"You child, how did you get hurt? Where did you get hurt? Mom, look." although Zhang Jie is eccentric to Wei Zhenming, Wei Zhenhui is the meat that fell from her after all. When I heard of the injury, I was very worried at the moment, and said I was going to lift Wei Zhenhui's clothes.
Wei Zhenhui didn't move, but everyone could see that his arm was working hard.
Wei Zhenhui was a soldier after all. Even if she was injured, Zhang Jie pulled it and didn't move it. "Let mom see what happened?"
Wu Feng coughed twice. "Auntie, you see there are so many people in this room. There are men and women. Will you wait until there is no one?"
Zhang Jie noticed that there were two nurses who made the bed next to the hospital bed. It was really inappropriate for an outsider to be there. "Since it's no big deal, mom won't look at it. She brought you two old hens and stewed them back for you to make up."
Wei Zhenhui nodded unnaturally. It was the first time Zhang Jie took the initiative to care about Wei min after he withdrew from his marriage last time.
"You can rest assured that your family is well. Su Mian and your sister have been admitted to the Military Medical University, and your brother got married some time ago." Wei Youshan can still grasp the key point and know what Wei Zhenhui cares about.
Wei Zhenhui also agrees that it is good for Wei Zhenming to get married early and start a family. At least someone can take care of him.
If he knew that his brother was pinched to death by his daughter-in-law, he didn't know how to feel.
"Sit down, sit down and talk. Don't stand. Zhenhui, you also sit. Although it's a minor injury, the doctor said you should pay attention to rest." Wu Feng said, holding Wei Zhenhui on the bed.
There are only two chairs in the ward. Of course, Wei Zhenhui's parents sit, while Su Mian and Wei Min stand aside. Four platoon leaders were also watching quietly at the door.
The family chatted about family affairs.
Wei Zhenhui always nods and sometimes speaks only two or three words, which is also in line with his consistent personal design. After all, the great demon king always cherishes words like gold, except in front of his daughter-in-law.
So Su Mian didn't notice at first. She couldn't keep staring at him in front of her parents. When she looked up again, she found a layer of fine sweat on Wei Zhenhui's forehead.
Although it's hot now, it's almost evening, and the windows are open, and cool wind blows from time to time. It can't be so hot when reheated.
Su Mian's heart sank suddenly and without hesitation gave Wei Zhenhui a golden eye.
It doesn't matter. Su Mian almost screamed!
Hurt so badly, is this man still chatting here?
Wei Zhenhui had two deep knife wounds on his left rib. Now the weather is hot, and he didn't deal with it in time. The wound has rotted around.
Not to mention that, in addition to the knife wound, he was shot in his right shoulder, and the bullets had not been taken out in a hurry.
And this man is still sitting here, talking and laughing like no one else.
He doesn't care much about himself. Shouldn't he be in the operating room at this time?
Don't want to worry his parents. Does he care about his life and death?
That's him!
In his previous life, he would rather suffer than make his family and the people he cares about sad.
Su Mian really can't keep calm, but seeing that Wei Youshan and Zhang Jie are chatting with him, Su Mian's impulse to rush up suddenly turns into a burst of heartache.
Wei Zhenhui is a soldier after all. Even if he is seriously injured now, he has been stared at for so long that he has already noticed it.
But what was his daughter-in-law's expression, anger? Or heartache? Does she know?
But his daughter-in-law is cute to be angry!
Wei Zhenhui's narrow eyes suddenly lit up, glanced at Su Mian faintly, and his thin lips closed tightly.
Su Mian is also looking at him and meets his eyes in the air. Then Su Mian takes the opportunity to glare at him.