eurekapd Chapter 287 You Will Worry
Chapter 287 You Will Worry
It was indeed a little careless, but he did not regret his decision: "Xiuqin, I knew you would be worried, so I didn't tell you in advance. Mom is seriously ill, I have to take her to my side to take care of her."
Xiuqin frowned, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes: "Zhang Ling, I have no objection to you bringing mom here. But you are the commander now, the war is so tense, and family matters cannot distract you. Aren't you causing trouble for yourself?"
Zhang Ling felt a little guilty after hearing what Xiuqin said, but he still said firmly: "Xiuqin, I know what you are worried about. But Mom's health is really not optimistic, and I can't let her suffer alone in my hometown. If I take her over, I can work with peace of mind."
Xiuqin's face showed a trace of anger, and her tone became more sharp: "Zhang Ling, I'm not an ignorant person. I know that mom is very important to you. But have you ever thought that if you bring mom here, the medical conditions will not be able to keep up, and her condition will become worse. You are not helping mom by doing this, but harming her!"
Zhang Ling was shocked. His mother's condition made him very worried, but Xiuqin's words made sense. The medical conditions in the camp were limited, and many resources were given priority to the combatants. It was indeed a question whether his mother could get timely treatment here.
"Xiuqin, I've already made arrangements. Let the medical team take care of mom as much as possible." Zhang Ling tried to calm Xiuqin down. "Although the conditions are difficult, at least I can see her and take care of her every day."
Xiuqin's eyes flashed with mixed emotions. She knew that Zhang Ling's filial piety was precious, but she also understood that doing so might bring more trouble. She walked to Zhang Ling's mother, held her hand, and said gently, "Mom, if you had told me earlier, I would have come to pick you up. You have worked hard over the years, and I will take good care of you."
When Zhang Ling's mother heard Xiuqin's words, a touch of emotion flashed in her eyes, but she still said softly: "Children, don't worry about me. I know you all have your own things to do, and I am satisfied just to see you."
Xiuqin turned to look at Zhang Ling, her tone softening a little: "Zhang Ling, I know you are worried about Mom, but we have to consider her health. How about this, I will arrange for someone to send Mom to a large hospital in the rear for treatment, and then bring her here when she is better."
Zhang Ling looked at Xiuqin, his heart full of contradictions. He knew that Xiuqin's suggestion was for the good of his mother, but he still couldn't bear to let his mother leave him.
"Xiuqin, I know what you mean. But I won't feel at ease if I send Mom away now." Zhang Ling's tone was firm. "I will do my best to coordinate the medical resources here to ensure that Mom gets the best treatment."
Xiuqin's face was a little stiff. She understood Zhang Ling's stubbornness and knew that once he made a decision, it would be difficult to change it. But she still said unwillingly: "Zhang Ling, you are risking your mother's life by doing this! You are the commander now, not an ordinary person. You can't let personal matters affect the overall situation."
Zhang Ling felt a pain and struggle in his heart when he heard this. He knew Xiuqin was right, but he still couldn't let go of the filial piety in his heart.
"Xiuqin, I will ensure Mom's safety. Believe me, I will take care of her personally during this period and will never delay work." Zhang Ling's tone was full of determination, but there was a hint of imperceptible fatigue in his eyes.
Xiuqin saw Zhang Ling's persistence, and she felt a complex emotion. She knew she couldn't convince Zhang Ling, but she didn't want to let things go on like this.
"Zhang Ling, please help me, okay?" Xiuqin's voice was choked with sobs. "I don't want to see you regret this. If Mom's condition worsens, can you bear the responsibility?"
Zhang Ling felt a sharp pain in his heart. He looked at Xiuqin, his heart filled with endless entanglement and pain. He knew that he was in a dilemma, and no matter what decision he made, it would bring tremendous pressure.
"Xiuqin, I have made a decision." Zhang Ling took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "Mom will stay here. I will do my best to take care of her and ensure that my work will not be affected."
Xiuqin's eyes flashed with disappointment. She knew that Zhang Ling's stubbornness could not be easily changed. She gritted her teeth and finally said nothing more. She just whispered, "Zhang Ling, you should take care of yourself. I hope you won't regret your decision today in the future."
After saying that, Xiuqin turned and left the room. Zhang Ling stood there, feeling as if a huge rock was pressing down on his heart. He knew that he had hurt Xiuqin, and that his decision might bring many problems, but he still couldn't give up caring for his mother.
Zhang Ling and his mother were the only ones left in the room, and the air was filled with a heavy atmosphere. Zhang Ling's mother sighed softly and said gently, "My child, you and Xiuqin should not quarrel over me. I know my own health very well, and don't let me affect your relationship."
