyan was obviously not used to it, he leaned against the window, a pair of cool eyes stared at her fixedly, and his brows were lightly furrowed because of the smoke.

Yi Zhantong took his hand: "You don't have to bear anything for those people, you did the right thing." ”

She looked down at the cigarette in her hand until it burned out before pulling him to the bathroom.

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