The cold Regiment Commander Liu said, âDirector Ye, I have something to discuss with Old Yan. We canât chat with you.â Regiment Commander Liu was much more direct than Political Commissar Yan.
Although he was direct, there was no trace of anger on Ye Zhifanâs face. He could still maintain his demeanor as he replied, âDonât worry about it, sorry for disturbing you. Very well then, weâll chat another day.â
After speaking, he left quickly.
Regiment Commander Liu stared at his back and sneered, âI really donât know where he gets his courage. He really thinks so highly of himself. Hmph, he even dares to be cruel to his own niece. This kind of officer, I really donât see how he is worth peopleâs respect.â
âHe is a bad person, you donât need to be close to him, but you also donât have to be in terrible terms with him. The more you try to shake him off, it seems that the more generous he becomes, and he wonât argue with you.â Political Commissar Yan was soft but also strong at the same time. He could softly block a personâs fist but also fiercely throw a fist over to the person.
Therefore, he was the political commissar, and Regiment Commander Liu was the regiment commander.
A regiment commander cannot be too soft. He must be fierce to keep in control of the militaryâs morale.
Regiment Commander Liu had always been able to listen to Political Commissar Yanâs opinions. Upon hearing his words, he responded indifferently and then changed to another topic, âI believe Old Chen canât work anymore; he is old and has too many old diseases. How can we explain to Ye Jian if anything happens to him?â
âLetâs wait for him to get out of danger this time and then arrange something lighter. We canât let him guide the new recruits because he is very serious, even I am scared.â
They didnât know what Old Chenâs previous identity was; they couldnât search for it, nor did he say anything about it.
But one thing was certain; Old Chenâs identity was not simple; there was no denying it. As a veteran who had left the army, it was impossible for him to enter the army again so casually. He must have an individual identity. Just like Old Uncle Gen, a retired sergeant major, a national treasure-level old soldier, old revolution, even if he was discharged from the army, the troops still valued him a lot.
Political Commissar Yan agreed with a sigh, âI donât have any comments, but it depends on Old Chenâs willingness.â Looking up at the operating room with the red light still on, Political Commissar Yanâs expression was slightly solemn, âIâm afraid itâs difficult.â
âWe let Ye girl to persuade him then. With her, it will be half the effort and twice the result.â
The two of them didnât pay attention to Ye Zhifan anymore, and they didnât expect that he actually went to check who the leader in the operating room was.
âChen Dongfeng?â Ye Zhifan was surprised when he found out who it was. Chen Dongfeng, a middle school principal, can actually be remembered by the troops. If it was Ye Zhifan himself who was ill, he doubts if the regiment commander and political commissar will come to visit him.
âCan you find out Chen Dongfengâs identity? He is the principal of my daughterâs former junior high school. I am a bit close to him. Now that he is sick, I want to see if I can invite his wife and children over to visit him and not argue with him about old things.â
âAs human beings, we are all like this, whenever we are old, we will want people to accompany us, even if itâs just simple chatting, it will still make us feel at ease. It is also good for recovery.â
He was talking to a manager in the hospital to see if he could find the identity of Principal Chen through his medical records.
When the manager heard him on the phone, he smiled and said, âSimple matter. Iâll ask for you. Itâs rare for you to call me to check something, so Iâll definitely do my best to help you.â
Ye Zhifan smiled and apologized as soon as he heard it. He was indeed polite, with the prestige of an official, and a somewhat close attitude towards people.