"Doctor Wu, is my husband back?"

Zhang Qing, who was in the ward, suddenly heard the nurse telling her to have a good rest and prepare for surgery tomorrow.

Zhang Qing was overjoyed when she heard the news, but then she thought of her husband An Zhiyuan, who was out raising money.

The gluttons invaded outside and the signal network was blocked. Since her husband left, the two have lost contact.

So, when I heard that Zhang Qing could have surgery tomorrow,

Subconsciously she thought it was her husband, the mainstay in her heart was back.

But when I asked the nurse, she said she didn't know, only that it was arranged by Dean Wu Jie.

And after seeing many injured soldiers in the hospital, and hearing about the gluttonous demons jointly invading Yanhuang,

Zhang Qing was worried about whether her husband was well, so she supported her frail body and came to Wu Jie's consultation room, hoping to see her husband An Zhiyuan.

However, Zhang Qing was disappointed.

Wu Jie, who had just sent Xia Xue away, was about to sit down.

When he saw Zhang Qing opening the door, he asked with a little worry in his eyes.

Faced with Zhang Qing who was so weak that she couldn't breathe even if she took another step, Wu Jie quickly helped Zhang Qing to sit down in the house.

"Your husband hasn't come back."

"He didn't come back?"

Before Wu Jie could finish speaking, Zhang Qing, whose face turned dark, asked with even more worry and doubt in her heart when she heard that her husband had not come back:

"Then how do you notify me of the surgery? I have no money at all!"

If Zhiyuan hasn't come back, where will the money come from to buy an artificial heart?

"You may have heard other people talk about the Taotie invasion. Now even if you have money, you can't buy an artificial heart."

"Then you...?"

As soon as Zhang Qing opened her mouth, Wu Jie raised his hand to stop him.

Wu Jie poured a glass of water for Zhang Qing and signaled her not to be excited, and slowly explained:

"Although your husband didn't come, your husband's boss Xia Xue came.

He took out the artificial heart and asked to operate on you immediately!"

"Xia Xue?" When Zhang Qing heard the word 'Xia Xue', she hesitated for a moment, then froze. She raised her hand out of breath and asked calmly: "You are not talking about Xia Xue."

Are you studying in Shenxia?"

"Yes, that's him."

Seeing Wu Jie nodding affirmatively, Zhang Qing's earth-colored cheeks regained some color, and she said in confusion:

"But my husband never said that he knew Xia Xue, the god of learning? Have you admitted your mistake?"

Wu Jie saw Zhang Qing who looked completely clueless, and then thought about when he asked Xia Xue and An Zhiyuan,

Xia Xue was vague, as if to cover up something, he said that An Zhiyuan was a rather special warrior.

Thinking of this, Wu Jie guessed that An Zhiyuan might have been hiding his identity as an agent. Then An Zhiyuan pressed his hands and hissed:

"You also know what Xia Xue does. Maybe your husband also does some... relatively confidential things."

Hearing this, Zhang Qing was a little shaken for a while.

Does her husband really have an identity unknown to her?

Could it be that her husband is actually a hidden warrior?

Suddenly, Zhang Qing thought of 'soldiers' and then thought of the injured soldiers in the hospital, and the proud look in her eyes became worried again.

Wu Jie, who was facing Zhang Qing, obviously saw Zhang Qing's worry and comforted him:

"Ms. Zhang Qing, I know you may be worried about your husband's safety.

But what you can do now is prepare well for the surgery and take good care of yourself.

This will also allow Soldier An Zhiyuan to rest assured!"

Hearing this, Zhang Qing sighed in her heart and could only nod silently.

The scene changed, and it was several miles away from Northern Star Hospital.

"Kid, why are you still coming out so late?"

It was already past seven o'clock in the evening, and on the street where the sky was getting dark,

A little boy carrying a bulging schoolbag that contained unknown contents was fearfully wary of his surroundings and walked quickly towards the north corner of Northern Star City.

Suddenly, a hand was put on the little boy's shoulder and he shouted.

The little boy, unaware of the arrival, suddenly turned around and retreated in fright.

However.

After taking a few steps, the little boy stopped, and his eyes showed surprise and surprise.

"You...are you studying Xia Xue?"

The little boy asked stutteringly when he saw the young man wearing a black windbreaker and a warm smile on his face.

"Well...if nothing else happens, the Xia Xue you are talking about should be me."

After joking, Xia Xue walked towards the little boy and asked in a gentle tone:

"Where are your parents? Why are you coming out alone so late?"

The Taotie invasion and transformation demons may appear at any time, so people in the North Star basically stay at home.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for an adult to fail to explain the situation outside to his or her children.

Why doesn't this little boy know the current situation? Why is he running out even though it's dark?

Xia Xue, who was confused in his heart, saw the little boy in front of him. When he heard what Xia Xue asked, his eyes lost the happiness of seeing Xia Xue, and he lowered his head and whispered softly:

"My mother was asleep and I ran out on my own."

Hearing this, Xia Xue's face did not change. He glanced at the bulging schoolbag behind the little boy and asked without blame:

"Why did you run out by yourself? Didn't your mother tell you not to come out randomly? What's wrong with you coming out so late?"

The little boy lowered his head, and the two hands that were holding each other clenched again. After a long silence, he raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes in the dark night, and said:

"Today, a warrior uncle came to my house. I overheard that warrior uncle saying that my father died and was buried in the North Loyal Soul Garden in the North Star City.

My mother cried all day and I coaxed her to sleep. I wanted to take my father’s favorite things with me and go see him. I haven’t seen him for a long time.”

The little boy still couldn't fully understand sacrifice and death, but he still felt that something had been lost in his heart and shed some tears.

In this way, he told Xia Xue, the god of learning, who was known and trusted by most people in Yan and Huang, the whole story.

On the contrary, after hearing what the little boy of about ten years old said about Xia Xue, he pursed his lips and bit his lips.

Xia Xue, who turned slightly to avoid the little boy's gaze, stretched out his hand to gently caress his sore eyes and trembling cheeks.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Xiaotian and Tang Nuo behind Xia Xue also turned away, with mixed feelings in their hearts.

Suddenly, Xia Xue turned sideways, patted the little boy on the shoulder, and said with a choke in his throat:

"Let's go, brother, take you to meet your warrior father!"

After saying this, Xia Xue stretched out his warm palm, took the little boy's hand, and walked towards the Loyal Soul Garden.

Half an hour later.

In front of a tombstone in Zhonghun Garden, a little boy placed wine, cigarettes and various snacks in his schoolbag in front of the tombstone.

After looking at the photo on the tombstone, he suddenly looked up at Xia Xue standing aside.

"Xue Shen, do you think dad can still see us? Do I no longer have a dad?"

Xia Xue looked up at the scattered stars in the sky, then lowered his head, smiled slightly and touched the little boy's head.

"Who said that? Your father has been watching you, protecting you, and protecting our Yanhuang!"

After saying this, Xia Xue held the little boy's left hand and activated his mental power in his mind.

In an instant, soldiers in military uniforms from Zhonghun Garden appeared in front of the little boy.

"dad!"

Right in front of the little boy, there was a familiar figure and face.

The little boy's eyes suddenly lit up with joy and he ran towards this figure.

The little boy suddenly threw himself into the arms of the warrior. He raised his head and looked at his father whom he had not seen for a long time with great joy.

"You brat, you still know how to bring me wine for you and me."

The soldier in front of the little boy raised his broad and strong palm, rubbed the little boy's head, and said with a smile.

Hearing the familiar voice, the little boy's heart, which had always been uneasy, suddenly felt a little calmer.
To be continued...