Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 1274: Chapter 1275: As Long as I’m Alive

In her sleep, Cheng Su felt her body shaking. Could it be another earthquake? Groggily opening her eyes, she saw Xiao Yun looking at her worriedly. It turned out Xiao Yun was shaking her, and she couldn’t help but ask, "What’s the matter?"

She sat up, feeling weak and exhausted, glancing out the window to see that dawn was already breaking.

"Aunt, why are you crying? Did you have a nightmare?" Xiao Yun asked, concerned.

Was she crying?

Cheng Su touched her cheek, indeed wet and sticky, and she was taken aback. Why was she crying?

"You were just crying softly, and I called you but you didn’t hear me," Xiao Yun said. "Did you have a scary dream?"

Cheng Su smiled, saying, "Perhaps I did. Fortunately, Xiao Yun woke me. Did Aunt scare you, Xiao Yun?"

She had already forgotten what dream she had just had, unclear as if seen through a haze, and without a trace of memory.

"Xiao Yun isn’t afraid." Xiao Yun approached and hugged her waist, saying, "Aunt doesn’t need to be scared either. Xiao Yun is here!"

"Yes, Aunt isn’t afraid." Cheng Su felt comforted; after living together for several days, this child’s attachment to her had grown deeper, showing concern for her. It wasn’t in vain.

She glanced at the sky and said, "It’s morning. Do you want to sleep more, Xiao Yun? If not, get up, and Aunt will teach you how to make dumplings today."

"Okay!"

Cheng Su got up to dress, looking at the faintly brightening sky, but her heart was racing, feeling anxious and fearful.

Qi Taiguo, are you okay? When will you come back?

As Cheng Su thought of Qi Taiguo, he was sinking into water in a coma, being very tired and in pain, finding the water comforting to the point of not wanting to get up.

But he seemed to hear Cheng Su’s cry, hearing her calling.

Cheng Su, his Su, his beloved, the treasure he holds dearly.

Don’t cry, because he would be sad and heartbroken.

"Here, found him!" Someone seemed to shout in his ear, and another person held him from behind, dragging him upwards.

"Hurry, lift him up."

People on the boat hastily raised Qi Taiguo up. Someone knelt beside him, crossed hands, pressing rhythmically on his chest, occasionally performing artificial respiration.

Air, fresh air.

Qi Taiguo greedily breathed in, his chest hurting, very painful.

Soon, he spit out some dirty river water, coughing several times.

"Alright, he’s fine now!"

Ning Le sat down heavily on the ground, finally relieved. If anything had happened to Qi Taiguo here, he’d never have a peaceful life.

"Look at Commander Qi’s back!" Someone pointed at Qi Taiguo’s turned side and exclaimed.

Ning Le looked over, gasped, the vest he was wearing had already burned to tatters, and the entire back was bloodied and mutilated from the explosion.

"Immediately send him to the hospital," Battalion Commander Jiang saw this and ordered solemnly.

Extensive blast injuries aren’t a joke; if not handled well, they can get infected and then become fatal.

Therefore, they must not take it lightly.

Qi Taiguo slightly opened his eyes amid shocked cries, feeling his body rocking, hot and cold, in pain, people were conversing, but he couldn’t hear anything, rolled his eyes, and fainted again.

It’s good to feel pain; knowing you’re in pain means you’re still alive.

Being alive is good!

He at least can return to his wife and tell her he loves her.