"Amputation?

Song Chun'an was choked all of a sudden, coughing again and again, and even had a terrible premonition that the noodles almost jumped out of his nostrils.

But compared to the news that came out of the brother's mouth, it was really not worth mentioning.

He picked up the big bowl suddenly, poured a large mouthful of noodle soup and suppressed the shock, the bowl was not put down, and he looked up and asked anxiously:

"Maomao, that tall, skinny, smiling boy?"

Du Dahai laboriously swallowed the tasteless beef foam in his mouth, and nodded silently.

"How is that possible! When I left, I saw the kid scurrying around to help carry things......

Song Chunan stared at the dejected face opposite, and halfway through his rebuttal, he couldn't go on.

He wiped his face hard, blinked vigorously, threw down his chopsticks, and lost his appetite.

"No, what happened at this time, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

It was summer to go to the south to fight the danger and provide disaster relief, and now that it is winter, tell him that his little brother is going to have his leg amputated? This is not reasonable at all! Impossible!

Du Dahai sighed and put down his chopsticks.

"That kid can bear it, his legs hurt so much that he can't sleep or say a word at night, probably afraid that he will be returned to his hometown, so he won't let him continue to be a table tennis.

You may not know that Maomao's hometown is in the south, and when he was a child, there was a lot of water at home, and the whole village suffered.

Maomao was pushed out of the wooden basin by his father and mother, and just picked up a life. He floated in the water for two or three days before he was picked up by the kind old woman, and the grandparents and grandchildren depended on each other, and the rest of the family could not find them.

The grandmother is old, her health is not good, she takes medicine all the year round, and Maomao follows her to pick up rags and earn food when she is young.

The old grandmother was very good to him, and pulled out money from between her teeth for him to go to school and study, until Mao Mao came to the army to take care of food and housing and receive allowances.

Maomao wants to raise her grandmother, and she has made up her mind to stay in our army, and she trains the most ruthlessly in peacetime, strives for performance everywhere, and grits her teeth to carry her own ...... difficulties."

Du Dahai couldn't go on, picked up a large piece of beef and put it in his mouth and chewed it vigorously, swallowing it until he choked in his throat.

Song Chunan was so uncomfortable that he raised his hand and rubbed his face again, finally suppressed the emotion that rushed straight to his head, and tried his best to analyze the problem calmly.

"In other words, you also only know about this situation? Mao Mao's leg injury worsened, and the condition could not be suppressed, so he was sent to the hospital for examination? The doctor said that it could not be cured, and recommended amputation?

Du Dahai saw that his eyes were always sleepy, and he knew that his Brother Song was really anxious, and he didn't dare to be vague anymore.

He, Brother Song, don't look at people who are gentle and gentle, and he usually has a good temper, but after getting along for a long time, he knows that he has really encountered something, Brother Song is really good-looking, and he has a violent temper!

Take the disaster relief as an example, after more than a month of fatigue and fighting, the people they are training are a little unbearable, but their Brother Song just holds the child and survives!

When he saved people, he was really willing to contribute, and he didn't complain about any dirty and tired, but if anyone pushed and squeezed his little ancestor, he could really turn his face with you.

Once, the old class rescued people and was in a hurry to get into the fire, and he didn't think much about it, and directly turned out a bag of food on the boat and stuffed it to the affected people, only to find out later that it was the rations that Brother Song brought to his daughter.

This time it was a hornet's nest, Brother Song almost started with the old class, and roared in front of a boatload of people with a red face and thick neck, and all the unpleasant words came out.

It was still the little ancestor of Song Porcelain who hugged her father and stopped and stopped, coaxed and coaxed, and persuaded her.

But Brother Song hugged his daughter and cried at that time.