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My head...feels so dizzy, I can't see clearly...

Yan Qingning closed her eyes to relieve the sour feeling in her eyes, and groped around her side with her hands. It was not until she touched the cold glasses that she felt a little relieved from the uneasiness in her heart.

"Teacher, how do you feel now?" The young man held the newly written newspaper by Yan Qingning, as if he was about to cry.

Yan Qingning put on her glasses and looked at the boy in front of her with half-squinted eyes because of photophobia: "Who are you?"

"Teacher, don't you remember me? I just introduced myself to you yesterday!" The boy was about eleven or twelve years old. His face was full of anxiety. He was anxious to explain to Yan Qingning, but he didn't know what he should say. What.

Jiang Xi pushed him away, leaned closer and asked him, "Do you still remember me?"

"Remember." Yan Qingning stared at his face for a while and said quietly: "You are the doctor who treated me before."

Seeing this, the little boy squeezed over and introduced to Yan Qingning again: "Teacher, I am Cang Xiaoliu! I told you, and I also said that my brother is Cang Xiaowu. Here are the great heroes who followed Marshal Qin to the battlefield!"

Yan Qingning rubbed his sore temples. The chaotic memories in his mind were mixed together, making his head swell and ache.

He frowned and said hoarsely: "I have an impression."

Jiang Xi pushed the ignorant Cang Xiaoliu away angrily, stared at Yan Qingning with a straight face, and warned him with a serious look: "Young master, even an iron-clad body cannot be built like yours!

What's more, your body is already in very bad shape, and you were kicked right in the middle by that man. Before the old wound healed, you had sex with that man.

Now, not only have I suffered from the cold, but my body bones have also been worn out a lot. I have been working on these clerical jobs non-stop. It’s a ghost that my memory has not declined! "

"Excuse me...how long can I live?" Yan Qingning ignored his long remarks. He asked Jiang Xi calmly about the date of his death.

"You!" Jiang Xi glared angrily and said depressedly: "Tell me, how could you, a young master like you, ask the doctor when he died without even opening your mouth?"

"I have unfinished business, and I must finish it before my life reaches the end." Yan Qingning clasped the quilt with his knuckles, suppressing the cough in his throat.

"Why do they all have this stubborn temper?" Jiang Xi rolled his eyes at him and muttered: "With such a high-intensity job like yours, you can last up to half a year."

"Half a year...is a bit short."

Yan Qingning's low murmur was heard by Jiang Xi, and he quickly admonished: "That's right! Half a year is so short, you must be thinking about a few more years of life! A handsome young man like you won't have many more years to live. Years, isn’t that a pity for this society?”

Jiang Xi thought he had said all the good things, but Yan Qingning didn't take his words seriously at all. Instead, he turned around and asked Cang Xiaoliu: "I roughly remember that I wrote something yesterday and it was to be handed over to the military. What about that?" Did you give me anything?"

"Ah?" Cang Xiaoliu was still trapped in the sadness that Yan Qingning would die soon. When Yan Qingning asked, he almost came back to his senses and looked at Yan Qingning with tears in his eyes.

Fortunately, Yan Qingning was very patient. Seeing that he didn't react, he repeated it again: "I roughly remember that I wrote something yesterday and it was to be handed over to the military. Have you given it to me?"

"Is this the request letter that the teacher is talking about? Yesterday I saw the teacher fainted on the table, so I asked someone to take a look at your body. I forgot to find the request letter to give to the military." Cang Xiaoliu scratched his head. It seemed that he was blaming himself for not completing Yan Qingning's request.

Jiang, who was completely ignored between the two of them, couldn't help but scolded them indiscriminately: "Young master, you are extremely ill, can't you take a break and have a good rest? First, heal your body." Why don’t you continue to carry out your grand and great undertakings?”

"And you!" Jiang Xi pointed at Cang Xiaoliu and scolded: "Don't you know that patients need to rest? What do you look like when you are doing this? You look neither big nor small, like a child. Have you forgotten how old you are this year?!"

Cang Xiaoliu was suddenly confused by such a scolding. He looked at him blankly and answered his last question in a low voice: "I...I will be twelve after this year and next month."

Jiang Xi: "..."

He stared at the little carrot head in front of him for a long time, then suddenly snorted coldly in his nose, hugged the medicine box and left, humming angrily: "I don't care about you, a little brat." Woolen cloth!"

"Teacher, did I... make him angry?" Cang Xiaoliu scratched his head and looked at Yan Qingning in confusion.

Yan Qingning's mouth twitched, and she was forced to shoulder the responsibility of coaxing the child: "Don't worry about him, he must be mentally ill and he is in a hurry to go back and take medicine."

Xiaobai: [Host, sir, if you scold the doctor in obscure words in front of a child, will it have some negative impact? 】

[I’m telling the truth, and I haven’t said it directly yet. You can’t say I’m OOC, right? ] Yan Qingning spread his hands, looking innocent.

[Excuse me...] Xiaobai clasped his hands together and retreated in a low voice.

"Then...Teacher, do you need me to prepare pen and paper for you so that you can write a new request to the military?"

Cang Xiaoliu rolled his eyes and placed the newspapers and magazines in his arms on the table.

"That's not necessary." Yan Qingning pushed up his glasses, took a newspaper and read it carefully: "I will use Marshal Qin's token to tell the military later that you can temporarily commandeer the radio."

"You want me to commandeer the radio?" Cang Xiaoliu was not stupid. He naturally understood the underlying meaning of Yan Qingning. He quickly grabbed the hem of his clothes and asked him anxiously: "Teacher, do you want to leave?"

"I have to leave here for a while. Before I leave, I will write down the next development of the newspaper office and possible situations. You can just deal with it according to the above." He supported himself and rubbed Cang Xiaoliu turned his head and smiled apologetically at him: "Although I'm sorry for letting you take on such a heavy burden at such a young age, I can only do this."

"Teacher, where are you going?" Cang Xiaoliu's hand holding the hem of his clothes gradually tightened, his big round eyes filled with uncertainty.

Yan Qingning looked at him, lovingly wiped away the tears at the end of his eyes, and said in a weak and clear voice: "Wencheng."

"But...but..."

Cang Xiaoliu wanted to dissuade him, but Yan Qingning covered his mouth with a smile.

His teacher always had a faint smile in his eyes and looked very talkative, but Cang Xiaoliu understood that no one could take things back from what his teacher had decided.

For a long time, he seemed to acquiesce to Yan Qingning's behavior. His fingertips tightly grasped the corner of Yan Qingning's clothes, and his childish voice was filled with fear: "Teacher, you must come back safely!"

"I will."

He rubbed Cang Xiaoliu's head at the end, with a clear smile still in his eyes.