Chapter 24 Chapter 24

Song Ran only realized the consequences of the explosion for a long time.

At the moment of the explosion, she was hit by a frontal shock wave, her spleen ruptured, her cornea was damaged locally, and her body was lacerated.

She was rushed to the National Borders Hospital, and then transferred to the capital Gamma, and soon moved back to China.

During the journey, Song Ran was unconscious most of the time, and sometimes she seemed to have a trace of consciousness, but the severe pain made her unable to move. The world was dark, and her ears were filled with language that she could not understand.

She vaguely remembers being carried onto a stretcher, she remembers the helicopter propeller storm, the doctors' arguments, and she remembers hearing familiar Chinese on the plane at one moment.

But there was no Li Zan in those vague memory fragments. He never came to her side until the beginning.

Most of the time, she slept in endless nightmare. In the dream, extremists wearing black clothes holding guns swept the streets expressionlessly, bullets pierced the woman's chest, and bayonets cut off the child's head.

At the end of the nightmare, she heard someone shouting "A Zan", and Li Zan rushed behind her and passed by her.

She had no time to react and watched the bomb explode.

...

When Song Ran woke up, he was lying in the ward of Liangcheng Hospital, with thick gauze wrapped around his eyes, and he could not feel a trace of light.

There was a quarrel outside the ward that was squeaking down his voice, and it was Song Zhicheng and Ran Yuwei:

"I didn't agree to her going to the East Country at the beginning, but you kept supporting her. You would pretend to be a good person in front of your daughter, and the evil ones would come back and ask me to do it! Now what do you think she will do if she makes this happen."

"Don't be excited for now. The doctor said it was not very serious. Just have an operation. No one wants an accident. Don't I feel sorry for me? But this is the job she chose herself, and you can see her success..."

"I've seen you clearly. Vaness! Hypocrisy! I've accomplished nothing, and I hope my child can exchange his life for reputation!"

"The more you talk, the more unreasonable you are!"

"You have many daughters, I only have one. There is really something wrong with her eyes. I will never end up with you!"

Song Ran was a little panicked, and reached out to grab it in the darkness, only grabbing the bed sheet.

"Sister, are you awake?" Song Yang grabbed her hand.

"sister!"

"slowly?"

"Ran Ran wakes up!"

For a moment, the ward was full of voices, Yang Huilun, Song Yang, Ran Chi, uncle and aunt...

Soon Ran Yuwei came in: "Ran Ran? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Ran felt uncomfortable everywhere and hurt everywhere, as if there were countless torn wounds in her body. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry. She opened her mouth with difficulty, and her voice was hoarse: "What's wrong with the eyes?"

"It's okay." Ran Yuwei touched her face and said, "I suffered a little injury and I'll be cured in a few days."

Ran Chi also came over and said, "Sister, don't be afraid. It's okay."

Song Ran did not react at all, as if she did not even have sadness or fear.

She stayed for a while and suddenly said, "I smell the fragrance, is it a flower?"

My aunt said, "Many people have come to see you. The ward is full of flowers. After a few days, your eyes will be well. This has been moved a lot."

She stayed for a while and asked, "Who has come to see me?"

"Your TV leaders and colleagues."

"…Oh." She stopped talking.

It seemed as if someone was talking to her in the ward, but she didn't listen, and her mind drifted away like smoke.

A few days later, Song Ran underwent a corneal repair surgery, and the operation was very successful. During the days of hospitalization, Xiaoqiu and the others visited her several times, but there was no one else.

That person was in the distant eastern country and it was impossible for him to come to see her.

On the day when the gauze was removed, all my family was there, except for Yang Huilun and Ran Yuwei, who could not bear to live in the same room with her.

The doctor examined Song Ran's eyes and there was no major problem in all aspects. He could be discharged from the hospital for a few days after staying in the hospital for normal work and life. However, be careful to avoid strenuous exercise and head impact.

Song Ran narrowed her eyes slightly to adapt to the light, and she looked out the window. In early October, autumn was coming to Liangcheng. A gap was opened in the window, and the wind blowing in was a little deserted.

That evening, Xiaoqiu came to see her and learned that she would be able to go back to work soon. She was also very happy and said, "I'm afraid that something will happen to you and can't go to work. I'm so nervous. Fortunately, it's okay, God bless you!"

Xiaochun also said proudly: "Ranran, you are now the signboard of our TV station."

Song Ran didn't understand: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Xia was about to say something, but realized that his excited expression was not very good, so he went a little serious and sighed: "Do you know, the massacre outside Hapo City killed 187 civilians, 68 of which were... children. In addition, 13 soldiers were injured."

When Song Ran heard the word "child", her mind buzzed and she didn't hear anything clearly. She tried hard to force herself to not think about it these days. But at this moment, the corpses and blood all over the streets appeared clearly in front of her.

Xiaoqiu did not notice Song Ran's pale face and said, "The videos and photos you took have become the only physical evidence. The international market is in full swing. Because of this massacre, Western media strongly condemned terrorism. Today, it said that several countries have promised to send troops to aid the Eastern Government, and the war may fundamentally change. Ranran, this is all your credit."

