Chapter Thirty-Two

  That day, ten lifeboats went out and only found Ding Ling alone. The other seven people were all killed in the disaster. During the search and rescue process, a soldier was also swept into the sea and sacrificed.

  However, the superior breathed a sigh of relief after feeling heavy. Fortunately, fortunately, Miss Ding was rescued back. Next time, no matter what, she can't come to our place again, and we can't bear this responsibility. If something really goes wrong, do you still want to mix in the military?

  Ding Ling's mother and grandfather, paternal grandmother, arrived on the small island of Nanhui the next day. Their arrival caused a commotion among the military officers stationed on the island, with even the division commander coming to pay his respects.

  Although Mr. Ding repeatedly said that it was no trouble for you all, he just came to see his own granddaughter, a completely private affair, and you didn't need to accompany him.

  But still a group of people came along, many of whom were direct descendants of the Ding and Wu families. The group got off the plane and rushed straight to the medical room on the island.

  The conditions here are not very good, they are all multi-person wards. In order to give Ding Ling a single room, a small storage room was specially cleaned up for her.

  The storeroom had no windows and the air was not very well ventilated, making the room feel somewhat stuffy. As soon as the two old generals entered, they furrowed their brows.

  "How can there not even be a fan? Are all the wards in such conditions?" General Ding's voice was full of reproach.

  The battalion commander immediately stepped forward, first standing at attention before beginning his explanation, "Yes."

  "Recently a typhoon passed by, there was not enough electricity, so all the fans stopped."

  The general's brow furrowed even deeper. "Soldiers are the nation's precious resources, their health is the basic guarantee of national defense, how can they be neglected like this?"

  The room was silent except for the occasional humming of the electric light due to unstable voltage.

  "Border guards especially need to have their living needs guaranteed. If you don't take good care of them, how can they defend the country well?"

  "And besides, the power supply on the island involves the transmission of information and communication, how important is that! No need for me to say, you all know! So, how can the power go wrong?"

  All the officers, big and small, were silent as cicadas in winter, looking at each other in dismay.

  "Improve immediately!"

  General Ding's one sentence, in just a few days, all power equipment on islands such as the South China Sea and Xisha were replaced.

  Ding Ling, who had narrowly escaped death, fell into a coma for two days before coming to. The doctor said that fortunately she was physically strong, if she were like Lin Daiyu, that kind of delicate girl, she would have been beyond salvation.

  When she woke up, she was already lying in a doctor's office converted into a sickroom. The room had a large window, and although it was dark outside, the air inside the house was fresh and had a strong smell of water.

  It can be said that she woke up in a fright, the thick smell of water making her think she was still struggling in the sea, both hands desperately flapping around, and suddenly grabbing General Ding's hand sitting in front of the bed.

  "Help!" Ding Ling shouted out in a daze.

  "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Grandpa is here, Grandpa is here." General Ding suddenly transformed from a high-ranking general to a loving old man.

  "Go call the doctor." General Wu saw his granddaughter wake up and also shouted with joy. The young guard immediately ran out.

  Ding Ling's mother also stood up and said, "Lingling, Mom is here too. Don't be afraid."

  Ding Ling woke up in the gentle voice of her loved ones, holding her mother's and grandfather's hands, and cried out in grievance.

  She thought she would never see them again when the plane crashed into the sea, now being able to see them alive is a mix of sadness and joy that can only be expressed through tears.

  "Good child, don't cry anymore, it's okay now."

  They comforted Ding Ling, and also comforted themselves. From the moment they received the news of the plane crash, everyone's heart was hanging by a thread. Which old person can bear to send off their white-haired child with their black-haired one?

  Until I saw the child open his eyes safely, this heart was finally put down.

  Two days later, Ding Ling fully recovered.

  Ding Ling's mother said: "We must thank that little warrior who saved you."

  Ding Ling nodded repeatedly, "Uh-huh, uh-huh, I said it a long time ago, you guys owe me a life-saving favor, and yet you're making me lie in bed."

  "Haha, my granddaughter is so sensible."

  General Ding laughed happily.

  "Hey, you shouldn't talk like that. She's our granddaughter." General Wu was displeased.

  "What? Is that your granddaughter or what? Don't be so familiar."

  "What? You old thing, was it born by my daughter or not?"

  The two old men had been quarreling since they were young, and it had been almost sixty years now. When they met, they didn't argue, but both of them felt uncomfortable all over. "Grandpa, Grandma, you two are like a couple of mischievous kids!" Ding Ling pointed at the two old men, laughing so hard that she was holding her belly.

  "But this thank you must be thanked properly, ask him if he has any ideas or requests, and try to satisfy them as much as possible."

  For his own granddaughter, the old man can no longer care about the party constitution and discipline that he usually hangs on his mouth, and also wants to use his power for personal gain.

  General Wu did not refute him this time, but nodded in agreement, "Yes, we should thank him properly."

  When Ding Ling saw that it was Ming Lang who had saved her, she was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing.

  "I really didn't expect that you would be my lifesaver." Ding Ling said with a smile.

  "Thank you!"

  Minglang was dragged into this, and in his opinion, it's just a small matter. Even if he weren't a soldier, but an ordinary person, he would still jump into the water to save someone. As for who he saved, that's not important at all. There's no need to make a big fuss about it, with praise and gratitude.

  What a nuisance! Ming Lang was already annoyed that he was stuck on the warship due to bad luck, and now they just wouldn't stop bothering him about it. So, when he arrived at the team headquarters, his face still looked frosty.

  "Not hot nor cold, he replied to Ding Ling with a sentence: 'Nothing, no need to be polite, everyone rescued you together.'"

  Ding Ling felt a little unhappy in her heart, although she was indeed the benefactor who saved her life, but did not have to be so arrogant. But she couldn't turn around and leave, after all, who made her owe such a great favor to someone else? The situation that day had already been told to her by other soldiers, at that time, they risked their lives to rescue her from the sea.

  The atmosphere was a bit chilly, so to avoid further awkwardness, Ding Ling had to rack her brains again to think of a topic. After some thought, she finally came up with one: "Hey, I saw you play pool last time and you were pretty good! How about we have another game sometime?"

  Her bright face finally relaxed a bit, and she felt that her outburst of anger at others was somewhat too lacking in elegance. She smiled dryly and said, "Well, I got thoroughly defeated last time. Let's have another match when we get the chance."

  Suddenly, two young topics sprang up, and they also had a common acquaintance, Hengyun and Yu Su. Of course, most of the topics were about Hengyun, one was that Minglang only took an interest in that person, on the other hand, Yu Su was too serious and rigid, there's really nothing good to say about him.