282. Critical telegram

Mingyuan sat in his seat and took a deep breath, "His grandmother's, I'm about to suffothe. Our ** body is just a little better, and she began to look for trouble. It's really better to report to her ancestors."

Mingyuan wants to say that it's better to die, so as not to live and harm others, but after all, he is a grandson. It's still a little inappropriate to say the word dead, so he can only change the word.

Wang Qian couldn't help smiling when she saw her brother's appearance. "Brother, she is a matter of time. Such a person is not worth remembering for a lifetime. Just throw her away like throwing garbage. We should remember those beautiful, clean and warm things in our hearts."

When Geng Lianhua went back at noon, she saw her daughter's thin and pale touch and wiped her tears sadly. "Dear, aren't you just serving your mother-in-law? Why has it become like this? Is she tossing you again? This old woman, this old woman, give her an old face like this. Wait Well, I can't scold her. What is it? My good daughter said she would toss around. I can't bear it.

Wang Zhenhe really felt guilty in the face of his mother-in-law, "Mom, there is no future. From today on, the old lady will not let her come in again at the door of our house. I don't have this mother in this world."

Geng Lianhua was shocked by Wang Zhenhe's words. She knew that this son-in-law was filial. It was incredible to hear this sentence from his mouth, whether it was resentful or hateful, but Wang Zhenhe never admitted in front of outsiders that he did not have this **.

"Zanhe, what's wrong?"

Wang Zhenhe looked at his daughter-in-law with some embarrassment, "Mom, let your daughter say it. It's a big joke. I've never seen such a person."

Zhang Lan pulled Geng Lianhua to talk about Zhu Qiyu pretending to be ill. The old lady couldn't help but be angry when she heard this, "You said that your mother-in-law is such an old person. It's not easy to pretend to be lame. She is not afraid of being lame all her life. It's

Geng Lianhua said a few words. I really can't find a suitable word to describe this in-laws. There are few such mothers in the world.

"Forget it, let's not talk about your mother, daughter. Mom will make you some delicious food at noon. Let's make up for it. I haven't seen my good daughter in a few days. I'm so thin. Mom must make it up for you."

At noon, Mingyuan also shed tears when he saw Zhang Lan. He felt sorry for him.

"Good son, let's not cry. Isn't mom good? Mom will be with you in the city in the future."

The child's tears are burning and Zhang Lan's heart hurts. She can suffer anything, but she can't see her child being wronged. In those years, several children have been wronged enough. Now that life is just over, she doesn't want the children in her family to cry for such a thing again.

Wipe away the child's tears. "We are all men. Men can't shed tears."

Mingyuan was embarrassed to lie in her arms when she said, "Mom, it's good to have you."

Geng Lianhua made a meal and greeted everyone to help bring the food in quickly. With Zhang Lan at home, the brother and sister felt that it was like a family, otherwise both of them would be in decline in those days.

"Mom, let Zhenhe take you back tomorrow morning. I'm worried about my father alone at home. You just go back when he goes to carry the goods. I'm still in the store. I feel fine now."

Geng Lianhua was not only worried about her daughter's health, but also worried about her family. Under the repeated persuasion of Wang Zhenhe and his wife, she left the next day.

In a blink of an eye, it was the cold winter month. During this period, she had not received a letter from Zhang Weiguo. Zhang Lan always felt that there was no decline in her heart, as if something was going to happen.

In the early morning, when the family just got up, Wang Mingshan drove a tractor and ran over, "Third aunt, the telegram from your family seems that something happened to Uncle Wei."

Zhang Lan opened the telegram and fainted directly when she saw the content above. Wang Zhenhe was busy taking care of his wife. Wang Qian picked up the telegram that fell to the ground. When she opened it, it turned out to be Mr. Wu who sent it, "Wei Guo is critically ill. Come and see me quickly."

A burst of thunder exploded in his mind in an instant. This telegram can be sent by the old man, which means that his uncle can't do it anymore. This is the last time they come to see him.

"Brother, give me a hand." Mingyuan grabbed her body from behind and calmed down. No matter whether her brother-in-law is dead or alive, they have to have a look, but who should go? She must go. No matter whether her uncle can save her or not, she wants to try. As for her grandma Wang Qian, she is not sure whether the old man can withstand such a blow.

"Brother, you can find Uncle Yang and ask him to help us book three plane tickets. We have to get there as soon as possible. You take good class notes for me at home. I'm counting on you for my homework. You can also help me ask for leave from the school. To be honest, our uncle is a hero. They have to give it Yes, I'll contact you if there's anything. Go and do it quickly.

