Rebirth Ninety's Fat Wife Should Be Self-reliant

Chapter 83 Zhou Weijun

Hu Manxiang was stunned for a moment, but she knew that Zhou Huilan was very angry now, and she saw Lu Changqing following behind. Although she was reluctant, she still took her things and left.

Zhou Weijun put down his crutches and sat next to Zhou Zhenhai's hospital bed. When he looked up at Zhou Huilan, his face was filled with smiles. He gently raised his hand and shook her hand, "Da Lanzi, I haven't seen you in so many years, and you look even more beautiful."

, it really makes my eldest brother dare not recognize you."

Zhou Huilan's tears rolled down her eyes and she staggered into Zhou Weijun's arms.

Perhaps in Zhou Weijun's eyes, it had only been less than ten years since their long-separated brother and sister reunited, but in the eyes of Zhou Huilan, who had lived her entire life, she had never had the extravagant hope that she could see her biological eldest brother again in this life.

"Brother, why did you come back..."

In her previous life, when she was isolated and helpless, Zhou Huilan also called Zhou Weijun, but the communication in this era was far inferior to that in the later days, and people who were in frequent contact would lose contact, not to mention people like them who had vowed to never meet again in their lifetime.

When everyone was betrayed and separated, she hoped that her brother would come back to support her, but later she could not contact Zhou Weijun. She had complained about it, but she never thought that at this time, Zhou Weijun only had one leg left.

Zhou Huilan, who had regained consciousness, was so stunned that she grabbed Zhou Weijun's empty trouser leg. His left leg was gone and had to be amputated to the knee.

Zhou Huilan's nose felt sore, and the tears that she had finally suppressed surged again, "Brother, your legs..."

"It's okay, it's healed a long time ago, and it doesn't hurt at all." Zhou Weijun smiled and rubbed Zhou Huilan's head, as if they were two close siblings when they were children.

Seeing Zhou Huilan being helped up by Lu Changqing, Zhou Weijun turned away and stared at Zhou Zhenhai, who was asleep on the hospital bed, and sighed heavily: "Dad, how is he...?"

Zhou Huilan shook her head, "I'm not sure, but it's much better than when I first came here."

The brother and sister sat aside holding each other while Lu Changqing took the old man's pulse. After a while, his brows suddenly furrowed and then relaxed.

"What's wrong?"

"These days, there should be no visceral medicine entering the body again, and the constant drowsiness should be due to the blockage of the organs. I thought that with a few injections, maybe people can wake up." Lu Changqing pondered the words.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Huilan nodded heavily, "Then you need my help with the needle?"

He thought that since Zhou Weijun was here, the brother and sister would have to discuss it, but after years of experience, Zhou Huilan had long lost the habit of consulting other people's opinions on everything.

Lu Changqing opened the needle curtain and asked Zhou Huilan to open the clothes around Zhou Zhenhai's neck.

One stitch, two stitches, three stitches...

After three injections, Zhou Zhenhai suddenly took a deep breath, straightened his arms, and then fell back onto the bed in a daze. His eyelids moved slightly, and he opened his eyes.

Zhou Huilan and Zhou Weijun looked at each other. Although their faces were both happy, neither of them spoke.

When Zhou Zhenhai was in a coma, they could put aside their previous suspicions and take care of him and treat him. But when Zhou Zhenhai woke up, all the grievances and resentments that had been accumulated for many years suddenly came back to him.

Before Zhou Huilan could move, Zhou Weijun walked out on crutches.

She turned around and wanted to chase, but Zhou Zhenhai grabbed her hand and asked, "Who are you?"

Zhou Huilan was stunned for a moment, then turned back to face Zhou Zhenhai who looked haggard. Although she was still angry, she couldn't bear to throw him away, "I am your daughter, Zhou Huilan!"

Zhou Zhenhai looked in disbelief, "You, you are Huilan? Impossible, I can't recognize my own daughter!"

The girl in front of him had long, silky black hair, snow-white skin, an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, and a slim figure. How could he and his 200-pound daughter be the same person?

Zhou Huilan rolled her eyes at him angrily, and Zhou Zhenhai's hand that had been let go suddenly tightened, "Are you really Huilan? You, you, you, what's wrong with you, why are you so thin?"

"Do you care what happened to me?"

"I..." Zhou Zhenhai's five senses were a little dull after he had just woken up, but when Zhou Huilan choked him like this, the old man immediately became angry, "I am your father! How dare you follow me here after you disappeared without a trace, you damn girl?"

I yelled! Where have you been these days! Did you divorce Jianye with my permission? Also, you asked my old comrades to talk nonsense and spread rumors about Jianye, don’t you want to overthrow the world?"

Listening to the old man's accusation, Zhou Huilan smiled, feeling that she was recovering well, and she didn't forget to turn her elbows outward, which saved her from having to worry about eating carrots here.

Zhou Huilan shook off Zhou Zhenhai's hand and grabbed Lu Changqing, "Since you're awake, there are doctors, nurses and your little wife here, so I won't bother you here."

After saying that, he dragged Lu Changqing and left.

Zhou Weijun was not far outside the ward, and he heard all the conversations between Zhou Huilan and Zhou Zhenhai in the room.

Zhou Huilan came out angrily, pulled Zhou Weijun and left, "Brother, let's go!"

The three of them took a taxi directly back to Songbai Street. There were only two rooms in the Duan family courtyard, and Zhou Weijun could not accommodate him. She was afraid that he would find it inconvenient, so Zhou Huilan opened a room for him in the guest house east of the Drum Tower.

The small house with a single room is not facing the street, but it is quiet and tidy.

Zhou Huilan put Zhou Weijun's bag on the bed and was about to help pack it away, but was stopped by Zhou Weijun.

"Lanzi, you and Wang Jianye... are divorced?"

Zhou Huilan was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile, "Yes, we're leaving."

"What about the child?"

"The child follows me. Before we were divorced, it was just like having him without him. Now that he is divorced, it is just that he has lost the convenience of the Zhou family as his backer. It actually has no impact on me..." Zhou Huilan's words were crisp and clear.

It's generous and generous without any hint of embarrassment.

Zhou Weijun looked surprised when he heard this, and looked at her intently. He felt that his sister had changed a lot, but he couldn't explain exactly what had changed.

Perhaps he never thought that under his father's power, his sister, who had been taciturn since childhood, would become the first to successfully resist. He always thought that that person would be him.

Zhou Weijun lowered his head dejectedly.

"Brother, what about you? Are you married?"

Zhou Weijun was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "No, who would follow me if I'm like this?"

"My eldest brother is so handsome, it doesn't matter if he loses one leg." Zhou Huilan smiled and hung up several clothes in Zhou Weijun's bag, only to find that except for the military uniform he was wearing, the bag contained daily clothes.

Although Zhou Zhenhai has been retired for so many years, he can't finish wearing the military uniforms he accumulated in the early years. It's not strange for people who live in the army all day long to wear military uniforms, but these regular uniforms...

"Brother, where are you serving now? How many days can you come back this time? I will bring Yaoyao over in the evening. Let's sit down together and have a good meal."

(End of chapter)