Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 92 Faith
Wei Xuan's safe return greatly boosted morale, and the soldiers of the rescue team cheered and applauded, and their voices echoed in the mountains.

"Weiying, the headquarters has sent a helicopter to pick it up, you and your sister-in-law are the first to ride." After contacting the headquarters and explaining the situation, the captain told Wei Xuan.

Wei Xuan shook his head, his deep voice was slightly hoarse, "Let the people ride first. I have visited Daniu Village, and all the staff have been transferred, so there is no need to go there."

Song Zhiwei finally came to her senses at this moment, raised her head from his arms, and asked anxiously, "Are you injured? Let's go down first and let the military doctor show you."

Wei Xuan shook his head, "I'm fine."

His hand inadvertently held the wound on Song Zhiwei's arm, and she gasped involuntarily.

Wei Xuan immediately pulled her arm and saw that there was a red and swollen area on the slender arm. In addition to the contusion, there was also a long and thin wound. Apparently, there was a lot of blood.

"Sister-in-law, when did you get injured?" The captain also saw the injury on her arm, and immediately blamed himself.

Because Song Zhiwei was covered by the raincoat and it was dark, they didn't even notice that she was injured.

"It's just a small injury." Song Zhiwei smiled disapprovingly at the captain, "I got scratched while crossing the river, so it's fine."

"The river is so dirty, if the wound is not treated cleanly, it may become infected." The captain said anxiously, "Sister-in-law, let the medical team help you deal with it."

Song Zhiwei wanted to deal with it after she went back, but Wei Xuan had already dragged her down the slope.

The way down seemed much easier than the way up. Under Wei Xuan's guidance, she followed him closely, and his broad shoulders gave her an endless sense of security.

When they reached the flat ground, Wei Xuan directly picked her up and strode forward.

"You let me down, there are so many people watching." Song Zhiwei blushed all of a sudden, and lightly thumped Wei Xuan on the shoulder.

Wei Xuan acted as if he hadn't heard it, and hurried back to the rescue team's location.

Everyone was laughing, but no one was booing. They all cast envious and blessed eyes.

The military doctor checked Song Zhiwei's wound, gave her a tetanus shot and antibiotics, and was about to apply medicine to her wound.

Wei Xuan stretched out his hand, motioning for him to come.

The military doctor smiled "reasonably", handed the medicine and cotton swabs to Wei Xuan, explained a few words, and walked away.

In normal training, it is unavoidable to apply medicine on your own when you are injured, so Wei Xuan's technique is not unfamiliar, but the medicine itself is a bit irritating. When you apply it on a wound that has not yet scabbed, Song Zhiwei can't help but bark her teeth in pain.

"Does it hurt?" He stopped applying the medicine, and looked up at her, those black eyes that were seldom emotional were full of distress.

"It doesn't hurt." Song Zhiwei shook her head, a pair of eyes like the midnight stars filled with a smile.

The wound actually hurt, but her heart was so sweet that she couldn't care less about the insignificant pain.

He lowered his eyes and continued to apply the medicine, but the force was even lighter than before.

The wind in the mountains was so strong that it rustled the leaves.

But she was completely protected by his body, and she didn't feel the cold at all.

"Why did you come?" Suddenly, he asked.

Song Zhiwei was still staring at his brows and eyes stupidly, unable to react to his words for a while.

"Ah, I'm here to make up for the shortage of medical staff." She thought he was asking why she came here.

After the medicine was applied and the lid of the medicine was screwed on, Wei Xuan looked up at her again, "Why don't you stay at home? It's dangerous here."

It turned out that he was asking her why she traveled all the way to this city.

Her nose suddenly became sour, and Song Zhiwei remembered the days when she was worried about him, and she still has lingering fears.

She stared into his eyes, and her eyes couldn't help turning red: "Because of you. Commissar Yu called me and told me that you were missing. I didn't believe it, so I came here with the army. I know you must still be alive, so I Wait for your safe return at the place closest to you."

Her words hit his heart like a bullet, and the man who was always indifferent to emotions couldn't help being moved.

The moment he saw her on the hillside, he thought he was wrong, because there was absolutely no reason for her to appear here.

But she really appeared, followed his comrades, crossed the high mountains with a weak body, walked through the torrential floods, zigzagged in the rivers, and climbed hard on the slopes——

And all of what she did, all the hardships she experienced, were all for one belief, that is to see him.

Her hair was twisted into a ball by sweat and rain, her little face was dirty and covered with dust and mud, and the hand holding the scalpel was rubbed with blood blisters from stones.

She was tired, weak, and bruised, but she never flinched.

How lucky he was to meet such a woman.

"Fool." The steel-like man's voice became a little choked, and his rough palm stroked her hair and face. There were many words that could not be said, but they were all expressed in his eyes.

Compared with him, her emotions were vented much more freely, tears flowed, and her fingers carefully traced his outline, "How did you come here these days? You must have suffered a lot. Look at you His beard has grown so long, he seems to be several years old, it makes people feel distressed."

"Fool." He was still repeating these two words, but his eyes were slightly flushed, he held her head, and hugged her tightly, his heavy breathing and violent chest heaving revealed the man's forbearance .

After crying for a while, Song Zhiwei felt that since he had returned safely, she shouldn't cry anymore, otherwise it would be unlucky.

So she wiped away her tears, sobbed and said, "You can't scare me like this anymore, I don't want to become a family member of a martyr."

"En." Wei Xuan nodded solemnly.

After getting his promise, Song Zhiwei couldn't help crying again, "I don't believe your words. Next time you encounter this situation, you will save others first. But I don't want to quarrel with you. After receiving the phone call from Political Commissar Yu, I kept thinking, if you are really gone, and the last conversation between us was a quarrel, then I will have to die of guilt for the rest of my life? Wei Xuan, let's stop arguing Okay, let's not separate again."

"Okay." His arms wrapped her tighter, and he made a promise to her, "No more arguing, no more separation."

Under the moonlight, the husband and wife who had experienced the reunion of life and death hugged each other and cried, and the other people followed suit, secretly wiped the moist corners of their eyes, and left them the space to get along.

(End of this chapter)