Leng Ling and the sergeants were discussing in the conference room, and Li En left early.
Returning to the empty dormitory building, he lit a cigarette and just took a few puffs when he suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain in his left chest.
The cigarette in his hand fell to the ground. Rean covered his chest, opened the cabinet beside the bed and took out an injection.
He lifted up his sleeve, raised the syringe, and inserted the bright silver needle into the vein. The cold liquid entered his body along the blood vessel, making him shiver.
Pushing the needle all the way until the last drop of liquid inside entered the body, Lean's yellow face gradually returned to normal.
He threw the discarded injection into the trash can, along with the half-smoked cigarette on the ground.
The medicine began to take effect, and a feeling of weakness came over him. Lien slowly walked to the bed and lay down.
He put his hands on the back of his head and stared at the gray ceiling above with his golden eyes, a touch of gloom appearing on his handsome face.
Since that injury, I have often had problems with my body functions. Even if I have been taking medication to maintain it, emergencies like today will happen from time to time, and the frequency of the attacks seems to be higher than in the past. Fortunately, I got back in time.
, otherwise it would be bad if Ling or others see it.
Li En sighed quietly, withdrew his left hand, stared at his wrist with many needle holes on it, and frowned.
I don't know how long those medicines can last. It seems that I have to find an opportunity to ask him to bring some medicine. By the way, I want to inquire about the situation in China.
From Richard's words, we can feel that the current situation of his family in Valencia is not good. The guy named Solo has been instigating war beside Prime Minister Karl. What does that man want to do?
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Cijol, the capital of Valencia
In the luxurious office of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Karl sat at his desk, staring at the middle-aged man in front of him, his eyes dark, "You mean, we want all the troops to withdraw now?"
"Yes, Prime Minister," the middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Judging from the current situation in Valencia, it must be withdrawn."
Karl frowned in displeasure, "Why?"
The middle-aged man thought for a moment, then pursed his lips and uttered a few words, "The timing is not right."
"What's wrong with the timing?"
Karl closed the document in his hand with a "snap" and folded his hands on his thighs. "Admiral Ishdar, don't use the excuse that Rabbi has not recovered from the battle. More than two months have passed since the end of the war.
Now, those who should rest have also rested, and those who need to adjust have also made adjustments. I have even agreed to the funding expenditure submitted by your Ministry of National Defense to expand military equipment. I don’t think you have any other reasons to convince me."
The middle-aged man's eyebrows furrowed, and his brown eyes moved slightly, "Prime Minister, this is not a matter of military reorganization. You also know the current situation in the country. The negative effects of the war have begun to appear. In recent times, anti-war
Frequent demonstrations were organized in the cities of Valencia. Our regular army not only has to attack Lanson, but also deal with these things that may arise at any time. The most important point is..."
"Dong dong, Prime Minister."
Karl glanced outside the door, "What's going on?"
"Lieutenant General White has arrived."
"Let him in."
Hearing Lieutenant General White's name, a hint of displeasure flashed across the middle-aged man's face, "Prime Minister..."
