In the town's only dilapidated public hospital, Gu Mengmeng met Langya Major Conway.
She stood far away, watching her senior brother and Conway hugging each other tightly in full view of the public, and all the words they said turned into flashes of light in their eyes. They beat each other's strong chests, and their thoughts after parting disappeared.
He made indiscriminate insults and taunts.
This special way of communication between soldiers made Gu Mengmeng feel a little sore. She took a few steps back, planning to find a deserted place to get rid of the simple bagged bread that her senior brother bought for her at the door.
Just as she was about to turn around, she heard someone calling her.
"Mengmeng!...Gu Mengmeng?! Why is it you!"
It wasn't from Senior Brother Cen, but Conway's shout of surprise.
She turned her head helplessly, thinking, just share your experiences, what do you care about me? I'm hungry!
She raised the bread in her hand and said, "Major Kang, we meet again."
"Do you know each other?!" Senior Brother Cen asked with a stunned expression.
"Hmm. Who doesn't know him? The most famous person in the army, the hero that newspapers and the media like to report the most, right?" She asked a question before she could finish her sentence, but she didn't look at the man who brought her pressure.
Turning to the operating room with big red letters written on it.
"Who is sick?" She was a little curious. When she first came in, if it weren't for the distinguishable colors of his camouflage and his familiar upright figure, she wouldn't have dared to recognize the blood-stained person in front of her as him.
There were two or three military-looking people nearby, all waiting anxiously outside the operating room, casting uneasy glances in their direction from time to time.
Conway's eyes darkened, and his tone became several times more sad.
"Chen Yaxian."
"Chen Lian?!" Gu Mengmeng's half-bitten piece of bread was pushed out by her tongue. She frowned and asked urgently: "Where is the injury? Does it matter?"
"During the descent, he encountered a crosswind, and the plane was too bumpy. He was thrown off the slippery rope more than 30 meters in the air. Here, he suffered a broken bone and even ruptured his spleen." Conway's eyes flashed.
He stared at his thigh in deep pain, wishing he could suffer it for his brother.
Gu Mengmeng covered her mouth, stared at the bread and grabbed the bread.
"The blood on your body belongs to Chen Lian? So is his life in danger?"
Conway shook his head and said: "It's not clear yet. The medical level here is not high, and the only way to temporarily deal with the injury to his spleen is surgery."
"What about sister-in-law? Does sister-in-law know?" Gu Mengmeng thought of the honest and cheerful Shaanxi girl Zhu Lan.
"He wouldn't let me talk. He only said two words when he saw me. One was to keep it a secret, and the other was to save his legs. He wanted to return to the army."
"What a man." Senior Brother Cen sighed as he looked at the operating room with reverence.
Gu Mengmeng had a lump in her throat, and her ears seemed to be filled with memories of Zhu Lan's sister-in-law's affectionate roar the night before she left the army and returned home: "Yaxian, I miss you!" It seemed as if something was reappearing in front of her eyes.
Chen Lian's eyes were filled with tears and guilt.
"Are there no members in the special force? We have to have Chen Lianshang! It's not like you don't know that he has a family and a family, why are you so cold-blooded!" Mengmeng remembered this for some reason. Logically speaking, this kind of long-distance
Any special operations team member who is a little better at training can win, so there is no need for a company commander to take the lead.
Kangwei's face darkened. "Gu Mengmeng, what do you mean? Do you think I forced him to come?"