Meng Donghai received the medal, and his eyes immediately reddened.
He examined it carefully, and then passed it back. He patted Meng Xinian's shoulder and let out a deep sigh, "Good! Very good! You haven't brought shame to our Old Meng Family! You have suffered so much over these years!"
Who knew the bitterness this child had in his heart all these years? To achieve such an honor at twenty-two, how much hardship had he endured, how many injuries had he sustained?
Even I, his grandfather, had no idea.
Meng Xinian almost never took the initiative to tell him about the injuries he received in the Alliance District. Some were reported to him by Yang Zhiqi, and there were others that even Yang Zhiqi did not know about.
For minor injuries, Meng Xinian would simply apply some medicine and continue on to the training field.
