Okay, just finished the tracheoscopy and talk less. Lin Zijin had just made up his mind to be nice to him, and he couldn't bear to criticize him anymore, so the two went back to the ward in a hurry.

In the past few days, there have been a lot of lives on the enemy's side, and most of the patients in the hospital have stabilized, and those who are seriously ill have been transferred to the rear.

Jing Jian moved out of the single ward on the third floor and changed to the large ward on the second floor, where eight wounded people lived in a crowded room, the air was stuffy, and the smell was very bad.

Lin Zijin opened the windows first when he entered the door, looked at the patients' conditions one by one, and chatted with each patient.

Jing Jian had obediently returned to his hospital bed and waited for her.

His next bed is a young soldier who has not been in the army for a long time, the injury is not serious, but the psychological quality is not very good, after the anesthetic has taken effect, every time the wound hurts, he will moan in a low voice, sometimes in the dead of night, Jing Jian can still hear his low crying.

Lin Zijin took special care of this childish little soldier, every time he came to the ward, he would bring him some food, and sometimes when he saw that he was in severe pain, he would gently hug and pat him.

This little soldier seems to have some traumatic stress response disorder and is very emotionally unstable, and several veterans in the same ward always cry and look down on him when they see him.

But Lin Zijin knew that it was just a mental illness.

Now, Lin Zijin handed the little soldier another piece of candy: "Dong Xiaosong, give you a piece of prawn crisp." ”

Dong Xiaosong took the candy and smiled gratefully: "Thank you, Sister Lin." ”

Since one time when he cried at night, Lin Zijin gently patted him to comfort him, he no longer called her Dr. Lin, but called her sister instead.

"My sister also bought me this candy, but it's sweet. Speaking of this, Dong Xiaosong lowered his head gloomily, his sister got married and died in childbirth, leaving only a little nephew.

Lin Zijin patted him on the shoulder and said arrogantly: "Wait, when you return to the rear, I'll buy you two catties so that you can eat enough!"

Jing Jian smiled beside him: "Dong Xiaosong, Dr. Lin is a stingy ghost, brother bought you twenty catties, ten times more than her!"

Dong Xiaosong hurriedly thanked him, lowering his head and not daring to look at Jing Jian.

He knew that the young officer was a regimental commander.

Regiment commander, what a big official is that, the biggest official Dong Xiaosong has ever come into contact with is the village chief, and when he arrived in the army, he only saw the company commander, what was the regiment commander like, and he only saw it for the first time when he came to the hospital.

Dong Xiaosong was very afraid that this young regiment commander would look down on him, and he also knew that he was unproductive, and he couldn't stop crying when he was hurt a little, but he wasn't crying about his own pain, he was ......

Dong Xiaosong thought of the comrades-in-arms who died in front of him, the comrades-in-arms of the entire squad, only he survived, those veterans who helped him and took care of him, and had the ability to do so all died.

He couldn't remember the scene at that time, every time he thought about it, he felt resentful, why didn't he die, but sometimes, Dong Xiaosong was secretly glad that he survived.

Under this kind of contradiction and self-blame, Dong Xiaosong often can't sleep all night long, and cries when he thinks of the past.

The officer in the next bed was telling jokes again, Dong Xiaosong was very envious, this head Jing could be such a big official as the head of the regiment, he must have experienced a lot of things at the beginning.

He heard the veterans of the same ward talk in private, saying that this man was the commander of the Tiger Regiment, who became a soldier at the age of fifteen, and the next year he caught up with the outbreak of war and went to the front.

But how did he get here in the first place? How did he deal with the casualties of his comrades?

It was late at night, and the snoring sound in the ward came and went, and I didn't know which wounded person had the habit of grinding his teeth when he slept, and the creaking sound of grinding his teeth was terrifying.

Frogs in the pond in the distance kept making noise, and the cries of gnats could be heard outside the window.

Dong Xiaosong was crying in a low voice again, Jing Jian got up, poured a cup of warm water and handed it to him, and patted him on the back: "It's nothing, there is nothing that can't be passed, comrades-in-arms leave, you have to live better, live their share." ”

Dong Xiaosong was stunned for a moment and looked at Jing Jian.

By the glimmer of light in the hallway, he saw the warm and bright light in the officer's eyes.

"No one can help you," Jing Jian said: "Only you can help yourself, the first time I saw my comrades-in-arms die in front of me, I was also like you, I felt uncomfortable for a long time, and then I realized that their sacrifice is for us, so that more people can live better." ”

He patted Dong Xiaosong: "Sleep, recuperate well, return to the battlefield in the future, and avenge your comrades-in-arms." ”

Dong Xiaosong stopped choking and nodded.

Jing Jian returned to his bed, and was recalled by Dong Xiaosong, he thought about his comrades-in-arms, tossed and turned for a while, and fell asleep in a daze.

The sound of frogs in the distance suddenly stopped, and after a while, the cries of the gnats suddenly stopped as well.

In the dark, Jing Jian suddenly opened his eyes, and the sharp light in his eyes flashed.

He listened for a few seconds, walked briskly to the window, looked at it for a moment, tore open the curtain, and jumped straight from the window.

After landing on the ground, he rolled on the spot, unloading a few percent of his strength, Rao is like this, the wound that has just healed is also a sharp pain, and a burst of wet warmth near the wound spreads.

Knowing that this was a knife crack, Jing Jian smiled bitterly in his heart, it seemed that he was inevitably going to be complained about by his daughter-in-law.

He didn't care about this, and glanced in the direction of the sentry, but there was no sign of the sentry, and it was estimated that he had been touched by the enemy.

I don't know how many people sneaked in, what they plan to do, and if they shout, will the other party jump off the wall in a hurry.

Jing Jian only stayed in place for a few seconds, and quickly found his target.

In the east corner of the first floor, the window screen of one room was torn, and the flowers and plants under the window were sporadically trampled and broken.

Jing Jian ran over with his waist bent, like a sturdy feline, without even touching the grass and trees under the window.

He leaned on the windowsill and looked in.

The light of the hallway shone in through the small window in the door, and the dagger shone brightly, and it pressed against the neck of a man whose face was as white as paper.

"Say, which of you is the greatest?"

Jing Jian's heart jumped, this person's accent had that peculiar sense of familiarity, it was an enemy attack!

The hand holding the dagger pressed slightly, and blood immediately seeped out along the blade.

"I I don't know, I, I'm cleaning. Jing Jian was stunned for a moment, this voice is very familiar, it's Dyson!

"Don't try to lie to me," the man chin turned in one direction: "Your medicine box is white here, what kind of big (cleaning) is there?"

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