On December 6, when Tian Xinmiao saw the letter he wrote to Kang Yongfeng, Ruan Haocheng woke up quietly.

"Haocheng, you're finally awake, you wait, I'll call a doctor."

"Zhiyun, where is this?"

He remembered waking up once in a gloomy basement.

Yes, there seems to be a middle-aged woman in her fifties who said that she saved him.

At that time, she seemed to ask him what his name was, and if he had any tokens.

He remembered giving her his epaulettes, and she went out.

And when she went out, he fell asleep again.

"Haocheng, this is the military hospital in the south, the doctor said that if you wake up, you must call them over as soon as possible."

Chen Ziqiang's voice came from his other side with some excitement.

Chen Zhiyun glanced back at Ruan Haocheng, and then hurriedly rushed out of the ward.

Ruan Haocheng felt that he was in pain all over his body, especially the pain in the right groin.

He tried to move his arm, well, it was okay, although it hurt a little, but it seemed to be able to bear it.

He tried to move his left leg again, and fortunately, although he was injured, he was able to bend up.

But as he tried to lift his right leg, a tingling pain came from the groin position.

"Haocheng, your wound hasn't healed yet, you can't move."

Patronizing the happy Chen Ziqiang, he found that Ruan Haocheng was trying to move his right leg that had undergone surgery.

The two doctors hurried over and examined the wounds on Ruan Haocheng's body, especially the right groin where they had surgery.

"The infection has been controlled, it is finally under control, and now it will be fine, and it will recover after a while."

The younger doctor seemed to be a little excited, and said in a loud voice after checking it.

The old doctor, who was about fifty years old, didn't seem to loosen his brow much, "I've finally passed the dangerous period, let's wait for a period of recovery before I get checked!" ”

When he took over the wounded, he felt strange that the wound was so infected that the person who had been in a coma for more than ten days with a fever had survived.

Maybe if it's a day or two too late, he won't be able to survive.

The two doctors explained to Chen Zhiyun and Chen Ziqiang the precautions when taking care of them, and then left.

Ruan Haocheng was a little confused in his heart, he always felt that his eyelids were a little heavy, and at the moment when he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Chen Zhiyun fixedly.

"Zhiyun, is there any letter from me?"

When he was unconscious, he always thought of his daughter-in-law's call in his ears, 'Silly boy, you have to come back, you must come back, if I don't have you, what will I do?' ''Silly boy, my silly boy, where are you now, tell me you're fine now, okay?'' ''Haocheng, your daughter-in-law is waiting for you at home, you must live, come back alive, come back to love me, spoil me, love me...'

"Haocheng, the doctor said, you have to pay more attention to rest now, you can't be tired."

"Zhiyun, just let me take a look."

Looking at the strong longing in his eyes, Chen Zhiyun really couldn't bear it, so he took out four letters from the drawer, opened the latest one, took out the letterhead, unfolded it, and handed it to Ruan Haocheng's hand that was lifted with difficulty.

"Haocheng, I miss you, your daughter-in-law misses you, the kind that you want to think about very much, you must protect yourself, you must know that your daughter-in-law can't live without you..."

Suddenly, Ruan Haocheng's eyes were filled with tears, "Daughter-in-law, I'm still alive, I'm still alive, I can read your letter again, it's good, it's good to be alive, it's good to be able to read your letter." ”