Chapter 4

In the conference room of the provincial military district division headquarters.

Lu Zhanye’s lower back rested against the back of the chair.

Cold sweat soaked the back of his military uniform.

The political commissar threw the promotion documents on the table in front of Lu Zhanye.

This time, even if he is one of the heroes on the Northern Frontier Campaign list, he may not be able to escape the organization’s “forced marriage.”

“Zhan Ye, you’re the only regimental-level officer in the entire army who hasn’t got married!”

The political commissar slammed his teacup on the table and pointed at him like an old father scolding his son.

“How many people are eyeing the lucrative position at the war reserve medicine depot? The General Logistics Department is coming for an inspection next week. If you’re still single, you’ll lose your position.”

There was a sharp pain in his lumbar spine, as if a blunt knife was stabbing his spine.

Lu Zhanye held the pistol at his waist tightly with his right hand, distracting himself and trying to relieve the pain.

From that battle seven years ago, shrapnel is still lodged in his second lumbar vertebra.

Every rainy day reminds him that the day when he will be confined to a wheelchair is not far away.

“Okay, I understand.

Honey, we’ll be pregnant soon, just wait for the marriage report to be approved.”

“immediately?”

The political commissar looked confused.

“You can’t mess around just to deal with the logistics department’s inspection.

Getting married is no joke.

The entire army cannot tolerate divorced officers above the regimental level. I have made this clear to you.”

“I know, you’re really annoying.”

The pain in his waist left Lu Zhanye no time to talk to the political commissar.

He has to hurry up and pick up his “wife”.

Next to the trash can at the military hospital.

This is the seventh expired medicine Shen Nanxing has found.

“Sister… let’s go back home…”

Shen Xiaoman’s forehead was burning hot.

“Just bear with it a little longer.”

She held her brother close to her, her military coat wrapped around his thin shoulders.

“I found the medicine. Xiaoman, I can cure you, believe me.”

Shen Nanxing never dreamed that he would be stumped by a small anti-inflammatory drug in the 1980s.

When planning to return,

I saw three military green Jiefang trucks slowly approaching.

Sitting in the cab of the leading truck was the bald Director Wang from the pharmacy department.

Finally, the truck stopped at the door of the medicine warehouse.

Boxes of streptomycin were brought in.

Not long after, Director Wang came out carrying an iron bucket.

He poured all the liquid in the bucket down the drain.

“What a wasteful thing!”

The old cleaner who was passing by was so angry at the scene that he stomped his feet.

“How many lives can this streptomycin save?”

Thinking about his grandson who died last week due to lack of medicine, he was so sad that he shed tears.

“Old man, you know shit! You can make double the money by selling expired ones as new!”

Then, Director Wang took out a few “Great Unity” banknotes and stuffed them into the old cleaner’s hands.

All of this was seen by Shen Nanxing who was hiding in the dark.

The medicine that was poured out could have saved the lives of countless patients in need of treatment.

But now it is being abused like this.

I didn’t expect that there are still medical scandals in this era.

At the same time, Lu Zhanye, who had finally finished listening to the political commissar’s speech, walked out of the meeting room.

Back at the door of the medicine store, he stared at his name on the duty roster, and the pain in his lumbar spine made him gasp.

Three shifts of guard are arranged every night at the important medicine depot. This is clearly making things difficult for him and letting the entire army know about his physical condition?

“Captain Lu! Director Wang said he needs your signature for this batch of war reserve medicine.”

The clerk caught up and handed over a brown paper bag.

The paper bag contained newly arrived imported streptomycin.

Lu Zhanye took it out and looked at it. The production date under the 1983 new batch steel stamp was 1979-03.

This batch number again?

Lu Zhanye remained calm and signed his name on the signature column of the brown paper bag.

The corridor of the division hospital at three o’clock in the morning.

Lu Zhanye held onto the wall and moved towards the radiology department with difficulty.

The severe pain in his lumbar spine made his vision go black, and a large area of his right leg of military pants was wet without him knowing when.

The humiliation of incontinence is more ironic than the pain of shrapnel.

Therefore, he always wore that army green wool coat that could cover everything.

“Captain Lu, are you feeling unwell?” the nurse on duty asked with concern.

“It’s nothing, just the injury from the last exercise hasn’t fully healed. I’ll get a CT scan of my lumbar spine.”

The report results are the same as before, his back injury can no longer be delayed.

