was so tired, Lin Zijin's mind was empty, and he was dazed for a few seconds before he reacted, they should have said the wounded man just now: "...... The wounded are fine, not life-threatening. ”

A baby-faced little soldier couldn't help crying, and several fighters were also so excited, tears rolled in their eyes, and they saluted in unison: "Thank you, thank you, doctor!"

Turning around, the other warrior also cried, muffled with a few coughs.

These soldiers are very young, and they look like they are about twenty years old, and when they relax, they are no different from Lin Zijin's classmates.

Shaking her head slightly, Lin Zijin slowly went back to the lounge, but in a second, a crying voice came into her ears, she stopped, and turned her head to look over in disbelief.

"Captain Jing is fine!" Babyface cried and said, "The head of the regiment was injured to save me, he is fine...... I...... I ......"

Two soldiers supported him and pressed him to the corner, and one of them rudely wiped his tears and painted his already unclean baby face one by one: "Don't cry, don't embarrass our head Jing!"

"That's it, look at other people's doctors and stare at you, and let the doctors laugh at us. ”

The babyface wiped his tears with his palm and looked over, and saw that the female doctor, who was still exhausted just now, suddenly ran over as if she had taken a hormone, grabbing his sleeve in a gaffe.

"Who are you talking about?!"

Babyface was startled: "I didn't say you ......"

"What you said about Captain Jing, yes, yes, is it called Jing Jian?"

A group of warriors nodded in unison.

"He, he was injured and had surgery just now?" Lin Zijin's heart was pounding, like a dream.

Several fighters nodded again.

Lin Zijin: "...... Did I do the surgery?"

Several fighters looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Shouldn't it?" Babyface hesitated for a moment, "Doctor, are you confused, or...... Didn't you perform the operation on Captain Jing? Then our Captain Jing ...... now."

The faces of several soldiers immediately became solemn, but Lin Zijin didn't care about anything else, threw them behind and rushed back to the operating room.

"The patient's information just now, show me the patient's medical record just now. Before the assistant left, Lin Zijin shouted at him, the assistant's face was dazed, and Lin Zijin suddenly reacted - why bother reading the information, people are right in front of him.

Male, 28 years old...... Lin Zijin's mind quickly skipped the assistant's introduction to the wounded just now, and she changed her tone and asked, her voice a little calmer than just now: "What about the wounded man just now, where is the arrangement? He, is he surnamed Jing?"

The surname Jing is very special, and the assistant still has an impression: "Yes, yes, the wounded's name is Jing Jian, what's wrong with Dr. Lin, is there anything wrong with the wounded?"

His face was also hard to look at - could it be that the operation failed and was bleeding again?

Lin Zijin saw his worry and shook his head: "The wounded man is fine, I have other things to do with him, where is he arranged?"

The assistant was about to speak, and several little nurses rushed in: "Quick, quick, a group of wounded people are here, ready to rescue!"

Lin Zijin didn't want to rest anymore, so without saying a word, he hurriedly went to change his hands and went on stage.

This time there were more wounded, between operations, Lin Zijin only had time to sit against the wall to rest for a while, in order to reduce the number of times she went to the bathroom, she only drank a few sips of milk, and she didn't even dare to drink any more water, and fell asleep with compressed biscuits in her hand.

The operation was performed for nearly seven hours, and it was not until the early morning of the next day that the last operation was completed.

Lin Zijin went to the bathroom first, reluctantly drank a bowl of hot porridge by himself, asked the little nurse about Qing Jingjian's ward, and dragged his heavy and numb legs over to see him.

For Lin Zijin, the past day was like a war in which she couldn't see the smoke and bullets, she actually operated on Jing Jian unknowingly in this war, and even when the scalpel peeled off the tissue, she didn't know that the person lying on the operating table was her beloved.

Lin Zijin couldn't help but rejoice, fortunately, the towel covered Jing Jian's face, if she went in earlier and saw that the wounded person was Jing Jian, Lin Zijin didn't know if she had the courage to do the operation.

I don't know if it was because the anesthetic was too powerful, or because he was tired before, Jing Jian slept deeply, and his black and thick eyelashes covered him, casting a cyan shadow on his lower eyelids.

Lin Zijin asked the little nurse for a low stool, sat down in front of Jing Jian's bed, and looked at him carefully.

Jing Jian has darkened a lot and lost a lot of weight, which makes his originally handsome face contour a little sharp, the corners of his mouth are tightly pursed, and even in his sleep, he frowns slightly.

Lin Zijin couldn't help but stretch out his finger and gently caress his eyebrows.

The baby-faced soldier who accompanied the bed was puzzled, and when he saw this beautiful female doctor sitting in front of the regiment commander's bed as if no one was around, and even touched the regiment commander's forehead, his eyes were red with anxiety, and he seemed to be about to cry again.

Fortunately, he still had some sense, and he was afraid of arguing with Jing Jian, so he asked in a low voice: "Doctor Yiyi, what's wrong with our head of the regiment?"

Lin Zijin turned his head, put his index finger to his mouth, and made a shushing gesture: "It's okay, I'm looking at him, you can rest." ”

"Why, Comrade Doctor, I still look at the regiment commander, you hurry up and rest!" Babyface was a little anxious, looking at this female comrade's pale face and crumbling appearance, what did she say She looked at the regiment commander, and it was a good thing that she didn't faint in front of the regiment commander's bed!

Seeing the little soldier's worry, Lin Zijin smiled: "It's okay, I'm still guarding him, you can rest assured." "When he wakes up, I'm going to scold him as soon as I wake up.

"But why?"

How could the baby face be relieved, but the other party was a doctor, and it was not good for him to drive people directly, he muttered in a low voice and was at a loss, and he was spinning around on the ground.

If he hadn't known that the field hospital was tightly guarded and the doctors had passed strict scrutiny, he would have wondered if Lin Zijin was a female spy sent by the enemy, and wanted to capture their heroic and invincible regiment commander without blood.

Lin Zijin looked at him and smiled: "Are you Xie Xiao'an, or Liu Lixin?"

"You, you, how do you know that I am Xie ...... No, who are you?"

Babyface immediately became vigilant, tense all over, secretly on guard.

Could it really be a female spy, otherwise how would you know his name?

However, Lin Zijin already knew who he was: "So you are Xie Xiao'an, your head Jing said that your poems are written very ......" Speaking of this, she stopped, Jing Jian's original words were Xie Xiao'an's poems were so sour that he lost his teeth, but the little soldier in front of him looked very honest, with a pleasing baby face, Jing Jian's mean original words were a little unspeakable.

After thinking about it, Lin Zijin changed his words: "Well, he said that your poem is a little sour, but the idea is still good." ”

Xie Xiaoan was stunned for a moment, and was even more overwhelmed.

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