[Chapter 57 Suggest rereading after buffering again, as details and background have been revised.]
Strictly speaking, Shi Suifeng’s injury was not considered very severe in his past battle records.
Although the stone shards from the explosion hit his head, and fragnts grazed his limbs, torso, and back extensively,
the dical conditions nowadays are far better than what they used to be.
After a brief rescue in the hospital, he was soon safely sent back to his ward.
The unit’s efficiency was very high, and although he lost a bit too much blood, it did not cause any major harm.
Next, he just needed to rest and recover for a while.
And when he woke up from the anesthesia, at this mont, the task force had already completed its mission.
Zhou Yong An was accompanying the three professors back with their latest invention. This ti, apart from a warrior being hit on the head by a big fish blown up by a landmine during demining, there were no casualties!
This was enough!
Shi Suifeng was overjoyed. At this mont, his blood was boiling with happiness.
——No matter how it turned out, they were all prepared for sacrifice. Now, they could all return unhard, which was the greatest comfort!
Compared to this, his minor injuries were insignificant.
He was instead grateful once again for his sixth sense.
If he hadn’t woken up in the middle of the night to save Professor Zheng, and the final data compilation was affected, delaying the invention, then...
How many more lives would have been lost to fill that gap?
Who isn’t soone else’s child? Who isn’t a pillar of support?
Everyone is willing to die without regret, but everyone also values their life.
At this ti, cautious yet sowhat hesitant footsteps suddenly ca from outside the room.
Shi Suifeng frowned slightly and slowly closed his eyes.
The footsteps were careful, completely unlike the hurried and bustling nurses.
He slowed his breathing, but his body tense slowly, pretending to be asleep.
A woman walked in.
The footsteps were light, and she seed sowhat thin.
As she approached him, she couldn’t help but exclaim:
"Wow!"
"It’s really Shi Suifeng!"
Her tone was joyful, devoid of malice.
Shi Suifeng’s mind paused—this voice was very familiar!
And this unknown woman beside him, no, judging by her voice, more like a girl.
At this mont, she had already started to laugh softly:
"Could this be the hint from the world’s will to ?"
"Must I hold onto the male protagonist?!"
Shi Suifeng imdiately rembered who she was—
The dream book traveler!
The village head’s daughter back ho, Wen Juan!
How did she end up here?
...
And at this mont,
Wen Juan was also sighing softly.
"Having spent so much effort and money to find work in such a faraway place, and yet still able to et him... et this world-renowned male protagonist, it must be a sign from the heavens!"
When she said this, she was quite confident, with a very positive mindset.
If Shi Suifeng didn’t know about the day he returned ho when Zhao Weihong had an unexpected stomachache, which was sohow related to Wen Juan, he might have thought she was just an innocent silly girl.
...
Here, Wen Juan was still rambling on.
She really had been repressing a lot.
The period literature she’s read are all happy endings, where at the very least, the heroine has a golden finger.
But what about her turn?
She was fortunate to be born into the village chief’s family, but even the village chief’s family couldn’t have white rice and noodles every al.
Now and then, they receive so chewy cornbread, which not only chokes her throat but also almost makes her roll her eyes every ti.
Even this is considered a good life.
Her parents’ biggest dream was for her to find a city person as a partner and enjoy the city life.
But after eting a few, even those who work officially at a coal yard, who are slackers, can look down on her rural family with disdain.
Pah!
Clearly a university student, yet unable to speak out at this mont.
Clearly with a stomach full of visions for the future, yet unable to use any of them.
Wen Juan felt like this whole ti travel ordeal was a joke.
Not to ntion the current resource shortages—everything requires coupons, and worse, so items are completely unobtainable!
She was an only child before, and in this current family, everyone says the village chief treats her well, but when she talked about spending money to find work through connections, her parents’ first reaction was—
"What kind of job? Can your brother do it?"
Wen Juan was almost furious to death.
The opportunity she painstakingly obtained through hard work and thought, and her parents asked like this the mont they opened their mouths.
If there’s another opportunity like this next ti, would she have to ask her second brother then?
After all, a married daughter is like spilled water, raising a daughter is just raising soone else’s loss-bearing goods, and any future benefits would have to go to her nephew, wouldn’t they?
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