Chapter 757: with translation of chapter title

After changing clothes, the one he was wearing was still that camouflage uniform covered in dirt and mud.

This camouflage uniform accompanied Zheng Ren on many journeys.

There were some tears on it, and Zheng Ren could still recall which one had been ripped while moving the wounded, and which had been torn while walking through the jungle.

Arriving at the Provincial Hospital, Zheng Ren and Su Yun shared a changing locker, and then for two or three days they didn't see this uniform.

But when he put on the camouflage uniform again, a different sentiment lingered in his heart.

"Boss, I never realized before, you look quite spirited in camouflage." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren and gave a rare compliment.

Zheng Ren didn't speak; usually when Su Yun said such things, there wouldn't be a good ending.

"Only a little worse than me, that's not bad." Su Yun then said.

As expected…

Without a phone, Zheng Ren couldn't contact Xie Yiren and couldn't be bothered with Su Yun. He went out early and waited at the door of the changing room.

Xie Yiren didn't delay long either; after a quick rinse and changing clothes, she walked out.

Unlike Zheng Ren and Su Yun, who wore tattered camouflage, Xie Yiren wore fresh jeans; her figure was accentuated by the snug denim outfit, looking crisp and translucent. Her ponytail swayed behind her, exuding a youthful vibe.

"Director Chen said to wait for us downstairs." Xie Yiren lifted her phone and said.

"Oh, okay." Zheng Ren smiled, took Xiao Yi Ren's hand, quite naturally.

Xie Yiren didn't refuse; their fingers interlaced, her hand tightening slightly, afraid that this guy might disappear again at any moment.

"I came up and never went down; I don't know what it's like outside." Su Yun looked down from upstairs; between rows of tents, figures moved back and forth.

"Down there they're probably treating minor injuries, or it's a place for volunteers to rest." Zheng Ren also glanced and said.

"I don't know where that bastard Zhao Yunlong is." Su Yun muttered to herself, "When I go back I'll find him for a drink and pour him a lot! On the way into the mountains, this young master kept pointing things out at me—I've put up with him for a long time!"

"Yi Ren, lend me your phone; I want to ask Manager Feng." Zheng Ren said while walking, suddenly.

Xie Yiren handed over the phone; Zheng Ren, without thinking, entered Feng Xu Hui's phone number.

The phone rang, and the other side connected almost instantly.

"Hello, Miss Xie." Feng Xu Hui's voice was a bit weak, but he sounded quite spirited.

"It's me, Manager Feng." Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

"" The line went silent; Feng Xu Hui wasn't excited, but faint sobbing could be heard.

"Manager Feng, how's your injury?" Zheng Ren asked.

"It's pretty good; I've been stitched up, and the doctor said I'll need functional training in a few days." Feng Xu Hui suppressed his emotions and replied in the flattest tone.

"You've worked hard." Zheng Ren paused a few seconds, then said sincerely.

The other side fell silent again.

"I'm going back to Di Du; heal your injury first, then come find me—no rush." Zheng Ren said.

"Mm." Feng Xu Hui replied.

Zheng Ren also didn't know what comforting words to say; these matters… better wait until we get back to talk about them.

"Then we'll meet in Di Du." Zheng Ren hung up and returned the phone to Xie Yiren.

"What's wrong with Manager Feng?" Xie Yiren asked.

I was doing surgery in Pengxi Xiang, lacking interventional supplies; he happened to be there, so he sent a batch of goods. On the way, a rebar pierced his thigh, a fairly serious injury. Zheng Ren gave a brief account, very matter-of-fact, but Zheng Ren and Su Yun, who had experienced that situation, felt a pang of sorrow.

Making it this far and being able to return safely really takes a lot of luck.

Zheng Ren suddenly thought, maybe the Luck +12 had something to do with it.

From Zheng Ren's words, Xie Yiren could infer a lot; it wasn't even the front line then, and the danger he faced back then is easy to imagine.

Without realizing it, her small hand gripping Zheng Ren's tightened a few notches, her palm slick with sweat.

The three went downstairs; today it was overcast, but the weak sunlight filtering through the clouds still made Zheng Ren's eyes narrow.

It felt like a world apart.

"Doctor Zheng, Doctor Su, over here!" Director Chen called out.

Over there, the first batch of doctors, nurses, and some volunteers preparing to withdraw had already gathered together.

Those who had spoken before, or just recognized each other's faces, had exchanged contact information.

From now on they'd go their separate ways; although they might not meet again, keeping a memory is nice.

The hospital's courtyard was still bustling, with convoys transporting supplies and vehicles carrying the wounded.

Between rows of tents, medical staff in white coats were busy.

In the distance, many red‑banners slogans hung on the hospital walls, fluttering lightly in the breeze.

Zheng Ren walked over, then waited for a few more people to come down, and under the arrangement of Director Chen and the Hospital Medical Department staff, they began taking a group photo.

Director Chen insisted on letting Zheng Ren sit in the middle, but he refused without hesitation.

In the end, Director Chen still sat in the middle, with Zheng Ren beside him, sitting upright, hands on his knees, gazing straight ahead.

Behind them, on the wall, red background with white characters read 'The great Chinese people are invincible,' serving as the backdrop.

The vast sea of people,

the rolling torrent,

the slogan is so conspicuous.

A breeze blew past,

fluttering loudly,

like a military flag.

The great Chinese people are invincible!

After exchanging contact information with Director Chen and shaking hands farewell, Zheng Ren's group boarded the arranged bus and hurried all the way to the airport.

At the airport, ground crew greeted them, explaining they were from a certain hospital, and would then guide them to look for their 'lost' companions.

Zhao Yunlong and the others had just arrived, just like Zheng Ren, their faces full of fatigue.

At this moment, no one had the energy to ask what everyone had experienced during their separation. Embracing, relieved to still be able to meet, many people simply fell asleep in the airport departure hall.

This was a dust‑and‑toil‑worn troop, coming and going in haste, shedding their blood and tears on this land.

Now they have completed their mission and are about to leave.

The ground crew quickly informed Zhao Yunlong that the 18:00 flight was on time, and they brought hot meals as well as the personal items the team had left at the airport during the mission.

But many could not be woken, slumped in the narrow chairs like mud.

Zhao Yunlong silently sorted the personal belongings and distributed them one by one.

Xie Yiren noticed that several of the personal‑item bags had been pressed to the bottom by Zhao Yunlong; after everyone had received theirs, he slipped those few bags into a black suitcase as if casually.

They were the personal effects of the fallen, Xie Yiren surmised.

She felt a little dim, and could only grip Zheng Ren's hand tightly, feeling its warmth.

Soon the ground staff announced that the shuttle had arrived. Zheng Ren, Xie Yiren, and Su Yun walked last, his heart filled with regret—the operation at the Provincial Hospital was still unfinished.

Riding the shuttle to the plane and beginning to board, Zheng Ren narrowed his eyes and gazed toward the sky.

The sky was overcast, the clouds not as thick as before; he seemed able to see the ten‑thousand‑foot sunlight beyond them.

Zheng Ren raised his hand, clenched a fist, and struck toward the void, where a huge fist met his.

Great,

the Chinese people,

invincible in battle!

……

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The title of the final chapter is very long; Lord Li Yifei's extra update couldn't fit, so it was noted in the fourth chapter instead.

Finished writing, this section at last complete, a weight lifted.