Chapter 9 — The Quiet Husband Loves You All My Life

I remember in my previous life, I heard people say: At that time, there was an old military doctor from Beijing who came to exchange. After examining Luc Trung's condition, he said there was a way to save his leg, but it required an extremely rare herb, called "Hoan Duong Thao". Everyone thought it was a fantasy, no one believed him. In the end, the old military doctor just shook his head and left. And Luc Trung... missed his only chance. In this life, I must find him, and find that medicine.

“Luc Trung, trust me this time.”

I held his hand, pleading,

“Just once.”

He looked at me with complicated eyes. There was a crazy stubbornness in it that he had never seen in me before. After a long while, he nodded.

“Okay.”

He said.

“I believe in you.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, my whole body was exhausted. In the following days, I took care of Luc Trung and followed the whereabouts of that old military doctor. In the end, God does not disappoint people. I found him at a guesthouse in a neighboring district. Hearing me tell about Luc Trung's condition, he was immediately interested and followed me to the hospital for examination. After careful consideration, he touched his chin and thought:

“It's very difficult... but, it's not without hope.”

I held my breath:

“What is the method, doctor?”

"I have an acupuncture method that can stimulate nerve regeneration. But it also needs to be combined with an herb called 'Hoan Duong Thao' used both internally and externally."

Hoan Duong Thao?

“Yes.” He nodded,

“This herb is very rare, only growing on the rugged cliffs of the cold polar regions.”

I immediately took out pen and paper, recorded and meticulously drew the characteristics of that medicinal plant.

“Thank you, doctor!” I bowed deeply in gratitude.

After seeing him off, I took the drawing to Luc Trung's political commissar and told him the whole story. He frowned.

"Tieu Hua, are you kidding? What Hoan Duong Thao has never heard of. What if I can't find it and miss the chance to cure it?"

“You have to try.”

I'm determined,

"I trust that military doctor. I hope the political commissar will also trust me for once."

The political commissar hesitated, but then... From his hospital bed, Luc Trung spoke:

“Commissar,”

His voice was weak but firm,

“I trust my wife. Just do as she says.”

“If anything happens, I take full responsibility.”

Finally, the political commissar sighed deeply.

“Okay.”

“This couple is equally stubborn.”

“I will send someone to carry the blueprints into the deep mountains to find this medicine.”

“Thank you, commissar!”

I was so emotional that I almost cried. In the days that followed, I took care of Luc Trung day and night, talked to him, and massaged him. The old military doctor also came every day for acupuncture. The drug search team has also set out. We are waiting for a miracle.

11

The days of waiting were long and painful. Every day looking at Luc Trung's pale face and feelingless legs, my heart feels like it's been cut by a knife. He is very resilient, never groaned in front of me. But I know, he's in a lot of pain. Many nights, I was awakened by the sound of him moaning softly in my dreams. Cold sweat drenched his body, but he still gritted his teeth and endured. I can only hug him and whisper:

“It'll be okay, Luc Trung, everything will be okay.”

He hugged me and comforted me:

“Don't be afraid, I'm here.”

The change occurred after half a month. That day, after finishing acupuncture, the old military doctor suddenly let out an "oh" sound.

“I have a cold sense?”

He asked. Luc Trung was stunned, then his eyes showed disbelief.

“Yes… a little.” He said tremblingly,

“When you inserted the needle just now, I... I felt a little numb.”

Tears immediately welled up in my eyes. Read full page at Van Ha Tuong Tu's page. I have a feeling! I have feeling in my legs!! The old military doctor was so happy that his beard curled up.

“There is hope! There is real hope!”

This news is like light, illuminating our gloomy world. The unit immediately increased manpower to find Hoan Duong Thao. I also put more effort into taking care of Luc Trung. A few days later, his leg felt more and more clearly: Numbness → soreness → tightness → pain.

“It hurts…”

He lay on the bed, his forehead drenched in cold sweat.

“Pain is good!” The old military doctor said,

“Proves that your nerves are recovering!”

I wiped his sweat and cried because of heartache. I know this is a good sign. But if only I was the one suffering. That afternoon, Tieu Truong ran in excitedly.

“Sister-in-law! Business chief! Found it! Found it!”

In his hand, were some ordinary green plants.

“Hoan Duong Thao! We found it!”

I looked at those small plants and was so moved that I couldn't speak. Found it! The old military doctor held them up like treasures and immediately cooked medicine: One part for drinking, the other part pounded for external application. A miracle really happened. After taking the medicine, Luc Trung's legs got better every day. Half a month later, he could walk with crutches. A month later, I also gave up the crutches. Even though I walk with a slight limp, the doctor said that as long as I persevere in recovery, I will be able to walk like a normal person. The entire hospital was surprised. They say this is a medical miracle. Only I know, this is no miracle. It's the love of my two lifetimes, acquired from God. The day Luc Trung was discharged from the hospital, the weather was beautiful and sunny. The sun is warm, shining down on you comfortably. The unit sent a car to pick her up. When he returned to his family's house, everyone from the neighbors came out to welcome him. Seeing that Luc Trung could walk, everyone was extremely surprised. And... Vuong Thai Phuong was also present. She opened her mouth as if she could fit in an egg. On his face, there was clearly jealousy and... disappointment. I coldly chuckled: Vuong Thai Phuong, this time you are disappointed. My husband is still healthy. We will be happy all our lives. Coming home, looking at the familiar room, I felt like I had come back from the dead. Luc Trung stood in the middle of the room, taking a deep breath.

“It's still the best house.”

He said. Then he turned around and looked at me. His eyes were deep and bright. Suddenly, he knelt down on one knee and took out a small item wrapped in red cloth from his pocket.

“What is it?” I was stunned.

He opened the red cloth — it was a crude ring, made of bullet casings. Although simple, under the sunlight, it sparkles with warm light.

“Hoa Hoa,” he looked up at me, his eyes respectfully as if looking at religion,

"That year we got married in a hurry, I never gave you a wedding, nor did you ever give me a wedding ring."

“This ring, I made while in the hospital. Not beautiful, but... it's my heart."

“Comrade Hua Hoa,”