Lin Zijin didn't know how to comfort him, and in the face of the wounded who lost their limbs, any words of comfort were pale.

Niu Dazhuang shook his head, his expression perked up, and asked Lin Zijin: "Doctor Lin, you said that my leg is gone, and I have become a young man who has lost my footing, and this leg that is missing still hurts so badly?

Lin Zijin was ridiculed by the self-ridicule of his stumbling young man, and said uncomfortably: "This is phantom limb pain, and it is the ...... of the human nerve center."

Before she could finish explaining, Niu Dazhuang interrupted her with a laugh: "I know, it's that this turtle son is obviously gone, and he always thinks that he is still there, refuses to give up his position, and reminds me with pain, right?"

Only he can describe his lost leg as a turtle son.

Lin Zijin looked at the missing piece under the blanket and couldn't bear to say more.

Niu Dazhuang comforted her with a smile: "Doctor Lin, don't be sad, I have chosen a cheap one, and there are many brothers who have stayed on the front line with their lives, I am really nothing." ”

He smiled and patted his leg: "It's not that there is still a leg, it's okay to do anything." ”

Jing Jian laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Yes, we are soldiers, we don't shed blood and tears, my brother is good!"

Ten minutes later, when he left the ward, the smile on Jing Jian's face disappeared and he immediately fell silent.

Lin Zijin followed him and silently held his hand.

"Zijin, I want to go back to the front line, I want to be with my comrades. ”

This time, Lin Zijin didn't stop him: "Okay, you have finished the examination, as long as there is no problem with your lungs, I will give you a diagnosis immediately." ”

After thinking about it, she told uneasily: "In the first half month, be careful when acting, and don't break the wound." ”

"Don't worry," Jing Jian said, clenching her hand: "I still have to keep this life and come back to marry you." ”

The two stood side by side in front of the window of the corridor, outside the window the sky was clear, the green shade was full of mountains, and the mountains and rivers were beautiful and magnificent.

For the sake of our motherland and the people of this land, we will do everything we can to squander our youth and blood.

The results of the examination came out that Jing Jian's lungs also had a little burn, although it was not as serious as Tao Wei, but it also had to be treated systematically.

Jing Jian resolutely refused: "I won't go back to the rear!"

His tone was categorical, and Lin Zijin glared at him with a calm face: "Who said that you want to go back to the rear?

"Hormone pulse therapy, tracheoscopic lung lavage to remove inhaled substances," Lin Zijin ordered the doctor: "There is no acetylcysteine, and there is no ambroxol hydrochloride? ”

Jing Jian didn't feel good when he heard it: "Doctor Xiaolin, what is transtracheoscopic lung lavage?"

Lin Zijin had a calm face: "Comrade Jingjian, you don't need to know, you just need to cooperate." ”

"What, even if you give me a knife, don't use those strange instruments to toss me......"

However, Lin Zijin had already gone out like a gust of wind.

Jing Jian didn't dare to go too fast, for fear of being scolded by Lin Zijin, and when he chased him to the medical office and was about to play tricks with Lin Zijin to intercede, he saw a white coat with a raw face, and when the man looked at Lin Zijin, his eyes flashed with warmth and distress.

"Dr. Kobayashi, you've lost a lot of weight, why did you cut your hair?" the man said.

Jing Jian immediately felt an inexplicable threat.

Instinctively closing his mouth, Jing Jian swallowed back the words that were originally going to be sala's intercession.

Dyson came with a second group of substitute teams, this time the medical team was smaller than the last time, but it was still composed of elite doctors from the attached hospital.

Lin Zijin was embarrassed by Dyson's question, and when he saw Jing Jian coming over, he sighed, and felt a faint sense of relief in his heart.

"Let me introduce, this is my target Comrade Jing Jian, Comrade Jing Jian was injured and temporarily recuperated in our hospital. ”

Lin Zijin said, and introduced Dyson to Jing Jian: "This is my colleague Comrade Dyson, Dr. Dai is one of the best doctors of the younger generation in our affiliated hospital, who came with the second batch of treatment groups, and just arrived today. ”

Two men with different styles looked at each other, and both saw hostility and vigilance in each other's gazes.

Phew, look at this thin arm and thin leg, it looks like a little white face!

Jing Jian ignored the reality that his face was whiter than Dyson before, scolded in his heart, and stretched out his hand without smiling: "Hello Dr. Dai, welcome to the battlefield." ”

Dyson was also slandering in his heart: How did Dr. Lin fall in love with this guy, this Qiu Ba looked at the limbs and brain, and he had nothing but strength, Dr. Lin was really blind.

This isn't the Chinese version of Tarzan and the beauty.

The smile on Jing Jian's face was ill-intentioned, Dyson was a person who knew the times, but he didn't plan to let him shake his hand, Dyson smiled and waved his hand: "I'm sorry Comrade Jing, I just checked an infected patient, and I haven't had time to wash my hands yet, considering the problem of cross-infection, let's not shake hands." ”

Jing Jian smiled: "It's okay, I have strong resistance, I have to walk around when I see any villain germs, come on, let's make love!"

Lin Zijin has two big heads, Jing Jian has always been very shy and steady, he looks like a serious and upright old cadre, and he has never been a ruffian, why did he see him in the hospital this time, he is coquettish and jealous, and now he looks like a ruffian.

Is it a skill increase, or is the original form exposed?

Glaring at Jing Jian, Lin Zijin shouted angrily: "You give me honesty, hurry up and go to the respiratory department, I have already contacted and asked Dr. Wang to give you a tracheoscopy - Doctor Dai, don't be like him, this guy will go to the house to uncover the tiles if he doesn't fight for three days." ”

She turned to Jing Jian again: "Don't go yet." ”

Hearing the intimacy and protection in Lin Zijin's words, Dyson shook his head with a bitter smile: "It's okay, Comrade Jing?"

"He inhaled smoke from the combustion of a smoke bomb and had acute injury and foreign body deposition in his lungs, requiring tracheoscopic lung lavage. ”

Phew, I thought I was injured in the war, it turned out to be so squeamish, I had to wash it with some smoke, could it be to avoid the battle and accompany the object by the way, pretending to be sick and running to the rear, right?

Dyson sneered, the smile on his face was meaningful, and his tone was also meaningful: "Oh, that's really a serious illness, Comrade Jing hurry up!"

He talked about the very serious illness very slowly, and aggravated his tone, for fear that Jing Jian would not be able to hear the irony in his words.

Jing Jian could hear what he meant, but he didn't take it seriously at all - when Lao Tzu was fighting with the enemy in the rain of bullets, you kid was still playing with pee, how could you afford to look up to Lao Tzu.

I don't know when Xie Xiao'an, who chased in, was unhappy, what kind of tone did this person speak?

He gave up the background board and stepped forward in a few steps: "Comrade, how can you talk to our regiment leader?"

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