Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

In the 306th Hospital of Capital City, a middle-aged man with gray hair and a desolate expression was holding a sleeping child about five or six years old, sitting silently on the cold waiting chair.

His eyes were staring blankly ahead, and the abortions came and went without attracting his attention at all. The thick eye belt made his whole spirit look more decadent.

‘Tread…’

A young man who had a strong beard that seemed to have not taken care of for several days rushed to the middle-aged man, sat down quietly, handed the examination results in his hand to his side, and said in a low voice:

"...Dad... The doctor has seen it and said it's only been a few days..."

The sudden sound and diagnostic report scared the middle-aged man, nervously looked at the child who was still sleeping soundly in his arms, and turned his head to look at the young man.

"…Liu Qigang fell asleep, don't wake him up..."

Beside him, the young man also looked at the child in his father-in-law's arms, pursed his lips, nodded silently, turned his head, and his eyes turned red.

"...Dad...I'm sorry!"

Hearing the young man's apology, the middle-aged man's expression also turned dark. He sighed deeply, raised his head and gently closed his tired eyes.

"What does it have to do with you? It's normal human nature to be born, old age, sickness and death. Duoduo has no blessings...ah..."

In the end, the middle-aged man had to sigh heavily, trying to hide his sorrow in his heart.

For a moment, the old and the young became silent.

‘Ding tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie tie

A crisp sound of sharp edge sounded, and the young man stood up straight like a conditioned reflex, skillfully brought his headphones, and connected his personal terminal.

On the side, the middle-aged man was also shocked, and he only realized that he noticed the young man standing up beside him.

"...Report, Flight Team, Liu Peiqiang is on standby!"

"...Comrade Liu Peiqiang, you have passed the selection of special pilots from the United Military Government. Please complete the information verification within three working days and go to the training base to report!

As a special pilot sent by the United Military Government to accompany the Navigator space station, you will have two free lottery tickets to live directly in the dungeon!

In addition, as a relative of a special pilot, an additional 300 resource points will be allocated every month, and you can talk to the space station three times a year..."

In the personal terminal, a mechanical voice was constantly telling, while the middle-aged and young people in the hospital showed silent expressions.

After a while, the sound from the personal terminal gradually disappeared, and Liu Peiqiang also sat down slowly.

“…Dad…I…”

“…Is it going to perform a mission?”

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Liu Peiqiang nodded silently, glanced at his confused son, and said softly:

“…Yes…you have to perform a task…do a…very important task…”

The child gradually woke up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked around blankly, and watched the white coats coming and going, gradually becoming active.

On the seat, the middle-aged man put the child down, watched him running over lively, ran over, his eyes full of reminiscence, and said softly:

"...Go...Don't forget to say hello to your Uncle Wang, and also...be careful..."

On the side, Liu Peiqiang nodded silently, looked at his son and father-in-law deeply, and turned around and left.

"…Han Zi'ang, you trash!!!"

On the seat, the moment Liu Peiqiang's back disappeared, the middle-aged man's tears could no longer be stopped, and he reached out and slapped his face hard, as if this could bring a little comfort to his heart...

Just at this moment, a terrifying little guy ran over and saw this scene. He stood there in an instant, shuddered, suddenly penetrated into his grandfather's arms, and started to cry.

“…Grandpa…Grandpa…I’m afraid…Wow~”

Hearing his grandson's cry, Han Zi'ang suddenly woke up, hurriedly hugged his grandson in his arms, forced out an ugly smile, and comforted him with a wide voice.

"Oh... I'm not afraid or afraid. Our household registration is the bravest, not afraid..."

Not afraid, but in this era, who dares to say that he is really not afraid...

...

"Special Rescue Team No. 001-01! Special Rescue Team No. 001-01!"

In the armored vehicle, Wang Xuebin, who was holding a basin of rice and stewed beef with half-pulled potatoes on the rice, walked slowly from the living area behind.

When I arrived at the driver's seat, I put the rice bowl next to it, pressed it hard against a button that had been ground and had lost color. Then I picked up the rice bowl again and said while eating:

“Cn001-01 received it, please speak!”

"Can the special rescue team No. 001-01 continue to carry out special rescue missions?"

"Save nothing!"

Hearing the sound in the car phone, Wang Xuebin said irritably.

"...You tell me what kind of rescue I will use?

There are so many reports I have given you, but I have never sent anyone to me. Our team is now two, and one is asking for leave!

Are you counting on me, an old man who is almost fifty, to carry out special rescue missions for you?

Are other rescue teams dead?"

“…I’m sorry, Captain Wang, but I hope you can keep your restraint!

Since the establishment of your No. 1 team, the sacrifice rate has been high in the ranking first!

Over twenty years, over 6,800 martyrs, this data has caused young people from the coalition government to refuse to go to your squad for missions!

They question your command ability, and the command center cannot force them to cooperate!”

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin leaned back, closed his eyes, and frowned.

"For more than 20 years, I have carried out 9,206 rescue missions, either in rescue or on the way to rescue every day!

When Comrade Han Zi'ang's wife died in our team, we didn't even have time to give him the last time to see his wife!

The success rate of the mission is 100%, and all kinds of military merits are based on the weight. Now you tell me what you are doubting my command ability?

Are you here to find fault on purpose, right?"

Wang Xuebin's tone was very bad, like a gunpowder barrel about to explode. The command center on the other end of the communication was a rare suffocated. After a while, he continued:

"...I'm sorry, Captain Wang, please allow me to pay the highest respect to you and the members of your team!

In order to protect the personnel of the special rescue team, the mission execution of all teams is strictly confidential.

Those newcomers cannot know the brilliant achievements of your team members, so this misunderstanding arises. Please accept my apology to you and the members of your team on behalf of those young people…”

"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense! If you have something to say, don't beat around the bush, it's all a fox that has been a thousand years old, what are you playing in Speak of Chinese Studio..."

In the armored vehicle, Wang Xuebin said impatiently, his closed eyes still not opened.

Hearing this, the other end was suffocated again, silent for a while before slowly saying:

"...I'm sorry, Captain Wang, because no newcomers are willing to go to your team, your team cannot continue to carry out special rescue missions. In order to save resources, the command center decided to relegate your team!

Team No. 001-01 will no longer be responsible for performing special rescue tasks and will be classified as honorary!

There are two team members who are reorganized and form a transportation team, responsible for the escort of materials and cooperate with the command center to carry out routine rescue tasks!”

After hearing the words on the other end of the communication, Wang Xuebin finally stopped losing his temper. After a while of silence, he said:

“…Where is the treatment?”

“Adjust the position and make adjustments…”

“…Damn…get out…”