C2 Language Disorder

As usual, on the third day after waking up from her coma, Zhuang Wenjie saw darkness the moment she opened her eyes. She knew it wasn't because it was too dark, it wasn't because the hospital room wasn't lit, but because she had been blinded.

Her name was Zhuang Wenjie, but she was clearly no longer that 'dumb genius doctor' from before. Instead, she had somehow borrowed a body to return the soul to the body, turning into a woman with the same surname as her.

The woman was a grumpy, self-willed woman with a husband and an invisible blind man — all of which she had overheard from the gossip of the nurse.

Hearing everyone's accents, she speculated that she was currently in the JL Province, which was once known as the industrial base of the northeast and also the largest food production area. Furthermore, people here didn't use cell phones, if they wanted to call, they would have to go to the reception room, there was a public phone there, and the scariest thing was … The loudspeakers outside the hospital played a military song at noon every day, such as "Red Star follows me to fight", "Hero's Praise", "Night at Port", "The Prestige of Blood Dyeing", "Lei Feng, Our Comrade", and so on … These songs had a sense of time to them.

She knew that her body was blind, but not dumb. The mute disease of her past life had been a flaw in her life, and now she was mute, but instead she suffered from language problems. She tried to speak, but her mouth moved and her throat did not obey her, as if her tongue had been bitten off by a cat.

In addition, every morning she could hear some soldiers shouting their slogans in the distance, and her understanding of her situation deepened.

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"Aiya, I'm so annoyed," came the voice of a nurse from outside the door. "My family wants to buy a bicycle, but I don't have a bicycle ticket, my brother has to walk ten miles to school every day, and his feet are soaked in blood. My mom is worried about this, so she asked if anyone in our hospital can get a bicycle ticket, but where should I go?

The corner of Zhuang Wenjie's mouth twitched as she lay on the sickbed. She thought to herself, 'Could it be that I've crossed the line for decades?' Buying a bicycle required a ticket, so wouldn't that mean he was reborn in the era of food stamps?

At this time, she heard the sound of steady footsteps. Because she couldn't see, her hearing, sense of smell, taste, and sense of touch were all magnified by many times. The sound of footsteps was the one that came to her room the most frequently these days, apart from the doctors and nurses.

Three times in the morning, midnight, and evening. Every time, it was always punctual, never delaying. It was even more punctual than punching cards at work.

Battalion Commander Yan pushed the door and walked into the ward, "Today's breakfast is millet porridge. I also brought a few steamed buns with pork and celery stuffing."

He put the breakfast on the cabinet beside the bed. First, he helped Zhuang Wenjie sit up and intimately stuffed a pillow behind her back so she could sit comfortably. Then he poured some boiled water from an enamel jar for her to dry.

"Would you like some porridge or steamed buns first?"

He sat on the chair, staring at Zhuang Wenjie with his dark eyes. Even if Zhuang Wenjie couldn't see him, his eyes were still too sharp, too piercing, causing her skin to feel stabs of pain, and his own presence was also very strong. Even though one of them was sitting on the bed, the other was sitting on the chair by the bed, but the male hormone from his body almost drowned her.

Her lips moved slightly. She wanted to open her mouth to reply, but she failed once more.

The language barrier is really a headache!

"Steamed Bun's skin is too dry. Let's drink some porridge first."

Battalion Commander Yan had made up his mind for her, so he handed over a big box of golden, soft, millet porridge.

She had never been a blind person, so when she ate, it was not going well. The spoon first touched the lunchbox, then slowly moved towards the congee, and after scooping it for a while, she slowly brought it to her lips, but the stick suddenly moved, and the spoon stuck on her cheek. The congee was so hot that her cheek twitched.

"Be careful!"

Battalion Commander Yan picked up the handkerchief and wiped away the congee on her face. Her skin was very white and a bit red after being scalded.

"Let me do it."

Battalion Commander Yan sighed in his heart. After grabbing the lunchbox and spoon, he started to feed the porridge to Zhuang Wenjie.

She suddenly realized that the most frightening thing was not the disease, but the fact that she could not see anything and could not even take care of herself. She felt really depressed.

"Hur hur, Brother Yan is busy?" At this moment, Instructor Liu's voice came from outside the door. Battalion Commander Yan turned around and saw Liu Jiangtao, who lived next door, walking in with a bag of pastries …

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After Liu Jiangtao entered the door, he casually glanced at Zhuang Wenjie who was lying on the bed, and it was as if needles were hidden in his eyes: "Brother Yan, I'm sorry, I just found out about sister-in-law. That stinking brat of mine caused trouble, and his mother was afraid that I would beat him up. However, as adults, we can't be as fussy as a little child, right?

Zhuang Wenjie frowned. She didn't like this person. His voice sounded very gentle, but it was very overbearing. He didn't seem like he was here to apologize. Rather, it sounded more like he was under pressure.

Battalion Commander Yan was expressionless. He turned around and continued to feed the porridge to Zhuang Wenjie. It would have been alright if there were only two people in the room, but now that they were in front of an outsider, Zhuang Wenjie felt a little embarrassed.

Battalion Commander Yan gave her a bun and then stood up to look at Liu Jiangtao.

"Instructor Liu is too polite. I remember that your kid is also eleven years old this year, right?"

Liu Jiangtao's face turned sullen, "He's only eleven, and he's still a kid. Come, come, come, brother, there is a box of pastries in here, as well as five kilograms of flour and the eggs raised at home.

With a cold face, Battalion Commander Yan looked at the bag Liu Jiangtao gave him indifferently. Without taking the bag, he looked back at Liu Jiangtao's face.

Both families had family members, and the dorms were next to each other, just a wall away. Liu Jiangtao's son, Liu Hai Sheng, was eleven years old this year, but that brat was very mischievous. Usually, he would vent his anger at the same time as the Liu family's sister-in-law, Chen Yuxiu, and look down on Zhuang Wenjie. This family knew that Zhuang Wenjie was blind and blind, but he had listened to Zhuang Wenjie's nagging quite a lot in the past, such as how the people next door bullied her, everywhere. Although he did not like his wife, his family could not be bullied by outsiders, so he had mentioned it to Liu Jiangtao many times.

"Wenjie is my lover. She fell down the stairs and fainted in the hospital for many days. She almost couldn't wake up. The injury had not healed yet, so even if it healed, there would still be a large scar on the back of his head. Hai Sheng was eleven years old this year, so he can be considered not young. In my hometown, isn't it hard to take care of someone as young as Hai Sheng? to be able to work as an adult labourer. "