"Snipers, occupy the high ground, guard the perimeter. ”

"Fly drones, cruise in all areas, and shoot down unidentified aircraft if they enter the adjacent airspace. ”

"The internal security forces, guarding the entrance, do a good job of identifying the people who come and go. ”

Rongcheng.

On the helipad on the roof of the emergency building of Xihua Hospital, four water cannon trucks are on standby.

In the corner of the tarmac, a cold and handsome young man in a black suit kept issuing orders through the walkie-talkie in his hand.

Han Sanzheng.

In the Southwest Theater, one of the elite commanders of the internal security forces, he was ordered to be responsible for this security mission.

Several uniformly dressed and sunglasseled guards stood behind him, their hands pressed to their waists, their faces full of vigilance.

Suddenly!

The roar of the propeller came from far and near.

Han Sanzheng's expression tightened, and then he waved his big hand, "Spread out!" Water cannon truck, start!"

"Order!"

Several internal guards ran and dispersed, occupying the four corners of the tarmac.

Four water cannon trucks were turned on in an instant, and four water jets sprayed out towards the sky to form a water gate.

A helicopter gunship circled over and landed steadily through the water gate.

Over the Water Gate!

Through the water gate, the rainbow accompanies the triumphant return!

The ceremony of "crossing the water gate" of the fighter plane means that it is the highest level of etiquette to receive the wind and wash the dust.

Now.

Han Sanzheng and several internal guards stood in the corner of the tarmac, looking at the majestic figure that walked down from the helicopter with admiration.

Wei Baocang was the first to walk out of the door in a military uniform, and Song Ningqing followed closely with a windbreaker in his arms.

"Chief, welcome to Xihua Hospital for inspection and guidance!"

The senior management of Xihua Hospital, which had been waiting for a long time, walked quickly from the exit under the leadership of President Li Jianye.

Wei Baocang patiently shook hands with the senior executives of Xihua Hospital one by one.

Then, surrounded by a large group of people, he walked towards the exit of the tarmac.

"Good work. ”

When passing by Han Sanzheng and the others, Wei Baocang paused slightly and nodded to the few people in thanks.

Hear the words.

Han Sanzheng and the others were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

The god of war thanked him, and he deserved a thousand words!

"Chief, after receiving Miss Wei Ziqing, our hospital attaches great importance to it, and I held a special meeting to study and deploy, and personally served as the leader of the treatment team..."

Li Jianye followed Wei Baocang closely and kept introducing the situation.

Song Ningqing, who was familiar with Wei Baocang's habits, flashed impatience on his heroic face after hearing Li Jianye's long-winded report.

Really!

Wei Baocang frowned and stopped moving forward.

As soon as Wei Baocang stopped, a large group of people behind him hurriedly stopped, not daring to move half a step.

Li Jianye didn't know why.

There is no way, Wei Baocang's aura is too strong, which makes him, the head of the first hospital, very stressed.

Li Jianye pondered his words and said cautiously: "Chief..."

Wei Baocang turned to look at the group of trembling Xihua Hospital executives behind him, and frowned even more.

So, he simply spoke: "Dean Li, I can't get used to polite words, and I can't see them." ”

Li Jianye hurriedly took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat that was about to drip from his head.

"Dean Li. ”

Li Jianye nodded and said, "Yes, here, you instruct." ”

Wei Baocang glanced at the audience, and wherever his eyes passed, no one dared to look at him.

"I'm a soldier, I only listen to the results!"

Moment!

Li Jianye sweated like rain.

......

There was silence outside the intensive care unit of Xihua Hospital.

Wei Baocang looked at the thin figure on the hospital bed through the glass and was silent.

Li Jianye gestured with his eyes and introduced: "This Doctor Fang is Miss Wei Ziqing's attending physician. ”

Fang Baicao, the youngest associate professor and deputy director of the Department of Critical Care Medicine at Xihua Hospital.

Wei Baocang did not turn his head when he heard the introduction.

Fang Baicao raised her eyebrows, but still stepped forward with Wei Ziqing's case.

According to the arrangement of the hospital leaders last night, she came to the door of the custody room early today to wait, just to greet the man in military uniform in front of her.

