Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

Chapter 1140 Caught Eavesdropping

Jiang Wenxun told Chang Ye, "Actually, it's not that I didn't want to come back to find you all these years, but I had no choice!"

"Back then, while covering the evacuation of civilians, my left hand was severely injured and caused a serious infection, so I had to have it amputated."

"And then I suffered a devastating bombing attack in Anhui Province, which caused me to lose both my legs..." Jiang Wenxun said, turning to look at Qin Ye, whose face was already wet with tears and whose eyes were red.

He reached out and gently patted the other person's shoulder in a gesture of comfort.

Qin was heartbroken, tears streaming down his face like a burst dam. His voice choked with sobs as he said, "Brother Xun, you must have suffered so much these past years. How did you manage to get through it all?"

"Sigh, those days were truly unbearable. If it weren't for wanting to see the Japanese devils' plot fail and wanting to see the day we achieve victory, I would have..." Jiang Wenxun sighed deeply, his words filled with endless bitterness and sorrow.

After taking the pulse with a solemn expression, Jiang Jiyun slowly walked to the table, sat down, took out a pencil, and began to write in his notebook.

She might not be able to accurately diagnose other illnesses, but she could not escape the keen perception of the hidden injuries on Chang Ye's body.

Moreover, she discovered that many of the patient's vital organs showed signs of failure to varying degrees.

If left unattended, Changye's life will likely only be extended by two more years at most.

Jiang Jiyun asked, "Uncle Chang, do you have trouble sleeping at night because of coughing? Have you been coughing up blood lately?"

Chang hadn't expected this little girl to be so skilled in medicine; she was even able to diagnose this by taking a pulse.

The doctor in the city said that his lung injury was very serious, and he told himself to take better care of himself for the next two years.

Chang originally intended to return to his hometown, but the thought of causing his parents to experience the pain of losing their son again made him think that he would rather they believe that he had died in the battle to defend the city years ago.

"I'll go out with Brother Wei to see if there's a pharmacy nearby," Jiang Jiyun said, handing the written prescription to the person next to him.

Jiang Jiyuan took the paper his sister had torn off and his eyes fell on the flamboyant handwriting on it.

Looking at the familiar, incomplete characters, Jiang Jiyuan sighed deeply.

He looked at the slightly messy handwriting in his hand, then at his younger sister. No matter what he said, the child wouldn't listen.

Jiang Jiyuan shook his head helplessly, then sat down, picked up a pen and paper and said, "You can't write like that. Others may not be able to understand it. Don't always try to take shortcuts in the future."

Hearing her brother's criticism, Jiang Jiyun pouted and muttered dismissively.

Traditional Chinese characters are so complicated, with so many strokes, and so hard to remember. How can they be any easier than simplified Chinese characters?

Besides, I'm going with Brother Wei anyway. If they don't know me, I can just read it to them directly!

Just then, a loud voice came from outside, "Brother Ye, what's the matter that you urgently called us back?"

Chang also replied, "Dayong, it's our Brother Xun who's come looking for us!"

Upon hearing Chang Ye's voice, Shi Dayong quickened his pace and ran into the house.

Jiang Jiyun suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure rushing in; it was a burly man with a full beard.

His right hand seemed a little strange and quite unnatural, so he handed the load and rope to his left hand, while his right hand was only clutching a piece of clothing.

Following closely behind were several other people, also panting and sweating profusely.

These people all had dark skin, but their eyes were as bright as stars, and they all looked at Jiang Wenxun, who was sitting there.

Upon seeing the people enter, Jiang Wenxun immediately stood up and went forward to hug each of them.

In an instant, these grown men huddled together, each crying like a child.

Jiang Jiyun and Xiao Wei quietly squatted outside the house, leisurely cracking sunflower seeds, while secretly watching the group of people inside who were crying and pouring out their hearts.

Not long after, two more people rushed over.

Jiang Jiyun noticed that the two of them walked on their tiptoes, making a wobbly gait.

After they went inside, there was another earth-shattering wail.

After a long while, the crying gradually subsided, and the people inside began to chat.

Jiang Jiyun pricked up his ears, listening intently to the sounds coming from inside the room, secretly astonished.

Good heavens! She never expected that several children from prominent families were hidden among these people.

These young noblemen, accustomed to a life of luxury and debauchery, abandoned their extravagant lifestyle and threw themselves into the war against foreign invasion.

Undeterred by death, they rushed headlong into the smoke-filled front lines, willing to sacrifice their precious lives to defend the dignity and glory of their nation and people.

Even today, despite being abandoned by their superiors, not one of them has considered leaving their comrades behind and returning home alone.

Although they said they were ashamed to face their hometown elders, in reality they were more concerned about the deep affection between them that they couldn't sever.

At the same time, he was seriously injured and disabled, and he really couldn't bear to go back to his hometown and put his parents under that heavy pressure.

They all said that they were not only sons in their families, and that from the moment they left home, they were destined to be unfilial sons, so let their families think that they had died in battle!

Jiang Jiyun listened, sometimes sighing, sometimes laughing foolishly, and sometimes her eyes reddening as she listened to their words.

After Jiang Wenxun finished speaking, he glanced at Jiang Jiyun, who was squatting outside the door eating sunflower seeds, and she was eavesdropping.

He couldn't help but chuckle at his little niece's comical appearance.

Then she called softly, "Xiaoyun, come in quickly! Look at you, you've almost twisted your neck out of shape, aren't you tired?"

Jiang Jiyun, who was originally immersed in the pleasure of eavesdropping, suddenly trembled upon hearing this and froze as if she had been electrocuted.

She slowly turned her head, and when her gaze met the unanimous stares of everyone in the room, her cheeks instantly flushed red.

"Hehe... Uncle Xun, are you done chatting?" Jiang Jiyun stood up when he realized he had been discovered.

As soon as she moved, she plopped down on the ground, and Xiao Wei quickly reached out to support her head.

This guy just lost his memory; if he falls and hits his head again, he might forget them all.

"My legs are numb!" Jiang Jiyun said awkwardly, reaching out to rub her legs.

Xiao Wei chuckled and helped her sit up, then massaged her legs. Jiang Wenxun, not wanting to be outdone, came over as well.

He looked at Jiang Jiyun's grimacing face and said with concern, "You've been so focused on eavesdropping that you don't even know how to stand up and stretch your legs?"

After a while, Jiang Jiyun followed Jiang Wenxun into the house, where he was led around and addressed as "uncle" to each of them.

Ni Hong said to Jiang Wenxun with a resentful look, "Brother Xun, we are really sorry to hear this. We don't have a decent gift to give to the child right now."