A girl from the deputy section chief of the Bureau of Mines? Feng Qingxue recalled Wang Cuilan, the section chief she knew.
If Wang Cuilan and Wang Zhengjun are in the same unit, then Wang Cuilan must be Wang Zhengjun’s superior by marriage.
There is more to the difference between a section chief and a deputy section chief than merely the prefix.
Going to Wang Mingxuan’s wedding, Feng Qingxue wondered if she would run into Wang Cuilan.
Having initially planned to visit Wang Cuilan and Lu Aihong after returning, which was a promise made on the train, all those things like her own wedding with Lu Jiang, healing wounds, studying medicine, and farm work came one after the other, keeping her so busy that she was unable to keep her promise.
"My dear aunt, will we meet my big auntie if we go to my cousin Mingxuan’s wedding?" Feng Qingxue suddenly remembered she had another aunt, "Please remind me if we meet her because I’ve never seen her before and don’t know what she looks like."
Wang Fengqiao’s face darkened, "They are city folk, close to each other, often interacting. We’re bound to meet her!"
Feng Qingxue patted her hand, "Cheer up, my dear aunt. After all, we have food and shelter and don’t rely on them. It’s natural for those in high positions to look down on those lower than them, even if the lower-status ones aren’t well-off."
Wang Fengqiao grunted, suddenly adding, "I meant that only your uncle and I should go, you younger people don’t need to. Why should we sponsor their expenses? They were nowhere to be seen at your wedding. You have more than a dozen siblings; if everyone gives three yuan, they will unfairly earn forty to fifty yuan in gift money. There shouldn’t be such easy money!"
Not having to go is good, considering that the weather is getting colder and the road conditions worsening. Feng Qingxue, being six months pregnant, wasn’t keen on attending such a bustling event.
The date for Wang Mingxuan’s wedding is the 26th of October, equivalent to the 3rd of December in the Gregorian calendar.
Which is the day of Lu Jiang’s surgery.
Thanks to Lu Jiang’s excellent recovery, the surgery to remove the remaining four shrapnels went very smoothly.
With the shrapnels gone, there were no more worries.
After staying in the hospital for ten days and making sure there was no infection, Lu Jiang returned to his unit for further recovery with the approval of Doctor Guo. He was in high spirits and full of ambition, planning to undertake some major tasks once fully healed.
Before this, he was anxious about the inability to remove the shrapnel.
If it could not be removed, it would permanently be a potential hazard to his body. Chronic pain would be a small matter compared to not being able to go to the battlefield and serve his country.
What kind of soldier would he be if he couldn’t go to the battlefield?
Now he was relieved, all the shrapnel had been removed.
Zhao Yong walked in with packages in both hands and saw Lu Jiang’s beaming face, "Yo, what are you so happy about? Did you predict that your sister sent you something and a letter? Your face is blooming like a flower, a very ugly, dark flower."
"Did Qingxue send me a letter and something?" Filled with joy, Lu Jiang pulled out a chair for Zhao Yong with his free hand.
He had a surgery on only one arm and one leg. His other limbs were functioning normally and he would appear on the training ground every day to supervise the troops in his regiment with the help of a crutch. He was now the regiment commander, having been promoted for his first-class merit, replacing Zhao Yong. Meanwhile, Zhao Yong was also promoted and remained his superior.
Zhao Yong placed the parcel on his desk and put the letter in front of him, "Here, I brought it for you."
Lu Jiang gripped the letter, about to open it, then glanced at Zhao Yong, "Now that you’ve delivered the letter and the things, why haven’t you left?"