"Ah!"
Outside the door, Wang Ye didn't leave immediately.
He could see that Yan Zhiming was reluctant to leave the military camp.
But he also knew that Yan Zhiming was a person with a strong will deep down.
He didn't want sympathy.
He didn't need sympathy either.
A soldier can't be a soldier forever.
Just as Wang Ye had said.
Enough, he had shed blood for the country. Although his military career was short, only a year, he had already lived up to the identity of a soldier.
Instead of staying in the army and becoming a cared-for patient, it was better to return home with honor and achievements.
Looking back at the ward where Yan Zhiming was, Wang Ye took a heavy step in his heart.
...
"Damn, why aren't these white-caps being arrogant now?
Look, I've even got my hands in my pockets, and they haven't come out!"
