An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 301 Goodbye!
The bald dove stood still, took a deep breath, pursed its lips, and gave a standard military salute to the man lying quietly on the ground.

After the ceremony, he didn't linger any longer and turned to follow the person in front of him.

Helicopters are highly sensitive to weather conditions, especially heavy rain and fog, which are considered the "natural enemies" of helicopter flights.

The number of helicopters available for deployment in the entire border war zone is limited, and they rarely risk flying in such severe and extreme weather conditions unless absolutely necessary.

Just as the aircraft broke free from the ground, a series of violent jolts suddenly struck, and Meng Youyou immediately closed her eyes.

Besides her, there were several reconnaissance soldiers in the cabin. Meng Youyou only recognized the one codenamed Bald Dove.

At this moment, the cabin was unusually solemn and the atmosphere was somber. No one spoke, and they all seemed to be immersed in a shared sorrow.

The fuselage continued to shake, and Meng Youyou's head was pressed against the cabin wall, bouncing back and forth, her mind gradually sinking into a chaotic and confused abyss.

She was really tired.

Exhausted both physically and mentally, she experienced a particularly unreal hallucination—a voice deep within her body kept praying: "It's all fake! This is all fake!"

"Meng Youyou, you're just too tired, you had a nightmare!"

"Go to sleep quickly! Forget all this bad stuff, and when you wake up tomorrow, you'll find that nothing happened!"

Meng Youyou was deeply immersed in it, and the excruciating pain that felt like it was tearing her apart was slowly dissipating. She felt herself coming back to life little by little—she was almost convinced of the voice, just a little bit more away… Suddenly, a sharp, intense angina pectoris shot through her chest, forcing Meng Youyou to abruptly wake up from her daze.

She clasped her hands over her chest, her shoulders and back hunched down, and her body curled up in agony, as if hugging herself.

Someone nearby immediately noticed something was wrong and asked, "Translator Meng, what's wrong?"

It's the sound of a vulture.

So, this isn't a dream?

How could this not be a dream?
Meng Youyou slowly straightened up, the sharp pain in her heart still lingering. Something in the darkness guided her to look up at the cabin window.

Outside the porthole, in the melancholy night, raindrops wove into a curtain, and the outlines of the rolling mountains below appeared and disappeared in the mist, gradually receding into the distance and becoming increasingly blurred as the altitude continued to rise.

Goodbye, my green hills!

Forgive me for not being able to be with you on your final journey, but I know you won't blame me, right?
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Wenshan Sanatorium is located on the outskirts of Wenshan County.

The environment here is serene, with several white-walled buildings nestled among the green trees, and a winding path is the only way to the outside world.

Meng Youyou sat in the open space in the backyard, basking in the sun with her eyes half-closed.

In late July, the weather was scorching hot. The sun was blazing, and the ground was radiating heat. Even the old yellow dog guarding the gate was disgusted and ran inside to cool off, its tongue lolling out. In the open courtyard, only the shadows of the trees kept her company.

Suddenly, a wooden chair fell to the side, and a middle-aged man in a white coat sat down, his outer hand holding a medical record book between his fingertips.

Hearing the voice, Meng Youyou opened her eyes and looked over. After recognizing the person, she politely smiled and greeted him, "Dr. Lü, good afternoon." "Aren't you going to take a nap?" Dr. Lü's voice was quite warm and pleasant.

As the man spoke, his gaze fell on the pale, listless profile of the girl beside him, and on the large beads of sweat hanging from her forehead and the tip of her nose.

"I'm not sleepy," Meng Youyou replied simply, "and I can't fall asleep anyway."

"It rained again last night, and I haven't had a chance to ask you how you slept last night," Dr. Lü tried to tactfully get to the point.

Upon hearing this, Meng Youyou's smile faded. She stared at her elongated shadow on the ground and remained silent for two seconds before answering, "The same as always."

What does "the same old story" mean? Ten days ago, after Meng Youyou successfully completed the "Awakening of Insects" mission, she was sent back to the observation post.

Since then, she has experienced a stress response whenever she hears gunshots, feeling so tight in her chest that she can't breathe. She also suffers from nightmares at night, which worsen on rainy days, sometimes even causing auditory hallucinations. For example, Ayu has reminded her several times that he saw her sitting alone on a stool talking to him.

After a comprehensive evaluation by her superiors, it was unanimously determined that her current condition was no longer suitable for her to remain at the monitoring station. Therefore, Meng Youyou was sent to a sanatorium in the rear.

Unbeknownst to us, the sun overhead had quietly moved a little westward, but the heat of the day had not diminished at all.

Meng Youyou tilted her head back and stared directly at the sun. To be honest, this action would easily cause physical discomfort, as it was really irritating to the eyes. But Meng Youyou had recently been particularly fond of doing this, as it made her feel the direct, bright light and warmth, generously shining into the dark and cold corners of her heart, making them dry, soft, and fluffy.

When a person is in a state of extreme numbness, they will spontaneously explore various ways to stimulate their senses. This brief but absolutely intense nerve excitement allows you to perceive the mark of being alive, reminding you not to forget to save yourself! Although the methods are somewhat extreme, at least they are useful.

She couldn't hold out for more than a few seconds before her eyelids finally closed. The physical burning pain from the intense sunlight was unbearable for long, and Meng Youyou succumbed at lightning speed.

Meng Youyou closed her eyes to ease the lingering discomfort, then suddenly spoke: "Dr. Lü, I'd like to ask for leave tomorrow to go out." It was a statement, not a request for advice.

Dr. Lü raised an eyebrow and asked, "Could I know the specific reason?"

Meng Youyou spoke frankly and truthfully: "Tomorrow is my husband's memorial service, and I want to attend." She didn't add any unnecessary words.
After a moment of apparent contemplation, Dr. Lü said, "From an emotional standpoint, I think I have no reason to object to you going."

After a pause, the man changed the subject and continued, "But from a rational perspective, I have to objectively assess the potential negative impact this matter might have on you. Frankly speaking, I don't think you're in a good position to go out and receive additional stimulation right now."

The man lowered his voice: "Please understand my concerns. I am your doctor first, and your friend second."

The stinging sensation on the surface of her eyeballs disappeared, and Meng Youyou reopened her eyes. She glanced at the man sitting next to her, her expression calm and composed, without any agitation or eagerness to argue.

When she spoke again, her tone was still gentle, but firm enough: "I need some time to accept it."

“I’m sorry that my current state is causing you concern. But please trust me, I don’t take my physical and mental health lightly. I value them just as much as you do, and I’m capable of taking responsibility for them.” She spoke at a steady pace, her words flowing smoothly and persuasively, inexplicably conveying a great deal of credibility.

Dr. Lü remained silent for a moment, only staring into her eyes.

The girl didn't flinch, meeting the scrutinizing gaze coming from the side directly, and continued calmly, "And I believe I won't stay in this situation forever. Like I said, I just need some time."

“There may be a certain point in the future that I need to cross, and after that I will be fine.” Meng Youyou smiled slightly, though there was still no light in her eyes: “And this point… may be tomorrow.”

Upon hearing this, the man immediately looked away, gently closed the notebook that was open on his lap, but did not respond immediately: "I need to think about it."