The next diary entry will be ten days later.
December 7, 1956
I still told my parents that my stomach couldn't wait any longer. They must be very disappointed with me. My parents wanted me to abort the child, but I didn't want to. Maybe this is my and my third brother's only child, and I definitely can't Abort it. My mother doesn’t want me to be looked down upon by the world, so she wants me to get married as soon as possible. Third brother, it would be great if you were in front of me now. My parents like soldiers the most, and they will accept you. You When will you pick me up?
December 13, 1956.
Third brother, I'm sorry, I'm getting married. I can't help it. I can endure the rumors from the outside world, but the child is innocent. I don't want anyone to secretly call our child a bastard. That man is very nice and kind. I told him that we had a fake marriage and I would not let him touch me. I will always be your woman.
But I'm so scared. When you come back to pick me up, will you dislike me if you find out that I'm married?
Seeing this, the tough-minded man burst into tears while holding his notebook.
His heart felt like it had been cut in half, and it hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.
He endured the heartache and read to the end. The diary ended in 1961. Zheng Weiguo could see that she was very unhappy.
From the beginning she had high expectations for him, then she became disheartened, and finally she gave up all hope. However, throughout the entire diary, Dong Na did not complain about him.
Zheng Weiguo pressed the notebook to his chest and curled up with his heart spasming.
"Why?"
"Why don't you hate me?"
Two hours passed, and Zheng Weiguo never came out of Dong Na's ancestral hall, making Lu Yao restless.
Duan Mingjie: "Let's go up and have a look."
Lu Yao took his hand and left.
A minute later, Lu Yao screamed, "Uncle Zheng, Uncle Zheng!"
As soon as Lu Yao and Duan Mingjie opened the door, they saw Zheng Weiguo lying on the ground.
The two of them ran over in a hurry, and Duan Mingjie subconsciously sniffed at him.
Noticing his movements, Lu Yao held her breath, her heart rising in her throat.
Feeling Zheng Weiguo's hot breath coming from his nose, Duan Mingjie breathed a sigh of relief and quickly touched his forehead.
Extremely hot.
Duan Mingjie picked him up and said, "He has a fever. Send him to the hospital quickly."
Lu Yao stood up hurriedly, "I'll call uncle!"
Dong Defang couldn't sleep either, so he came over when he heard the noise.
Seeing Duan Mingjie carrying Zheng Weiguo down, his voice changed, "What's going on?"
Duan Mingjie explained: "Uncle Zheng has a fever."
Chen Yuncai: "Send him to the hospital quickly!"
Zheng Weiguo's jeep was still outside. Dong Defang knew how to drive a car, but he didn't know if the jeep could be driven in the same way as a car, so he had to let Duan Mingjie carry Zheng Weiguo to a nearby small clinic to get rid of his fever first.
Lu Yao stopped Chen Yuncai and said, "Sister, you can take care of the children at home, and we can go."
Chen Yuncai: "Go quickly."
Lu Yao quickly followed Duan Mingjie and the others.
The three people hurriedly sent the person to a nearby small clinic. The doctor looked at Zheng Weiguo's condition and gave him a small fever-reducing injection without even having time to get the thermometer.
After the small injection, the doctor brought the thermometer.
Duan Mingjie took it and asked Zheng Weiguo to lean against him and take his temperature.
But Zheng Weiguo clung to the book and refused to let go, leaving Duan Mingjie unable to do anything.
"Uncle Zheng?"
Duan Mingjie called him.
Zheng Weiguo didn't respond.
Duan Mingjie tried to take the notebook from his hand, but Zheng Weiguo was very strong and couldn't take it out several times. He was afraid of tearing the notebook with force.
Lu Yao, who was standing aside, bit her lip and walked over.
She bent down and said softly to Zheng Weiguo, "Uncle Zheng, you have a fever. Please raise your arm if you want to take your temperature."
Zheng Weiguo still didn't respond.
Lu Yao frowned anxiously.
Dong Defang came over, lifted his arm with both hands, and said to Duan Mingjie, "Try to see if you can put the thermometer in."
Duan Mingjie quickly put the thermometer into Zheng Weiguo's armpit. Uneasy, he touched it again and made sure it was in place before holding down Zheng Weiguo's arm to prevent the thermometer from falling off.
Seeing Zheng Weiguo hugging Dong Na's notebook tightly, Lu Yao and Dong Defang felt mixed feelings.
Doctors noticed, too.
"Is he holding something important?"
Under the candlelight, the doctor saw clearly the military uniform on Zheng Weiguo's body.
It turns out he is a soldier, no wonder he has such a strong willpower, even though he is unconscious, he is still protecting his precious things.
No one answered the doctor's words. Perhaps only Zheng Weiguo himself could feel the importance of this book to him.
Ten minutes later, Duan Mingjie took out the thermometer.
The doctor looked at it and said: "39 degrees 8. If the fever continues, there will be problems with the person's brain."
Lu Yao: "Doctor, does he need a needle?"
"The needle must be inserted. When he wakes up, you can take him to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow."
It's almost eleven o'clock now, and the hospital is far away. It's too late tonight.
Lu Yao nodded, "Okay, please."
The doctor went to prepare the injection. Lu Yao brought a quilt to make the bed and said to Duan Mingjie, "Let him lie down."
Duan Mingjie nodded lightly, Dong Defang went over to help him, and together they lifted Zheng Weiguo onto the bed.
Worried that the doctor could not see the medicine clearly, Lu Yao ran over and held an oil lamp to illuminate him.
During the acupuncture, Lu Yao and Duan Mingjie each took an oil lamp.
The doctor smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have been doing injections for more than ten years, so I have experience."
Lu Yao twitched the corners of her lips, leaned over and put Zheng Weiguo's hand on his chest.
Zheng Weiguo was unwilling to put down the notebook in his hand, but it was difficult for the doctor.
Lu Yao had no choice but to grit her teeth, lowered her head to Zheng Weiguo's ear, opened her mouth, and waited for a while before shouting out.
"father--"
After shouting, Lu Yao felt extremely awkward, but there was no time for her to relax now, "The doctor is going to give you an injection, can you give me the notebook first?"
Zheng Weiguo's eyes suddenly moved.
Seeing the effect, Lu Yao was pleasantly surprised, "Dad, I'll hold it for you, and when the needle is inserted, I'll return it to you, okay?"
The doctors and others looked at Zheng Weiguo's hands without blinking.
His hand moved slowly, and Duan Mingjie quickly took the notebook away from his hand.
The doctor successfully inserted the needle.
Lu Yao put the notebook in Zheng Weiguo's hand that was not acupuncture.
Dong Defang on the side was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, Zheng Weiguo must have done it on purpose!
He just wants to hear Yaoyao call him daddy!
Despicable and shameless!
He was so angry!
Lu Yao turned to face Dong Defang's face, which was twisted with anger.
"uncle?"
Dong Defang quickly regained his expressionless expression.
Lu Yao blinked, and her uncle's face changed really quickly.
"Uncle, it will take more than three bottles of water. It will be late at night. Why don't you go back first? Duan Mingjie and I will be fine here."
Dong Defang glanced at Zheng Weiguo, whose face was red due to fever, pursed his lips and said, "Okay, I'll go back first, and I'll come back later."