Now time is really equal to life.

Zhang Lan's other side is already awake, but she has been crying. She can't remember anything at this time. It's just an idea that her brother is dying and is still waiting for them. After Wang Zhenhe sent his nephew away, he began to pack their luggage.

Wang Qian came to help. At noon, Yang Mingxuan hurried over and said, "Brother, you see that such a big thing has happened in your house. We can't help. This is the afternoon ticket. Just call me what's in your store. I'll ask Lao Cong to come and help. My mother and my wife will help you if In the store, call me if you have anything to do there, so that we can make preparations here.

Yang Mingxuan is also a soldier. Knowing that bullets are not eye-catching, even the old chief sent a telegram in person. I guess Zhang Weiguo really can't do it, but if there was a little hope, he would not send the news so quickly.

What Wang Zhenhe said at this time was superfluous. He just hugged Yang Mingxuan hard, "Brother Yang, I'll call you if I have something to do."

Wang Qian and Wang Zhenhe packed up and stopped. Cong Wei sent a car at this time. Hearing Lao Yang talk about the Wang family, he couldn't help much, but there was still no problem to get a car.

When the family rushed to the garrison of Zhang Weiguo's army, Wu Changyong had already sent people to wait.

"Comrade, how is Zhang Weiguo?"

Zhang Lan couldn't wait to inquire about her brother's situation. The soldier in charge of picking them up was a little cold. "Sister, don't be sad. Wei Guo is still unconscious at present. His head was hit by the shrapnel of the shell. After taking it out, he has been unconscious. It is said that it is edema "

The other party briefly introduced Zhang Weiguo's situation. In fact, he still had a lot to say. When the family saw it, he would know what was going on. He felt that it was cruel to say some things. Zhang Weiguo not only injured his head, but also had few places on his body.

When Zhang Lan and the others entered the ward, they saw a little nurse holding Zhang Weiguo's hand, and her eyes were already red with tears. Wang Qian's first feeling when she saw the other party, there must be something wrong here, but now it's not the time for her uncle to ask about these things.

When Zhang Lan saw the wrapped brother who was about to become a mummy, she endured tears all the way and burst out in an instant.

"Wei Guo..." He hugged his brother and began to howl.

The father and daughter couldn't help crying. At this time, Zhang Weiguo could not feel what was going on outside at all. He lay motionless and was full of tubes. He lay so quietly that he could not see the tears of his relatives and could not hear their calls.

"Are you a family member of Comrade Zhang Weiguo?"

When the little nurse saw the three of them, she asked with crying red eyes.

Wang Zhenhe nodded, "Yes, I'm his brother-in-law, this is her sister, and this is my daughter."

The little nurse cried out in a voice, "That's Qianqian. By the way, do you still have the ginseng for Wei Guo? This time, the Wei Guo can survive today by relying on the ginseng you gave. However, at the beginning, he almost divided the ginseng in order to save other comrades, and It's gone at all."

As soon as Zhang Lan heard this, she quickly got up from her brother's body, took Bai Jianing's hand and asked eagerly, "Comrade, do you mean that as long as someone has ginseng, my brother's will be all right?"

Bai Jianing shook his head quickly. "Sister, that's not what I mean. I mean, someone has participated as a supplement, at least to ensure that there is no problem with the vital signs of Wei Guo, and the rest depends on the doctor. I really can't say this, but the doctor here has tried his best to save it, and the It melted."

Wang Qian listened for a long time. The relationship between the little nurse and his little uncle must be unusual. Otherwise, how could the ginseng she sent to her uncle reach her, and her tone of calling Zhang Weiguo was also quite intimate.

"Auntie, can I know your name? We can come to you for help if we have anything to do in the future."

Bai Jianing looked at her gently, "Jianqian, my name is Bai Jianing. You can call me Aunt Bai in the future."

Bai Jianing gently rubbed her hair. This little girl is the most precious nephew in Zhang Weiguo's mouth. She has heard a lot about the great achievements of the little girl.

"Jianqian, you and your parents are waiting here. Auntie is going to get you some food to eat."

As soon as Bai Jianing left, Zhang Lan couldn't wait to say, "Jianqian, you take out two ginsengs for your uncle, but you can't drink them. We also need to find a way to pour them in. It's important to save our lives first."

Fortunately, they were in the intensive care ward. There was no one else except Zhang Weiguo himself. Wang Qian flashed into the space and dug out two ginsengs. The large ginseng also emitted a fragrance of medicine. She washed and dried it in the space before taking it out.

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