When the few people took Feng Chen away, Yan Bubu did not try to stop them. He just rushed back to the room, grabbed the cloth bag and followed them.
He followed them all the way to the elevator. When Major General Lin stopped him from following, he asked, "Can I give my birthday present to my brother? Today is his birthday, and I haven't given him the present I bought for him yet."
Major General Lin remained silent, and Colonel Yu said, "Then you can give it to him."
Yan Bubu took out the dagger from his cloth bag and walked to Feng Chen.
"This is my birthday present for you. The uncle who sold it to me said that he used this knife to kill dragons, defeat gods, and help Binunu fight dark wizards."
Everyone couldn't help but glance at the dagger, then quickly looked away.
"This gift is great, you will definitely like it." Yan Bubu put the dagger into Feng Chen's trouser pocket, "You have to get better soon, you must get better."
Feng Chen was carried on the back of a soldier, his head and hands hanging limply. As if he heard Yan Bubu's words, his cracked lips twitched and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Colonel Yu, can patients bring weapons into the medical station?" A soldier asked Colonel Yu quietly, "The rules say that nothing is allowed to be brought in, and this is a knife..."
Colonel Yu glanced at Major General Lin who was waiting for the elevator, and lowered his voice and said, "Take it with you. It's a child's thought. Besides, the patient is so burned, so carrying a dagger won't cause any safety hazards. It will also be convenient for cutting fruits or something."
Soldier: “…Okay.”
The soldier took a step back, and the soldier next to him lowered his voice and asked him, "Are there any fruits in the ward? I haven't seen any fruits in the entire resettlement site."
"Don't ask. Colonel Yu said it can cut fruit, so it can."
Major General Lin was waiting for the elevator with an expressionless face, as if he hadn't heard anything.
After the elevator left, Yan Bubu lowered his head and walked back slowly. Wu You touched his head and said, "Let's go. Uncle Wu will take you to dinner."
Yan Bubu sat at the dining table with a heavy heart, pressing the potatoes in the lunch box with a spoon, mashing all three potatoes into a mush before putting them into his mouth.
Wu You took out a glass canning jar from his arms, unscrewed the lid, picked up two large pieces of pickled vegetables and put them into his lunch box: "Eat quickly, the potatoes will not taste good if they get cold."
"Major General Lin said my brother will be back in a day or two." Yan Bubu seemed to be talking to Wu You, or to himself, nodding as he spoke.
Wu You agreed: "That's for sure, Qin Shen is just sick with a fever. He has a good appearance, so he will be fine. Just wait for him for two days, and when you wake up and open your eyes, hey, he's back, standing in front of you."
"It's not two days, it's one or two days," Yan Bubu corrected, putting the emphasis on the word "one".
"Yes, one or two days."
Yan Bubu also became happy. He scooped a spoonful of mashed potatoes and fed it into his mouth with pickles. His cheeks were bulging with food.
Wu You looked at him with a smile and put two more pieces of pickled vegetables in his bowl: "This is the pickled vegetables I made myself. My son has had a poor appetite since he was a child, but he can eat two bowls of this pickled vegetable fried rice with eggs."
Yan Bubu chewed the pickles and said, "What about your son? How come I have never seen him before?"
The smile on Wu You's face disappeared, and he looked at Yan Bubu with a dazed look: "He's gone."