Zhang Ling came across a watermelon field and asked a fellow villager to buy a wheelbarrow full of watermelons for his men to eat.
The scorching summer sun scorched the earth. Zhang Ling led several soldiers on a rugged country road. They had just finished a battle and finally got a short break. Zhang Ling felt a little heavy. Although the battle was won, he felt a little distressed about his brothers' fatigue. He knew that the battle on the front line was still fierce, and every rest was a rare luxury.
As he walked, Zhang Ling suddenly smelled a faint fragrance. He looked in the direction of the smell and saw a field of emerald watermelons not far away. Large vines of watermelons intertwined, and the round watermelons were hidden under the green leaves, which looked particularly tempting. Zhang Ling's eyes suddenly lit up, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"The watermelons grown by my fellow villagers are growing quite well." Zhang Ling murmured to himself, thinking that his brothers hadn't eaten such a refreshing food for a long time. If he could bring some back for everyone, it would help quench their thirst.
"Commander, what are you talking about?" Li Yunlong, who was following nearby, heard Zhang Ling mumbling to himself and came over to ask.
Zhang Ling smiled and pointed to a watermelon field not far away: "Look at the watermelons over there, they are so juicy, they can quench your thirst. Let's go find some fellow villagers to buy some."
Li Yunlong looked in the direction Zhang Ling pointed and immediately smiled: "Yes, Commander, it's so hot this time, eating some cold watermelon is perfect. Let's go and take a look."
Zhang Ling nodded and led a few soldiers towards the watermelon field. Soon, they found a fellow villager working by the field. The fellow villager was about fifty years old, with traces of time on his dark skin, but he had a simple smile on his face. When he saw Zhang Ling and his team coming, he immediately stopped what he was doing, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and greeted them warmly.
"Comrades, thank you for your hard work! You are back from the front line, right?" There was concern in the fellow villager's tone, and it was obvious that he had become accustomed to the arrival of these soldiers.
Zhang Ling walked forward and said with a smile: "My fellow villager, we just finished fighting. I saw that the watermelons here are growing well. I want to buy some to quench the thirst of my brothers."
When the fellow heard this, he smiled and said, "Hey, comrades, if you like, you can take these watermelons. I grow these for our Eighth Route Army. How can I ask you for money?"
Zhang Ling was immediately filled with gratitude towards his fellow villager, but he shook his head and said with persistence: "Fellow villager, we can't take your things for free. You worked hard to grow these, so you should pay for them."
The fellow waved his hand and said with a smile: "Comrade, we are family, don't be polite to me. Half of these watermelons are reserved for you. If you don't pay, that would be giving me face!"
Zhang Ling was moved by his fellow villager's firm attitude, but he still insisted: "Fellow villager, we should settle the matter as we wish. This is our military rule. We cannot take things from the common people for free. Even if you give us a symbolic price, it will make us feel at ease."
After hearing what Zhang Ling said, the fellow villager finally relaxed: "Okay, since you said so, I will just charge you the cost price. We are all brothers in the fight against Japan, so let's help each other."
Zhang Ling smiled and nodded, then took out a bill from his pocket and handed it to the fellow villager: "Here are a few dozen yuan, take it, we want all these watermelons."
The fellow took the money, still smiling: "Okay, then you can pick it up yourself, I'll find you a wheelbarrow so you can pull it back."
As he said that, the fellow turned and ran into the yard, and soon came out pushing a wheelbarrow. Zhang Ling took Li Yunlong and several soldiers to pick watermelons in the watermelon field. One by one, the watermelons were carefully picked out and put on the wheelbarrow. Soon, the wheelbarrow was filled with plump watermelons.
"These watermelons are enough for us brothers to eat for a few days." Li Yunlong said with a smile, his face full of anticipation, "Commander, we really found a treasure this time!"
Zhang Ling nodded, and his mood became cheerful: "Yes, the fellow villagers are really warm-hearted. These watermelons can not only quench our thirst, but also make us feel better."
When the fellow villagers saw Zhang Ling and his friends had picked out the watermelons, they came over to help push the wheelbarrow and said with a smile, "Comrades, it's best to put these watermelons in water to cool before eating them. I guarantee you won't forget the taste!"
Zhang Ling took the wheelbarrow and said to his fellow villager gratefully: "Thank you, fellow villager. We will enjoy these watermelons. Please take care of yourself."
The fellow villager waved his hand, with a hint of respect in his eyes: "Comrades, you are the ones who work the hardest. As an ordinary citizen, it is my duty to do something for you."
Zhang Ling felt warm in his heart and nodded: "My fellow countryman, I will definitely come back to thank you on the day when we win the war of resistance!"