'Report to him?' Can he understand? Ridiculous. ’

Difference in profession makes one feel worlds apart.

"Even if the man in front of him is a big man, it doesn't necessarily mean that he understands medicine!" Fang Baicao couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Although he was a little reluctant, Fang Baicao still took the initiative to introduce Wei Ziqing's condition, "Miss Wei Ziqing suffers from serious congenital heart disease, and it has to be said that it is a miracle that she can survive to the age of sixteen. ”

Wei Baocang's brows furrowed slightly.

He is clear about his sister Ziqing's condition.

It is indeed not easy for congenital heart disease to survive to the age of 16 without a heart transplant.

However, it is not impossible.

Thinking of these years, Wei Ziqing's almost ascetic-like strict life treatment is not just explained by a miracle.

"I'm not here to hear about some medical miracle. Wei Baocang turned to face the crowd.

The anger that had been suppressed for a long time burst out in an instant.

Fang Baicao, who was closest to Wei Baocang, was forced to take a step back by the pressure on his face.

"I just want to know. ”

"With the conditions of Xihua Hospital, how long can the vital signs be maintained in the absence of a suitable heart source. ”

He, the god of war who protects the country!

Save more than 10,000 people on the battlefield!

And now, seeing that my sister's life is dying and cannot be saved, my heart hurts like digging out my heart and liver.

Fang Baicao regained his footing, looked at Wei Baocang and said stubbornly: "There is no guarantee!"

"Miss Wei Ziqing's health has deteriorated in the past three years, coupled with her heavy thoughts, the two phases are superimposed, and the situation is already very critical. ”

Wei Baocang was a legendary graduate of the First Military Medical University, and his understanding of Wei Ziqing's condition would not be less than that of Fang Baicao.

It is extremely difficult to completely cure Wei Ziqing with the resources of a hospital in Huaxi.

Wei Baocang frowned.

His dearest relatives are suffering, even if he himself has fought between life and death countless times, he can't help but be upset at this moment.

"There's only one way. Fang Baicao groaned slightly, and considered speaking.

Li Jianye said anxiously: "What is the way, Xiaofang, you can say it directly." ”

He's in a hurry!

The big man in front of him was alarmed by the existence of the Southwest Security Bureau.

As an old oilman who has been in officialdom for decades, he certainly knows the weight.

If Xihua Hospital can successfully save the life of the girl lying on the bed, then next year's budget will definitely be doubled!

That's hundreds of millions of dollars.

"There are 'Eight Immortals of Severe Illness' in Huaxia, who are the directors of the intensive care medicine departments of the four major military hospitals, if they can consult Zijin's condition together, there will definitely be a huge improvement!"

Wei Ziqing is currently losing most of the function of organs in his body, which is not just a heart problem.

As soon as Fang Baicao's voice fell, the senior executives of Xihua Hospital outside the intensive care unit no longer cared about the image of the reprimand.

"Impossible!"

"Fang Baicao, what are you kidding!"

"What kind of existence is the 'Eight Immortals of Severe Illness'?

“......”

Hearing the reprimands of many high-level executives of Xihua Hospital, Fang Baicao also shook his head self-deprecatingly.

The 'Eight Immortals of Critical Illness' is the collective name of the eight most authoritative experts in the field of critical care in China, who are known as the last bastion of critical care medicine in China, and any of them are national treasures!

Unless there is a nationwide outbreak, they are almost always on the side.

Li Jianye sighed in disappointment, looked at Wei Baocang cautiously, and couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, "It seems that Xihua Hospital is destined to bear the anger of the big man in front of him this time." ’

Suddenly!

A rush of footsteps came from far and near.

Li Jianye had nowhere to vent his frustration at this time, and his face suddenly sank, "The intensive care ward needs to be quiet!!"

"Hospital... Dean!"

"There's... There's a Coaster driving into the hospital and it's parked outside the building right now!"

Li Quan, the head of the security section, walked through the crowd and reported hard.

Li Jianye was not angry and said arrogantly: "So what!"

"Hang... Hanging is the west... Southwest Military Region No. 1 license plate!"

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