Southwest First Military Region.
In the corridor of the military hospital, a burly middle-aged officer was pacing back and forth outside the operating room.
After a long while, the operating room door was pushed open, and he immediately went to meet him.
"Old Zhang, how is Comrade Xiao Chen doing?"
The military doctor took off his mask, a hint of fatigue on his face. "Reporting, Chief, Comrade Chen Yuan is out of danger. All bullets have been removed, and the wounds have been cleaned. He should wake up soon after the medication wears off."
Hearing this news, Li Zhan let out a long breath, his brows relaxing considerably.
"But..." Director Zhang hesitated, "Due to the delayed treatment on the battlefield, coupled with the bumpy journey during transport, his right leg's nerves suffered permanent damage. I'm afraid from now on... he'll have to use crutches."
"Is there still a chance for recovery?"
"I've done my best to allow him to walk like a 'limper' in the future, but nerve damage is very difficult to repair. Even the best experts in the country offer little hope..." Director Zhang shook his head.
Li Zhan's face was bitter as he murmured, "Old Chen, Old Chen... you entrusted this one son to the army before you sacrificed. This boy also strove to do well, but what a pity..."
In a trance, his memory seemed to return to the battlefield ten years ago.
In a scorched earth after a bombing, his comrade, covered in blood, held his hand and gave his last instructions, "Old Li, I'm afraid I won't make it... cough, cough... My son, Xiao Yuan, I entrust him to your care..."
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Inside the ward.
Chen Yuan slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness gradually returning from the darkness.
What greeted his eyes was a dim yellow incandescent light. The light was not very bright, but it stung his eyes a little.
Before him was a simple ward. The white paint on the walls had yellowed a bit, and an old-fashioned IV stand with a glass bottle stood by the bed, a brown liquid dripping into his arm through a rubber tube.
The room was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant, mixed with the scent of medicine, making it somewhat suffocating.
"Where did this bring me...?"
Just as Chen Yuan was in a daze, a strange yet familiar flood of memories surged into his mind.
Battlefields, gunshots, explosions, casualties... unfamiliar scenes flashed through his mind.
"Did I transmigrate?"
Chen Yuan gradually realized that he had transmigrated to the winter of 1964!
The original owner of this body was also named Chen Yuan, a soldier who had just returned wounded from the Anti-American Aid Vietnam War. His father was a hero who sacrificed his life on the Korean War battlefield, and his grandfather participated in the Anti-Japanese War.
Three generations of his ancestors could be said to be incredibly distinguished.
"War is still too cruel..." Chen Yuan sighed. At this time, the country was not yet a world giant. To enjoy peace, people needed to shed blood and sweat!
The original owner's entire family had sacrificed for this.
Before Chen Yuan could finish his patriotic sentiments, he suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from the base of his right leg. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it, only more intense pain came over him.
This was the original owner's most severe injury on the Vietnam battlefield.
"Am I, a transmigrator, going to inherit this useless leg?"
A deep fear gripped his heart. In modern society, disability still meant many inconveniences, let alone in the 1960s, a time of scarce resources and harsh conditions?
Just as Chen Yuan was panicking, the ward door opened, and Chief Li Zhan walked in.
He strode to the bed, a forced smile on his face: "Xiao Chen, you're awake? How do you feel?"
Chen Yuan recognized him from his memories. This was his father's old comrade-in-arms, who had shared life and death with him, and was now the Chief of the entire Southwest First Military Region.
In his memories, after his father's sacrifice, he was entrusted to his care.
"Hello, Chief!" Chen Yuan subconsciously tried to sit up and salute.
Li Zhan quickly stopped him, "Don't move, don't move. Rest well. If you need anything, just call the nurse. Your task now is to recover from your injuries."
He sat on the stool by the bed, sighed, seemingly organizing his words, and awkwardly rubbed his knees with his rough hands.
"Xiao Chen, there's something... I must tell you personally. Your right leg... the nerves suffered permanent damage. The doctor said... you might not be able to move it freely in the future, and certainly not go to the battlefield."
This news, for Chen Yuan, could only be described as mixed blessings.
After all, he wasn't the real third-generation Red Army member. He had the highest respect for the soldiers, but if he were to live that kind of life, he might not be able to accept it, both in terms of ability and mentality.
Seeing Chen Yuan's momentary silence, Li Zhan patted his shoulder, his voice filled with apology: "Your father was my best comrade-in-arms. He entrusted you to me before he sacrificed. Seeing you like this, I... I feel very guilty.
Of course, for heroes like you, the country will not abandon you!"
He paused, then continued: "Now there are two paths before you: one is to stay in the army, but you can no longer be a soldier. Your military rank can be retained, but you can only transfer to the rear, for example, as a scribe, logistics, or propaganda;
The second is to transfer to civilian work. The army will arrange a good job and life for you, ensuring you have enough to eat and wear."
The Chief's expression was serious and concerned, a hint of worry in his brows: "You don't have to answer immediately. Think about it carefully. Whichever path you choose, I will do my best to help you arrange it."
Hearing this, Chen Yuan fell into deep thought.
Both choices had their pros and cons.
Staying in the army, with the Chief's connections, his future career development would be much smoother, but army life was always monotonous and very restrictive.
If he transferred to civilian work, he would have to start from scratch, with many uncertainties. He would have to figure out the ways of life and social rules of this era from the beginning. The advantage would be that he could live a life with a wife, children, and a warm bed, and there wouldn't be as many restrictions on his life.
Comparing the two, it was difficult to decide at once.
Just as Chen Yuan was struggling, a mechanical prompt suddenly sounded in his mind!
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