When Su Guilan saw her son carrying his suitcase, she guessed he had come to say goodbye. A sharp pain lanced through her heart and tears welled up in her eyes. She choked out, "Chenchen, are you really going to be a soldier in the South? Is there no room for discussion?"
"Mm." Jiang Chen took a deep breath, feeling just as terrible. "The transfer orders from the Beijing Military Region are already here. I'm taking the train to Hangzhou tonight."
"Where in Hangzhou will you be stationed? I'll come visit you when I'm there on a business trip."
"The West Lake Sanatorium," Jiang Chen answered truthfully.
"'That sounds a bit familiar.' She racked her brain but couldn't place it. Wiping away her tears, she asked, "Shouldn't a transfer to the South be to the Hangzhou Military Region? Why a sanatorium?"
"I don't know. But according to the commanders, it's supposed to be a plum assignment. They were all envious that I was being transferred to this sanatorium to be the unit commander."
