C1 Rebirth

JL Provincial Military District Hospital.

"Creak —!" A screeching braking sound came from the car. The man was wearing a thundering cap and an army coat, and he was 188 years old. He was tall and slender, with a cold and determined face. His black military boots were crunching in the snow.

It was the fourth day of the new month, and it had just snowed. The moment the door opened, a chill ran through the air.

The doctor on duty, who was napping, suddenly quivered. When he saw who it was, he quickly went up and greeted, "Battalion Commander Yan, this way, please!"

"Is she all right?" The man's voice was sexy and low, like the vibrations of a bass cannon. His facial features were sharp and clear. At this moment, his lips were slightly pursed, making him look extremely solemn. The bloodlust that came from his bones was even more shocking.

"Ai..." He said, "I'm not awake. It's been eight or nine days and I don't think the situation is optimistic. You'd better be mentally prepared. I think you might want to become a vegetable."

Battalion Commander Yan's jaw tightened. Years ago, he was going to bring his wife back to their hometown for the new year, but for the next mission, he left for more than ten days. Earlier, when he had returned to the army to report on his duty, he had heard that she had been hospitalized and had come over, but it had not occurred to him that her condition was so serious.

The doctor beside him had to run to keep up with him.

He pressed between his eyebrows and asked in a solemn voice, "What exactly happened?"

That day, I groped my way downstairs to throw away the trash. Hai Sheng was once again rash, so he bumped into her from behind. She fell down the stairs, and hit her head so hard that it bled.

Battalion Commander Yan's heart sank as he quickened his pace.

"Eh? Battalion Commander Yan, slow down a bit! "

The doctor gasped for breath and peeked at Battalion Commander Yan's cold face. He thought to himself, what a pity.

After the two of them got married, at the beginning, the blind man stayed at their hometown. However, because of the poor character of the blind man, the hometown was so full of grievances that the family could not take it anymore and sent a message over.

Battalion Commander Yan couldn't do anything about it, so he could only take the man over to follow the army. However, the blind man was always fussing over everything and causing trouble, just like a troublemaker. It would be weird if the couple had a good relationship.

If it was anyone else, they would have to beat her up eight times a day. However, Battalion Commander Yan had to endure it and never let the blind man blush a single time. Usually, when the blind man scolded, Battalion Commander Yan wouldn't say a word. If he was angry, he would just go downstairs and run around. He never complained to the blind man, and his temper was even better.

But such a good man had to marry such a wife. It was like a flower stuck in cow dung.

Of course, Battalion Commander Yan was the flower and the blind man was the unbearably smelly cow dung.

— —

He walked through the long corridor of the hospital and entered a ward. The woman's head was wrapped in a gauze net, as if she was asleep.

Recalling the doctor's reminder to him, Battalion Commander Yan understood that since he hasn't woken up for eight or nine days, he's probably going to become a vegetable.

His wife was someone who was insensible, and this wife was neither someone he loved nor someone he had chosen himself. However, since he had married her, it was his responsibility. As a man who had shoulders, he had to shoulder it.

However, looking at the unconscious woman on the sickbed, he sighed in his heart.

It looked like he had done something wrong.

If he had known about this earlier, he might as well have kept her back at his hometown. With his parents and siblings, he could have taken care of her and saved her from turning into a half-dead body.

He took off his Lei Feng hat and sat on the chair, thinking of many things in that split-second.

At the same time, the woman's eyelashes trembled. When Zhuang Wenjie opened her eyes, she saw boundless darkness surrounding her, and her heart skipped a beat.

"..." You're awake? "

A calm and collected voice rang out. The man's voice was the type that she liked. She 'looked' at the man, but there was still a large patch of darkness in front of her. She was a little confused, wondering where she was, why didn't she turn on the lights?

"Doctor Li, Wenjie is awake!"

She heard the man get up and go out. His steps were steady, step by step, like he was stepping on people's hearts.

Zhuang Wenjie closed her eyes and opened them again, but she still couldn't see it.

Thinking about how the man called her 'Wenjie', she couldn't help but think, 'Could it be that the man knows me.'

Zhuang Wenjie's ambition was to become a diplomat, but because she was a mute, the ideal remained in her mind for the time being. However, she was unwilling to accept her fate. Thus, she had followed her grandfather to study Chinese medicine and even went to a western university. Her main purpose for doing this was because she wanted to cure her own congenital illness.

It was a pity that even though she was later crowned as the 'Mute Godly Doctor', she was still unable to cure her mute illness. As a doctor, she had saved the dying and helped the wounded. There were many doctors, but they couldn't cure her, so she felt helpless.

She remembered that XX County had been turned into a disaster zone by the earthquake. As a volunteer doctor, she went to the disaster area to provide support, but it was about 2 PM, she was in the middle of a suturing procedure for a patient when the aftershock suddenly struck. Before she could react, the makeshift operating room collapsed and something fell.

Hm?

Zhuang Wenjie was shocked. She quickly touched her chest, but in the next moment, she was stunned again. What were these two lumps of meat? If she remembered correctly, she seemed, seemed, like, to have come to a flat-chested airport?

— —

Battalion Commander Yan called the doctor, and the moment he returned to the ward, he saw his wife holding onto her chest in a daze. Her big eyes were empty and dull, but her expression was very threatening, as if she was puzzled, puzzled, and thinking about something very serious.

"What's wrong?"

he asked.

She opened her mouth, then closed it again.

Zhuang Wenjie now had many questions that she needed to answer, such as why she couldn't see, why her chest suddenly had two lumps of flesh, but she was dumb. She wanted to gesture with her hand, but the man held her down with his left hand.

"Watch out for needles." The man said.

Because she could not see with her eyes, her sense of touch had become even sharper.

She could feel that the man's hands were very big, his fingertips were a little rough, they were covered with calluses, and those calluses caused her to be slightly stunned. She remembered that she had once treated some patients who were more specialized in their jobs, and those patients, because they had been touching guns all year round, their fingers were just like this man's. They were a little rough, a little rough, and she couldn't help but make guesses about the man's identity and occupation.

Finally, she heard one of the doctors say, "Younger Sister-in-law is fine, I was afraid that she's unconscious, and now that she's awake, the injury on her head will be healed as long as she recovers, but later on it's best to use some sort of instrument to make a precise check, after she wakes up, she doesn't look right, I suspect there's something wrong with her."

The doctor touched his temple and Battalion Commander Yan looked back at his daughter-in-law on the bed. He saw Zhuang Wenjie's mouth open slightly as if she heard something inconceivable.

She was reborn!?