Reborn 1980, the pretty military wife, the rough military man’s doting on her day and night

"Qingran, you are so amazing. I didn't expect you to have medical skills!"

This time, many people saw Li Qingran rescuing people in the canteen, and many military wives who knew her started talking to her.

After all, it would not hurt them to know one more person who knows medical skills.

"What's so great about it? You can use all kinds of tricks to offer treasures. If you accidentally kill the political commissar's daughter, I'll see how you deal with it."

Feng Xiaoyan held her lunch box sourly and made sarcastic remarks.

"I think you are just jealous. Jealous that Qingran saved the political commissar's daughter. If you have the ability, save her too!"

Feng Xiaoyan was blocked by a little daughter-in-law and couldn't say a word.

"I don't know if you are a bitch or not, but your jealous look does make people feel quite ugly."

Feng Xiaoyan looked at Li Qingran surrounded by everyone, and felt even more angry.

They left without even having a meal.

Li Qingran looked at the enthusiastic military wives and felt warm in her heart. To be honest, the original owner didn't go out to socialize before, but most military wives in this era are still enthusiastic and kind-hearted.

Li Qingran held the lunch box, and even the man serving food in the cafeteria smiled.

"The little girl is amazing. The tiger husband of Camp Commander Song's family has a tiger wife."

The corners of Li Qingran's mouth twitched.

We talked and laughed with many military wives along the way back.

......

Song Yan, who was at the training ground, was currently undergoing shooting training.

"I have taken aim. When you go to the battlefield, the gun in your hand is your life. Whether you can shoot accurately or not is not only related to your life, but also the life of your companions. Everyone, please focus on me. Those who fail today will get an extra hour of practice and ten laps of the playground task!"

"Hey, Lao Song, you're busy."

Song Yan looked at Deputy Battalion Commander Jiang from the next camp with an envious look, and Monk Zhang Er was confused.

After the hard training, Song Yan trotted over as he looked at the calves running towards the cafeteria.

Holding a lunch box in the cafeteria, "Comrade, I want braised pork."

When the old man in the hat looked at it, his smiling face turned into chrysanthemums, "Hey, Camp Commander Song, come on, come on."

Song Yan was a little flattered when he saw that there was twice as much braised pork on his plate as usual.

"The big steamed buns are good today, Battalion Commander Song, please take one more."

Song Yan felt that the comrades in the cafeteria were particularly enthusiastic towards him today.

"Xiao Song, come over here and sit down."

Song Yan looked at the regiment leader who waved to him, walked over respectfully, and gave a military salute.

"Hello, Captain!"

"Okay, sit down."

Song Yan sat upright and behaved.

"Eat, eat, what are you doing sitting around?"

"Yes!"

Captain Zhou looked at Song Yan eating voraciously but behaved well, and nodded, these two are a good couple.

"Xiao Song, I heard your sister-in-law say last time that your wife is a good person, you should treat her well!"

"Yes! Follow the leadership's instructions!"

Before the meal was finished, a young soldier in military uniform walked in outside.

"Hello, Captain Zhou!"

"Hey, hello, Comrade Xiao Wei, was it the political commissar who asked you to come here?"

"Yes, Commander Zhou, the political commissar wants to meet Comrade Song Yan."

"Ahem——" Song Yan took a sip of water. The political commissar was looking for him?

Generally, political commissars are in charge of marriages and relationships in the army, and the parents are more short-tempered. Could it be that something happened to Li Qingran?

Thinking of this, Song Yan couldn't sit still.

"Comrade Wei, didn't you know the political commissar was looking for me?"

"Comrade Song, come with me."

"Go, go, good thing." Zhou Tuanzi smiled and patted Song Yan on the shoulder.

Song Yan followed the political commissar's instructor all the way towards the political commissar's office.

Before entering the office, I heard a burst of hearty laughter coming from inside.

"Comrade Xiao Li is an interesting person. Comrade Song Yan is lucky to have a military wife like you."

"Political commissar, as a military wife, it is my bounden duty to serve the people."

Is this Li Qingran?Song Yan stepped into the office.

"Hello, political commissar!" Jia Zhonghua looked at Song Yan, who was energetic and capable in front of him.

I felt satisfied for a while. This was the most promising young battalion commander among this group. His physical and professional qualities were extremely outstanding. It was not in vain that the commander had fought so hard to get him to the Beiying Military Region.

Song Yan looked at Li Qingran who smiled at him. He really wanted to know what happened?

When did this woman become so bold?

No matter how he looked at it, he felt that she seemed to be able to chat with the political commissar with ease.

"Xiao Song, sit down and don't be nervous. I came to you and your wife to express my gratitude."

Jia Zhonghua held the teacup and handed it to Song Yan with a smile.

He took off his military cap and bowed deeply towards Song Yan and Li Qingran.

"Political commissar? Are you...?"

"Okay, don't worry, this is a father's gratitude. Thank you Comrade Li for saving my daughter."

"Political Commissar, you're welcome. This is what I should do."

"Okay, okay, but I'm still grateful." He turned around and took out a red thing from the drawer behind him.

"Hey, Comrade Xiao Song, Comrade Xiao Li, this thing has been kept by me for a long time, and now it's time to return it to its original owner. I hope you can cherish this marriage."

Song Yan and Li Qingran were stunned when they looked at the marriage certificates given to them by the political commissar. After working on it for a long time, they found that their marriage certificates were still in the military region, and the military region had issued them on their behalf.

But it's normal here. Li Qingran was thrown over halfway. The military commander was just right. After getting Song Yan's consent, he did this, but he never sent him back.

"By the way, there is one more thing, Comrade Xiao Song, I have to tell you. Comrade Xiao Li said that I need your consent."

Song Yan looked at the recommendation book handed to him.

Beiying Military Region intern doctor examination recommendation letter?

"Ahem, Xiao Song. The hospitals in the entire Beiying Military Region are now recruiting doctors on a large scale. We happen to have a few places here. I heard from my wife that Comrade Xiao Li has medical knowledge. I want Comrade Li to go Participate in the assessment so that you can contribute to our military camp in the future. Xiao Song, do you think you agree with Comrade Li going?"

Li Qingran looked at Song Yan holding the notice blankly and pushed it with his hand.

"That? Political commissar, Xiaoran has not studied systematically, but only knows some simple medical knowledge. Is this okay?"

"Comrade Xiao Li, are you confident?"

Of course, Li Qingran knew Song Yan's worries, and turned to Political Commissar Jia and said, "Leader, Song Yan is right, but I still want to thank the Political Commissar for giving me this opportunity. I will work hard. People say success is [-]%." One part talent and ninety-nine percent sweat, I feel I have good talent, and with hard work, I will definitely not disappoint the leader!"

"Okay! This is the kind of courage our soldiers want!"

Jia Zhonghua looked at Li Qingran with admiration. Although he was thin and small, his perseverance and strength should be a role model for their military wives.

"I will definitely live up to the trust entrusted by the leadership!"

Jia Zhonghua sent the two of them out with a smile.

"Can you really?"

After leaving the political commissar's office, Song Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the recommendation letter, seeming to have a lot of worries.