Chapter 735: A True Angel
For Zhuang Jianye, Rahman and Ali Khan and others who started to pretend to be 13 invisibly from the beginning, have long been surprised, more precisely, the entire aviation industry circle in the world now knows that Zhuang Jianye is a madman who pretends to be 13 when he gets the opportunity.
However, Rahman and Ali Khan were still surprised to see the Y-15Plus printed with the words "Tengfei Medical", they knew that four cargo planes from China were coming today, but they did not know much about what was being transported.
After all, the economic and trade exchanges between the two countries have been increasing in recent years, whether it is imported or exported by the Pakistani business community, cost-effective Chinese cargo planes are a good choice.
As a result, what they didn't expect was that the so-called cargo plane that came was actually a special plane for medical institutions, and there was no way that the big red cross hanging down the tail of the plane would not be strange anywhere, and it was precisely because of this that they were surprised, could it be that the Chinese cargo plane that came over this time was carrying the medical free medical equipment and team of Tengfei Group?
"Zhuang, is this your medical team?" Rahman asked, somewhat surprised.
Zhuang Jianye shook his head: "No, that's our flying hospital!"
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"Imam Grandpa, Imam Grandpa~~"
In a village on the outskirts of Lahore, a little boy of seven or eight years old, dressed in local clothes and stepping on leather boots, trotted all the way towards a low stone house in the innermost part of the village, shouting as he ran: "Grandpa Said~~Grandpa Said~~, angels sent down by God, your eyes are saved~~"
In the stone house, the local religious leader, Muhammad Imam, known as the Mullah, was reciting scriptures from his memory with his eyes closed, and a dozen or so boys about four or five years old kneeling opposite him, listening intently to the enlightenment recitation of the imam's grandfather in front of him.
Hearing the shouts outside, the children in the room all looked out of the house curiously, but with the imam's grandfather's cough, the children turned their heads one by one and recited the scriptures with the imam's grandfather.
Until the footsteps walked in, the imam's grandfather did not open his eyes, and only after reciting a scripture did he allow the children to leave, and then raised his eyelids, revealing a pair of cloudy old eyes, and vaguely saw a figure at the door, and asked tentatively with a kind smile: "Is it little Sharif?"
"It's me, Grandpa Imam, my brother asked me to come to see you, saying that an angel came to the city of Lahore to treat the sick for us poor, and my brother said that Grandpa Imam's eyes couldn't see clearly for a long time, so let the angel cure him. ”
Listening to little Sharif's words, the imam's smile was even gentler: "Thank you Nawab, although I can't see clearly, but thank God for giving me a keen sense of hearing, smell and flexible mind, which allows me to think more attentively, telling Nawab that he is still young and needs to get in touch with new things outside and accept the test of God, but I don't need it, whether it is the United States in the West or the Soviet Union in the East, they are all devils in the garb of angels, and I don't need their mercy." ”
The imam belongs to the conservative wing of the local religious field, advocating a recreation of the glory of the Arab empire more than a thousand years ago, so he has no good feelings about the United States, which is engaged in oil hegemony, and the Soviet Union, which invaded Afghanistan, and even has no good feelings about the current Pakistani government that embraces the United States.
However, these deep-seated things are really incomprehensible to little Sharif, who is only eight years old, and he tilted his little head and thought about it for a long time and didn't understand what the imam's grandfather meant, but his brother Nawab remembered his words clearly, so he put the imam's grandfather's words aside and continued: "It's not an angel from the United States and the Soviet Union, it's an angel from China, and my brother said that it's a real angel who can fly." ”
Hearing this, the imam frowned: "An angel from China?"
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"Brother, why do you want to come to the airport to see a doctor?
Two days later, Sharif Jr. and the imam arrived in Lahore in the village's ox cart, and Nawab, who was waiting for them, immediately borrowed a jeep and took his brother and the imam to a military airport in the suburbs.
This made little Sharif very puzzled, when he was a child, his parents and imam told him to go to the hospital to find a doctor, but his brother did not go to the hospital, but ran to the airport, little Sharif couldn't figure out what to think.
"When you see it later, you will understand, I really didn't lie to you, it is indeed an angel who can fly to the sky. Nawab did not answer his brother's words, but smiled and sold the off-the-beaten-eye.
This makes little Sherif even more curious, not to mention little Sherif, even the imam with cloudy eyes is interested, he has talked about angels all his life, but what angels are like, imams have never seen them.
In this way, with curiosity and nervousness, the three of them soon arrived at the airport, and after passing the security check of the soldiers at the entrance, Nawab kicked the accelerator and couldn't wait to drive the car in, and little Sharif also stuck his little head out of the window at this time, and forgot to go towards the runway of the airport.
As a result, after just one glance, the pair of translucent black eyes immediately widened, the small mouth opened into an O-shape, and the cheeks, which were a little chapped by the dry climate, were even more red, showing everyone's excitement and disbelief.
I saw four round planes parked on the runway in the distance, each connected by a closed passage, forming a complete whole.
The tail door of the plane opened to reveal patients coming in and out, medical staff in white coats running back and forth from time to time, and even little Sharif saw a patient with an infusion bottle hanging from inside, apparently having just undergone some kind of surgery.
If this were a hospital in the city of Lahore, little Sharif would not be like this, but the problem is that all this is done in the plane, in the plane to diagnose and treat, little Sharif only thinks that only the legends in the scriptures can have such a situation, because there is omnipotence, but now the legend has become a reality, which is unimaginable for the little Sharif who grew up listening to the scriptures.
"Oh my God, what did I see? really...... It's true...... I really can't imagine ......" I don't know how long it took for little Sharif to finally let out an incoherent emotion.
The imam on the side frowned, what is this, knowing that the old man can't see it, can't he explain it clearly?
However, although the imam was anxious, he still maintained the bearing of a mullah on his face, and slowly spoke: "My little Sharif, what have you seen?"
Little Sherif retracted his head and replied with an excited and solemn face: "I have seen legends, angels, yes, the real angels described in the scriptures, who can travel in the wind and help people get rid of the torment of sickness!"