Zhao Changshu couldn't help but laugh when he saw Zhou Wen's eyes darting around, his expression sometimes bitter and sometimes sad. "Pfft!" he burst out laughing.
Zhou Wen complained with a mournful face: "How can a senior like you send your own junior to the enemy, and you can't survive this day?"
Zhao Changshu finally couldn't hold it in any longer, pointed at Zhou Wen's bitter face and laughed loudly: "Hahaha! The commander-in-chief guessed it correctly...hahaha...it made me laugh so hard." Zhao Changshu laughed so hard that tears came out.
It's so rare, it's the first time I see this junior student looking so helpless.
At this time, Zhou Wen also realized that it was not what he imagined, and quickly asked: "Oh! My good senior, what is going on, if you don't explain clearly, I will kill you even if you don't tell me."
Zhao Changshu laughed for a while, stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from laughter and said: "Okay, okay, you can't blame me. It was the commander who asked me to say this to you. The commander said: 'This little bastard must be thinking about it in his heart.
If you scold me, just wait a little longer before telling him the truth. If you dare to scold me, I'll make him feel uncomfortable for a little longer. When you come back, tell me how uncomfortable this little bastard is, and I'll be happy.'
Hahaha... Tell the truth, were you scolding the commander in your heart just now?"
Zhou Wen said sarcastically: "How can it be possible? I dare not scold the commander-in-chief. What kind of intention does the commander-in-chief have to punish me, a gentleman?" But he was still scolding this old bastard in his heart.
Dan, you are teasing me. Not to mention, he is indeed a famous figure in history. He has guessed everything about my thoughts, but it is wrong to tease me. I really wanted to jump out of the car just now.
That would be a big joke.
Zhao Changshu stopped teasing Zhou Wen and said with a smile: "The commander-in-chief didn't meet Marshal Feng. The commander-in-chief said that it would be meaningless to meet again now and would make people unreasonably suspicious, so he asked Chief Xu to meet with him on his behalf.
But the commander-in-chief said that proper etiquette was indispensable, so he sent his own car to pick up and drop off this man. Who knew that this man fell ill not long after meeting Chief Xu, and I was sent to Meili Hospital.
The Marshal also said, I want you, a little bastard, not to judge the Marshal as a gentleman. The Marshal didn’t tell others about your situation, but he asked you not to underestimate the world’s heroes. The things you did
, someone will always spread it to other people's ears, and people will already know it clearly.
He also said that this person is one of the most heroic figures in the world. He has gone through so many trials and hardships. How could he make things difficult for you, a little kid with no hair at all? I want you to relax and go see him. Don’t worry too much. It’s hard to say what benefits he can bring to you.
, so that when the time comes, you won’t get the advantage and still behave well.
The commander finally said, "You little bastard is good at everything, but you are too thoughtful. People under twenty are worried about this and suspicious of that, like a little old man, which is not happy at all."
Zhou Wen felt relieved when he heard these things. Thinking about it, how could Marshal Feng, a man like him, not a mountain bandit, be on the same level as him? It seemed that he was really worried.
Just as he was talking about this, the car had arrived at Meili Hospital. Feng Tianpei in a white coat and several nurses were standing at the gate. They saw the car arriving and rushed over to greet it. As soon as Zhou Wen and Zhao Changshu got off the car, Feng Tianpei said: "Scholar, the surgery is very difficult.
It went well. Old Henry and I performed the surgery ourselves. This gentleman is very stubborn. Now he is clamoring to go to the ground for activities. He has been transferred to the No. 1 courtyard. You hurry up and persuade him. Although the wound is not big, he still needs to rest for a while.
It will take two days to slowly move around.”
Zhou Wen immediately poked Yahuazi after hearing this. A small case of appendicitis actually dispatched two of my miracle doctors. He is truly a big shot.
In fact, Zhou Wen is a bit ignorant. There are no effective anti-inflammatory drugs, antibiotics or the like in this era. No matter how big your wound is, once it is infected and inflamed, you can only rely on your own body's immunity to survive.
It's all easy to say, but if you can't handle it, it's a waste.
During this period, human life seemed so fragile in the face of bacteria and viruses. Even for appendicitis, which in the eyes of later generations was considered a trivial operation, the mortality rate was still high in medically developed countries such as Europe and the United States.
The reason is that wound infection and fever cause other complications, and then the puppet is changed (Game over).
Therefore, the surgeon's skill becomes the key. For the same disease, the size of the wound opening, the wound suturing technique, the length of the operation and the sanitation and disinfection of the ward all determine the probability of you being infected by bacteria.
Zhou Wen and others quickly passed through the main building and came to the rehabilitation club at the back. Following the quiet green stone path, they arrived at Courtyard No. 1 in a short time.
There are a total of fifteen courtyards in the rehabilitation club. The largest courtyards No. 1 to No. 3 do not usually receive outsiders. They were specially set aside by Zhou Wen for emergencies, just to deal with emergencies like today.
Entering Courtyard No. 1, there were several strong men in neat Chinese tunic suits standing at the door. They were looking around with shining lights. They all had bulging bags on their waists, and you could tell at a glance that they all had short guns.
Zhou Wen knew that this was the Marshal's personal guard. One of them, a big man in his forties, came up to him. He first smiled and nodded at Feng Tianpei, then looked at Zhou Wen up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, and then gave Zhao Changshu a military salute.
: "Hello, Commander Zhao. The commander has just fallen asleep. Please ask Commander Zhao and this person to wait in the side room for a while."
Zhao Changshu returned the salute and said with a smile: "It's okay, the commander-in-chief's health is the most important thing. It doesn't matter if we wait a little longer. Lao Du, you can just go and do your work. I am still half the master here. If you need anything, just ask."
Zhou Wen could tell at a glance that this big man surnamed Du was a martial arts practitioner, and he was also a master of foreign martial arts. You must know that people who practice martial arts all year round will have some subtle physical characteristics and behavioral habits in their movements, especially those who practice foreign martial arts.
, I have been practicing Zhuang Gong since I was a child. The shape of my legs is a bit bowy. When I walk, my lower body is calm and my steps are solid.
If you are successful in practicing martial arts, you will still have a unique aura about you, and you will not be angry but will be proud of yourself.
Of course, if you have practiced to the state of unity of energy and energy like Zhou Wen and Miaohua, you are close to returning to nature, where your behavior is natural, and your actions are like ordinary people, and it is impossible for even an expert to see it.
There are also those who practice internal martial arts, such as Wudang masters such as Zhang Xiaoping. Although they have not yet reached the point where Qi and Jin are integrated, the principle of exerting force is that Qi comes first and Jin comes first. Qi generates Jin, which is not easy physically and behaviorally.
figure it out.
But Zhou Wen saw that although this big man surnamed Du had not yet reached the Qi Jinjing, the aura he exuded was at the later stage of Jin Qi Jinjing. It was a pity that he was a little older and his body had begun to decline. He wanted to be a hundred years old.