Xiaodong also said: "When I read news, our teacher always said that good journalists have the power to change the world. I thought it was exaggerated at that time. But Ranran, this time you may push the situation in the East China. You are so awesome. Media all over the world are praising you."

Song Ran had no reaction and remembered Sasin and said: This land is a huge tree full of tragedy. Everyone who comes from afar can reach out to grab a handful and pick a few fruits.

She didn't know how Sassin was now and whether she was still alive.

Her head was groggy, she thought for a long time and asked, "...I'm back, the frontline work is now..."

"Are you asking Shen Bei?" Xiaoqiu snorted, "She has returned to China."

"Why?"

"I guess I was timid and scared. I ran back as soon as I was sent out. I couldn't get over the face. Now I've transferred to the 16th floor." The 16th floor of Liangcheng Satellite TV Building is the variety show entertainment department, not only Liangcheng Satellite TV is also the leading entertainment brand in the country. "If you make this happen, you can go to the most popular entertainment department. The background is different."

Others are more subtle, just smile and don’t speak.

Xiaoqiu said: "But it's useless for her to stay. She can't beat you this time."

Xiaodong smoothed out the situation: "Xiaoqiu, you are really outspoken. You are all colleagues, don't do this."

Xiaoqiu rolled her eyes: "What, are you going to pass the message?"

"The more you talk, the more you become, the more you are. Who will spread it? Just say it privately."

Song Ran didn't ask any more questions and was successfully discharged from the hospital a few days later.

Ran Yuwei took care of her for a week or two, and expressed her dissatisfaction with Song Zhicheng many times during this period. Song Ran seemed to have never heard of it. In late October, Ran Yuwei returned to the Imperial City, and Song Ran also went back to work.

I don’t know if I stayed in the hospital bed for too long and my physical function deteriorated. Song Ran found that her physical fitness was not as good as before, and even felt very tired when commuting to and from get off work. Although people deliberately did not think about some things, they were worried after all and often suffered from insomnia at night.

I also made several minor mistakes at work due to lack of concentration, but fortunately my colleagues were considerate and taken care of.

That day, Xiaochun asked her: "Ranran, do you want to apply to the leader for a few more days of rest?"

"What's wrong?"

"The manuscript you wrote has typos. Moreover, I think you seem to be in poor spirits recently."

She opened the document to check the words and said, "The weather has been a little cold lately and I haven't had a good sleep."

"Yes." Xiaodong interrupted, "I'm frozen to death. The wet and cold weather in the south is really deadly. I couldn't think of it, so I came to work in this place without heating."

Xiaoqiu said: "By the way, Ranran, during the period when you were away, I am helping with your information. Now I will pass it to you?"

"OK."

"You have missed a lot in the hospital bed." Xiao Xia said enviously, "You haven't seen how much storm and waves the videos and photos you took some time ago have caused in the world media circle, which is even more influential than the last time CARRY."

As soon as Song Ran clicked on the compressed bag sent by Xiaoqiu, a photo popped up. It was the shutter she pressed when the explosion that day. The suicide attacker smiled and carried a bag of candy. Sixty or seventy children surrounded him, tilting his little head and waiting for the candy. Blue smoke emerged from the man's clothes. It happened to be the moment before the bomb exploded.

The whole photo looks warm and gentle, but there is a chilling feeling behind it.

It was like a smiling angel wearing a mask, standing behind him with a sneering sickle raising a sickle.

"The most wonderful thing is the green smoke ignited from the fuse. Taking such photos is a god-given opportunity." Xiaochun commented.

"This photo can run for this year's Dutch International News Awards, or even the Pulitzer Prize."

Song Ran took the mouse and turned off the photo in one second.

There were still many photos and videos in the folder, but she didn't dare to open them, so she clicked the fork.

Xiao Xia said: "The one Shen Bei took is very good material, but it may be too hasty and the composition is too poor."

It was a picture of dozens of children's corpses lined up, and an officer sat next to him and cried with his head in his arms.

Xiaochun said: "Don't mention it, because the tragic situation of several children was not coded, she almost got scolded to death after posting the photo..."

Xiaoqiu gave Xiaochun a look, and the latter immediately shut up.

Song Ran noticed something was wrong. She quietly searched the photos she took online and found that the official Weibo account was accused of commenting, all of which were praises.

In the afternoon, Song Ran tweeted over the wall and wanted to contact Sassin and a few foreign journalists. However, she found that the message box was crowded. She received countless @comments and retweets.

She stroked casually, and there were many praises. She didn't want to see it, but unexpectedly saw an English @: "vulture!" (Vulture!)

Song Ran felt nervous.

Immediately afterwards, she saw more similar comments, Chinese, traditional Chinese, Cantonese, English...

"Stop going back to China! Your mother is dead!"

"I heard that this disgusting person has returned home due to injury."
To be continued...