After returning to his residence in the military hospital, Shen Nanxing settled his brother down and then went to the family compound alone and squatted until the early morning.

Her hard work paid off, and she finally got Director Wang’s lover.

A woman wearing a mink coat and a military uniform got into the jeep.

She is Xu Manli, a female soldier in the art troupe.

The tire had already been punctured by Shen Nanxing who was waiting in ambush.

After driving a few hundred meters, the car hit a big tree beside the road.

“What’s going on? Hurry up! Director Wang is still waiting for me!”

While Xu Manli got out of the car and screamed, Shen Nanxing sneaked to the back seat.

She calmly stole the document hidden in the car: the 1983 war reserve medicine allocation list.

At the same time, in the drug warehouse of the military hospital, Lu Zhanye’s pistol was pressed against Director Wang’s temple.

Lu Zhanye finally caught Director Wang here.

“Tell me, where did this batch of medicine come from?”

Lu Zhanye pointed the barrel of his gun at the production date on the medicine packaging.

“In the casualty list of the Northern Frontier Campaign, three soldiers clearly died from ineffective antibiotics!”

“It’s Shen…Shen Huaishan. He was in charge of the drug acceptance back then.”

Director Wang stammered.

“What? Shen Huaishan.”

This name was like a silver needle piercing Lu Zhanye’s nerves.

The scene of the field hospital seven years ago appeared in Lu Zhanye’s eyes:

When the steel beam fell, the military doctor wearing the Red Cross armband pushed him out of the rubble, but he himself did not come out alive…

When Shen Nanxing broke into the logistics department office and appeared in front of Lu Zhanye, he was staring at Shen Huaishan’s file.

Seeing the person coming, a few words on the file bag in Shen Nanxing’s hand caught Lu Zhanye’s attention.

“Give it to me!”

Lu Zhanye extended his hand to Shen Nanxing.

“I don’t.”

When Shen Nanxing hesitated, she quickly hid the documents behind her.

As far as I can remember, the last shot fired by the original owner Shen Nanxing before his death was by Lu Zhanye.

I stole the file with great difficulty, and it could save my life at a critical moment. How could I hand it over now?

“I said, bring it here. You’re a new intern, you can’t handle this.”

Lu Zhanye didn’t give Shen Nanxing any chance to object, and stepped forward to snatch the document from Shen Nanxing’s hand.

“You really are not a good person.

They are in cahoots with the corrupt, despicable, shameless people who make dirty money.”

Just as Shen Nanxing was feeling angry and helpless, the diagnosis on the desk caught her attention.

The red words “Traumatic Reproductive Dysfunction” above are particularly eye-catching.

“Haha, it turns out he has infertility.”

Shen Nanxing grabbed Lu Zhanye’s wrist and pressed three fingers precisely on the Taiyuan acupoint:

“The shrapnel is lodged in your second lumbar vertebra, compressing the cauda equina nerve and causing paralysis of your lower limbs. Am I right? Captain Lu…”

Shen Nanxing’s diagnosis instantly broke down Lu Zhanye’s psychological defenses.

“If you don’t treat it, you’ll be training new recruits with a urine bag in two months.”

Lu Zhanye looked at Shen Nanxing in disbelief.

His eyes swept over the silver needle box in her arms, on the lid of which were engraved the words “Benevolent Heart to Save the World”.

The scene of the collapse of the northern Xinjiang field hospital seven years ago resurfaced.

This was the silver needle box that Shen Huaishan gave him before he died and asked him to give to his daughter.

Did she really not recognize herself?

“Give me the medicine and I’ll exchange it for the medicine.”

Shen Nanxing pointed at the file bag that was taken away by Lu Zhanye.

“Otherwise, the entire army will know tomorrow that Captain Lu wet his pants and can’t have children because…”

Unexpectedly, before he could finish his words, Lu Zhanye grabbed Shen Nanxing’s neck.

“Dare? You try… unless.”

“Unless what? Let go…you let go.”

Shen Nanxing was almost suffocated by the strangulation. She struggled with her hands and asked with difficulty.

“Unless you…marry me.”

Huh? A complete reversal?

Before Lu Zhanye could finish speaking.

Shen Nanxing didn’t know where he got the strength from, but he kicked Lu Zhanye on the calf.

Perhaps he used too much force and disturbed the shrapnel in his lumbar spine.

Lu Zhanye let go of his hand in pain…