Sleepless Doctor

Tears flowed from Matthew's dry eye sockets.

This difference may be forever.

Thousands of words, except for one sentence, take care, can't say it.

Sitting on the crater all the year round, the tears wiped off by the self-proclaimed Matthew De had quickly condensed into ice on the back of his hand.

Seeing the familiar figure go further and further away, Matthew De felt his heart palpitations and shortness of breath.

Wu Mian joined the queue and walked towards the cargo plane.

"Little Master!" As a car drove into the airport, Lin Daoshi pressed the window of the car and shouted.

Wu Mian frowned slightly and said to Chu Zhixi, "You go up first, it's cold outside, be careful not to catch a cold."

"Lin Daoist, he is here to say goodbye to you." Chu Zhixi smiled, waved at Lin Daoshi's BMW, regardless of whether he saw it or not, and took the 8 people behind him onto the freight plane.

"Old Lin, what are you doing in a hurry?" Wu Mian scolded a little impatiently when he saw Taoshi Lin jumped out of the car.

Lin Daoshi put on the earbags, jumped out of the car, and said, "I'm going to listen to you and seal the mountain, but Mr. Fan will not do it."

Wu Mian frowned slightly.

"He heard that you are going to Tianhe, saying that he will come to see you off." Lin Daoshi sighed and shrank into his army coat, "I said I'm leaving."

"What did you say?"

"I'm talking about letting the old man be enlightened in the sky, and bless you to return safely. It happens that the old man Fan is here...Isn't this what I've become used to recently?" Lin Daoshi said sullily.

Wu Mian couldn't laugh or cry, said, "This is snowy, what toss about."

Lin Daoshi and Wu Mian greeted them. Seeing that the little uncle was not angry, they ran to the back door and opened the car door.

At the end of autumn, it was funny to see Fan Zhongzhi wearing thick clothes. But in the ice and snow, the thick clothes inside and outside looked extra warm.

"Father, why are you here?" Wu Mian walked over to help Fan Zhongzhi together.

"No." Fan Zhongzhi shook off the hands of Taoist Lin and Wu Mian.

"Boy, I heard Daochang Lin said you are going to Tianhe?" Fan Zhongzhi asked.

"Yeah." Wu Mian nodded, "The whole country is supporting me. I'll go and see if I can help."

"I grabbed Lin Daochang and asked about the situation." Fan Zhongzhi's expression was serious, his face was full of ravines, and every fine line was full of stories.

"What did Lao Lin say to you?" Wu Mian asked.

"Is that right?" Fan Zhongzhi stooped and smiled, "Every time I hear you, I feel awkward. You, you, just listen to you."

"I'm really not in the mood to be polite." Wu Mian said, "Master, I'm not at home, take care, go back quickly, and be careful not to catch a cold."

"It's not that delicate." Fan Zhongzhi said, "This little wind is incomparable to before. I heard Daochang Lin said that the situation on that side is very serious."

"It's okay." Wu Mian didn't want the elderly to worry, smiled, and said, "A little bit heavier than the usual flu."

"Nonsense." Fan Zhongzhi scolded, "I was a secretary in 2003. I didn't know what was going on back then? Do you think I'm always confused?!"

"Hey, it seems that the treatment effect is good." Wu Mian smiled.

Fan Zhongzhi was startled for a moment, and laughed haha, "Boy, don't try to fool me. I carried a gun when I was young, and came here in the blood of the dead mountain. You thought about it carefully and wanted to hide it from me, nonsense."

"Oh?" Wu Mian got interested and asked, "Father, tell me what you can see."

"I don't know Dao Chang Lin," Fan Zhongzhi said sternly, "It was already very serious in 2003. I remember that the fever clinic was opened at that time."

"Yes." Wu Mian nodded.

"In that case, the country didn't talk about closing the city." Fan Zhongzhi, "What about now? Dr. Zhong just confirmed that a few days later, he will directly seal a big city with tens of millions of people. You told my old party secretary that it's okay? "

Wu Mian tilted her head slightly and looked at Fan Zhongzhi curiously.

Maybe it was really the old man killed out of the sea of ​​blood in Shishan Mountain, who had a keen sense of smell for dangerous machines, so that's what it said.

"In our village, 82 households, I have been the party secretary for more than 50 years. It is no exaggeration to say that it must be of high morals." Fan Zhongzhi said, "Usually I see someone who has a donkey-like character, and he just picks up a stick and beats him. Dare to fight back?"

"Hehe, old man, you are right." Wu Mian smiled.

"But I said that the village should be sealed up, so half of the people came to my house. A village, sealed up is troublesome to the bones, then there are so many people." Fan Zhongzhi said, "If it weren't for the most dangerous time, the country How can a city be sealed directly."

"..."

"There is too much talk in it, so many people, eating and drinking Lazard every day is a big deal. I don't dare to think about the consequences if I am not careful."

Wu Mian was silent.

What Fan Zhongzhi said was all in theory.

In theory, everyone knows the way to deal with infectious diseases: isolation, isolation, and treatment. But the deepest is the human heart, just isolation is enough? joke.

For so many years in clinic, Wu Mian has seen all kinds of people. This matter really can't be forbidden with a single order.

Not to mention reality, even if it is a game, most people can only level A. But speaking of it, it seems like a master of micromanipulation.

"Boy, I heard that the army went up?"

"The military doctor will be here in the evening." Wu Mian corrected Fan Zhongzhi's mistake.

"I know, this is not a war. So many soldiers do not use it to go up there. Waiting to be infected? The doctor has to go." Fan Zhongzhi said, "I know that you are ready to die in Tianhe in your heart, so I Come to see you off."

"..." Lin Daoshi frowned.

This is too direct~www.wuxiaspot.com~ too unlucky.

"Be prepared and hope to come back alive." Wu Mian said.

"Your clothes are good, which unit is from?"

"Secret troops." Wu Mian said seriously.

"Then I won't ask." Fan Zhongzhi said, "I will give you a ride, and then I will return to the village."

"Why are you going back?"

"If you need to lock down the city, it is estimated that there will be a lot of scattered patients across the country. Those guys have no hair on their mouths and are insecure. The old party secretary must come forward when it is critical." Fan Zhongzhi said, "I can still move around. , Go back and use the residual heat again."

Wu Mian glanced at the time, silently, standing at attention, and saluting.

Fan Zhongzhi's rickety waist slowly straightened up, returning the salute seriously.

One old and one young, a military salute spanning decades.

Wu Mian narrowed his eyes and turned to leave.

"Master..." Lin Daoshi wanted to help Fan Zhongzhi get back into the car.

But Fan Zhongzhi put down his hand, but opened his army coat.

Lin Daoshi watched as Fan Zhongzhi took out the bugle that had been hiding next to him.

No matter how cold it is, the bugle is always hot from the body.

The same cold wind howled, the same heavy snow, the same bugle, even the young figure striding to the cargo plane seemed exactly the same as the snowy night decades ago.

Braving the overwhelming artillery back then,

But now in the battlefield where there is no gunpowder, the danger is not weak at all.

Fan Zhongzhi held the bugle with his right hand. He was several decades younger and returned to the battlefield.

Heavy snow

charge

horn

Dream back to the company.

Didi Da~DaDaDaDa~~

Didi Da~DaDaDaDa~~

Didi Da~DaDaDaDa~~

The bugle was loud, and the sharp bayonet cut through the endless twilight.

Seventy years of baptism

Bugle sound,

Still resounding across the sky.