"What’s the matter?" Lu Jing asked groggily.
The man hastily reached out to pat the woman’s back, soothing her with great tenderness:
"It’s nothing, an emergency assembly."
"Has something happened again?"
Jiang Ye shook his head:
"No, it’s a live-fire exercise, wife. I might be very busy these next few days and won’t be able to come home to be with you."
Does it need to take that long?
Lu Jing’s eyelids suddenly opened a bit more:
"Where are you guys going for the live-fire exercise?" she asked.
It was just genuine concern.
But, the man suddenly replied:
"Don’t ask what you shouldn’t, it’s classified!"
Of course, Lu Jing could only let it go:
"Then you... be safe!"
After all, that was the most important thing she wanted to say.
Live-fire exercises, though not actual combat, still had real attrition rates.
Jiang Ye hmmed, then suddenly pecked the woman on her red lips before throwing off the covers and getting out of bed.
He dressed at lightning speed:
"Wife, I’m leaving now."
Once Jiang Ye left, Lu Jing fell asleep again.
When she opened her eyes, it was already seven o’clock, and it was already bright outside.
She stretched and cracked her neck before getting out of bed.
After so many scares, Lu Jing was really starting to improve, not as tense and uneasy as she was at the beginning.
She got up peacefully, washed up, and then cooked some noodles to eat.
After eating, she left for work.
The fire brigade became quiet again, but it wasn’t as lifeless as last time.
Last time it was a real mission, going on disaster rescue and saving people, constantly accompanied by danger.
This time, it was just a drill; as long as there were no accidents, nothing would happen.
Along the way, she ran into several sisters from the family quarters.
"Xiao Lu, going to work?"
"Let’s go together, on the same route."
Having company, there was naturally no room for needless worries, chatting all the way to the hospital entrance, until Lu Jing had to go in.
"Sister, I’ll go first."
"Alright, my unit isn’t far, just up ahead." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
"Sure, sister, take care."
"I know, I know, don’t worry about me."
Lu Jing then turned and entered the hospital, heading straight for her department.
As expected, she didn’t see Xiao Tang this morning.
Suddenly, she thought: Should she go see Xiao Tang after her shift this afternoon?
The young girl must be feeling terrible. As someone who’s been through the same, Lu Jing really didn’t want to see any regretful aftermath between the two.
After all, not all regrets can be mended or soothed.
It’s probably one in a thousand chance.
So much so that she couldn’t help worrying about Xiao Tang’s situation all day at work.
Finally, at five-thirty, she managed to get off work on time for once.
Xiao Tang lived in the old hospital dormitory block behind, and Lu Jing clearly knew the specific building and room number.
So, she didn’t need to ask anyone and went straight there.
She even went without bringing a basket of flowers or fruits.
She really hadn’t thought about that.
A few minutes later, Lu Jing arrived at Xiao Tang’s dorm room door.
She knocked a few times.
There was some movement inside, but it still took about ten seconds before the door was finally opened from the inside.
When she saw the figure behind the door, Lu Jing’s eyes widened quite a bit:
She couldn’t believe it!
The usually clever young girl now looked like a mad woman.
Her hair was a mess, flying about, her pajama buttons misaligned, and her eyes were swollen like walnuts.
Her voice was even hoarser.