At this point, Deng Hongling suddenly realized and suspiciously looked at Feng Qingxue, "Doctor, how do you know my brother participated in the Anti-American Aid Korea Campaign?" She didn't remember mentioning it.
Feng Qingxue lowered her mask and smiled at her. Her skin was like snow, her brows and eyes like a painting; amidst such beauty, there was an unmistakable gentleness. Deng Hongling was almost mesmerized, having never seen such a captivating person, and the melodious voice reached her ears, "I guessed. I thought Wucheng is very close to North Korea, so the country would definitely first dispatch soldiers from the Capital Military District to aid. Of course, it doesn't mean soldiers from here are necessarily assigned to nearby troops; they could be allocated to border areas. So I said it was a guess."
