CHAPTER 1723: CHAPTER 1722: A COMEDY OF ERRORS

Thinking about the pain Qin Jian was enduring at this moment, An Hao felt as though her heart was being sliced apart with a dull knife.

Every time she thought of Qin Jian lying on the operating table, his chest opened up while the attending doctors remained helpless, An Hao couldn’t stop the flood of tears.

She didn’t want others to see her crying, so she turned her head to look out the window, silently letting her tears flow time and again, then forcing them back with effort.

Finally, the plane arrived at its destination.

As it stopped on the hospital’s helipad, a number of doctors were already waiting to receive them.

At the same time, Zhang Jianguo was standing there as well, his expression heavy as he anxiously awaited their arrival.

An Hao couldn’t spare a moment to speak with Zhang Jianguo and simply followed Yan Ye, rushing ahead without hesitation.

"What’s the current condition of the injured?"

Yan Ye asked as he walked quickly.

"Not very optimistic. Dr. Yan, we beg you to save our regiment commander."

"Don’t worry, I’ll do my best!"

Yan Ye donned his white lab coat and sanitized himself before entering the operating room—everything was prepared and ready.

He glanced at An Hao, who was standing beside him.

Her eyes were bloodshot, swollen to the point they looked like walnuts.

"Are you okay? No issues, right?" Yan Ye asked with some concern. After all, it was her husband lying on the operating table.

Not everyone possesses the courage to face such a brutally harsh reality.

"I’m fine," An Hao bit her lip and took a deep breath, "Let’s go. Let’s head into the operating room now."

Zhang Jianguo watched as Yan Ye led An Hao and Dr. Lu into the operating room, and he let out a quiet sigh of relief.

As long as they were here, he believed the injured would surely be saved.

"Commander, that female doctor just now, her eyes were so red from crying—she wouldn’t happen to be Regiment Commander Qin’s wife, would she?" A battalion commander standing beside Zhang Jianguo remarked.

They were all men who had "fallen in the line of duty" during a military exercise, so they had stayed to accompany the scene, hoping to witness their regiment commander pull through this life-and-death ordeal.

With the reminder from this battalion commander, Zhang Jianguo couldn’t help but realize that An Hao’s emotions seemed somewhat off.

"That’s not your regiment commander’s wife! That’s Regiment Commander Qin of the infantry unit’s wife!"

"This military spouse sure seems emotional, huh? Hearing about a soldier being injured was enough to make her cry like this!" the battalion commander said sentimentally.

Suddenly, Zhang Jianguo understood everything at once: "Oh no! Who was it that made the contact just now?! Did they fail to clarify things over the phone?"

"It was the hospital that handled the communication. Why? Could there have been some mistake?"

"An Hao must’ve thought this Regiment Commander Qin was her husband Qin Jian! That’s why she cried her heart out and rushed over here!" Zhang Jianguo explained.

"Ah, that’s possible!"

"This is a major misunderstanding!" Zhang Jianguo shook his head helplessly, "But in a way, Qin Jian lucked out. The military exercise will be ending soon, and then he’ll be able to reunite with his wife!"

......

As soon as An Hao entered the operating room, she hurried straight toward the injured individual. When she saw that the person lying on the operating table wasn’t Qin Jian, she froze in place.

"This... What’s going on here?"

Yan Ye, noticing her reaction, was also taken aback—could a mistake like this really happen?

But if it wasn’t Qin Jian, then it was fine.

The weight on his heart felt significantly lighter. He smiled at An Hao and said, "In a way, this isn’t bad news for you, right?"

An Hao nearly broke into relieved laughter, "It’s truly unexpected! But we still need to focus on saving the injured man quickly. I don’t want his wife to experience the same painful emotions I went through!"