"If I remember correctly, these families are leaving."
Yi Chichi immediately understood what she meant, "Old Huang doesn't have that capability."
In the military, the decision about officers and soldiers staying or leaving isn't up to someone at the camp level.
Ji Jian sighed, "They know that too, they're just trying to fight for it."
I can understand, but it's useless.
Yang Qing can't whisper sweet nothings to Old Huang, and even if she could, Old Huang is powerless.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Ji Jian sensibly stopped the topic and instead said, "I wonder how severe Yang Qing's injury is."
It's quite serious.
The back of her head is injured, bleeding a lot and it looks scary.
For easier disinfection and application of medicine, Zhang Xin and the others shaved the hair on the back of her head.
When Yi Chichi and the others arrived, she was lying on the infirmary bed, moaning.
She was conscious, but her face was pale with a pained expression.
