Chapter 402: If it weren't for me, perhaps you really would have been released

Is it the Silver Needle that gives them their confidence?

It is Comrade An!

She is too excellent, her role is too significant, which is why he finds it so difficult.

"But at the Frontline, she is the one who is most exhausted!" Qin Hao said helplessly.

In all treatment areas, those who cannot be saved are not sent to the City first, but are sent to the sister-in-law's treatment area immediately.

That is the trust of the soldiers, willing to entrust their lives to her.

And she has never let the soldiers down.

Sometimes medical skill is one aspect, but gaining the patient's trust is another.

"Find a time to have Comrade An come into the City; I need to have someone evaluate her psychological state," the General Person-in-Charge thought for a moment and finally decided.

The Frontline is important, but the lives of the soldiers—how could they not be important?

But Comrade An is equally important; whether she can remain at the Frontline requires an assessment of her mental state, and if there is a problem with the assessment, he needs to arrange for her evacuation immediately.

Even if she passes the assessment, Comrade An must return to Beijing, and it is unknown when the next secondment will be.

Qin Hao nodded, "Understood."

"You need to consider the other evacuation lists, then make a list for me, but..."

The General Person-in-Charge patted Qin Hao on the shoulder, "How are you? Can you hold up?"

Anyone else can be evacuated, but Qin Hao cannot.

He is the person in charge of the Frontline, the Group Leader of the Special Medical Group, and needs to oversee the overall situation.

He understands the Frontline best; no one can replace him.

"I can hold up!" Qin Hao smiled.

Three days later, An Yinan brought her team to the City; although she did not understand, this was an order.

"General Person-in-Charge." An Yinan found the General Person-in-Charge.

The General Person-in-Charge put down the pen in his hand and rubbed his brow.

"Comrade An, you have been on the battlefield for nearly three months, and we need to evaluate your state of mind," the General Person-in-Charge said bluntly.

An Yinan understood; seeing blood and life-and-death situations for so long, the Military must be afraid that these people's minds are twisted, right?

"Okay." She basically wouldn't say anything she didn't have to now; speaking was a waste of time and energy.

She had developed this habit while at the Frontline.

Heart-to-heart talks?

Forget it!

Many dramas in the past were all lies.

All that romance and affection.

Working twelve hours a day, sometimes having to work the night shift in the main tent, she didn't even have the strength to speak, and even lifting her arms was an effort.

When extremely exhausted, she just wanted to sleep!

If she had even a shred of strength left, she didn't want to move her brain at all.

"You agreed?" The General Person-in-Charge had thought he would need to persuade her.

At such a young and vigorous age, he always felt she was too composed.

Steady.

Steady personality.

Steady medical skills.

Steady emotions.

This was also what worried him, the General Person-in-Charge.

"You just need to arrange it; I follow orders," An Yinan explained helplessly.

Emotions are something that require a specific environment.

Isn't it normal for her to have no emotions?

That afternoon, all members of her group underwent psychological tests and mental state assessments.

Walking out of the room, An Yinan sat honestly on a chair, propping her face with her arm, and closed her eyes to rest.

Just then, a piece of clothing was draped over her; she raised her head and saw a person.

"Why aren't you resting?" An Yinan asked.

But that person did not speak; it was said that since he woke up, he had not opened his mouth, and for the first few days he didn't eat or drink, but later he somehow opened up a bit and could eat and drink, yet he still did not speak.

An Yinan took the coat off her body, shifted to one side, and patted the seat next to her.

"Let's talk," An Yinan said.

Xiaokang looked at An Yinan, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down next to her.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to talk; I'll talk, and you listen!" An Yinan hugged the coat to her chest.

Xiaokang was too young, not even twenty years old, yet he had already experienced life and death.

And in this special environment, no one could look after his state; everyone was too busy.

But the child had entered a maze without a single light; how could he be expected to walk out?

From this piece of clothing, one could see that this child was still as kind as ever!

"Do you know how much effort I used to keep you alive?"

Her voice was very soft, her tone calm, and what she said was straightforward.

"I clearly remember that day, when I saw you, you were lifeless; fortunately, someone sent you to my treatment area, everyone took action, some gave you emergency aid, and I kept helping you control the bleeding."

"Xiaokang, if it weren't for me, perhaps you really would have been released."

An Yinan turned her head abruptly to look at him.

A flash of terror appeared in Xiaokang's eyes, and he also looked at An Yinan.

How could sister-in-law know?

He often thought, why wasn't he just blown to death like this?

Death would end all troubles; anyway, no one cared.

But he was still alive; without his legs, he could no longer stay in the Military, and even the Military did not want him anymore.

"When you pushed Er Dan away, what were you thinking?"

"Do you regret it now?"

An Yinan looked at him and asked straightforwardly.

Originally, Xiaokang could have been fine; the center of the explosion was Er Dan.

Yet at the first moment, he pressed Er Dan underneath him, using his own body to protect Er Dan.

"No." Xiaokang said one word.

His voice was hoarse, carrying an obscure and difficult-to-understand grievance.

He did not regret it; Er Dan was his friend, his comrade-in-arms.

If he hadn't done that, the person lying here would be Er Dan, who still had a family, parents, and younger siblings to support.

He was all alone, with no one to support and no one who cared whether he lived or died.

Even his own relatives didn't want him, so who else could he count on?

An Yinan pulled him over and let him lean on her shoulder.

In this era, this action would be considered out of line, but she couldn't think of any other way to comfort him.

She found it hard to imagine if Beibei had an accident, whether she would go insane.

"Cry." An Yinan said these two simple words.

Xiaokang's tears flowed down silently, and in the end, he could no longer hold back and began to wail loudly.

An Yinan covered his head with that piece of clothing, letting Xiaokang vent his emotions without any reservations.

He had been tightly wound; he and Er Dan had enlisted at the same time, and Er Dan had been sent to the Military by someone because he ate too much and his family couldn't afford to raise him.

But Xiaokang never spoke of his family.

Later, she heard Chen Xun talk about Xiaokang's situation; Xiaokang's home was in Beijing, his mother had passed away from illness, and his father had married a new person less than half a year later, making him a thorn in the side of the family, so he later withdrew from that battlefield—a battlefield against his own father.

"Even if no one wants you, you must want yourself." An Yinan patted his head as if coaxing a child.

When Chen Xun, Zhang Qian, Er Dan, Xie Yuanyuan, and Jiang Yunduo came over, they saw this scene.

And Xiaokang, sitting on the bench, did not notice the others.

An Yinan's eyes narrowed slightly, and she did not turn her head.