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Kuncheng, which is like spring all year round, also has a hint of autumn after the rain in the early morning.

At the General Hospital of the Southwest Theater of Operations, nurse Zhang Qingqing gently pushed open the window of the special care ward. The fresh air came to your face, with the comfort of the autumn rain and the fragrance of the earth, driving away the tiredness of the night.

"What a good weather, get up and take a walk, it's not a thing to lie down all the time!" The sun drove away the gloom in her heart, and Zhang Qingqing by the window prayed in a low voice, her eyes drifting to the hospital bed.

The young wounded were still asleep. The handsome and resolute face also seemed to have a little blood in the bright morning light.

"You must wake up, don't give up!" The warm towel brushed over the wounded's face, forehead, and neck, and Zhang Qingqing silently cheered for the hero in her heart.

In peacetime, there are few heroes in the army.

Although she is in the military, Zhang Qingqing feels that the war is too far away, and she may only see the magnificent figure of returning from the front line in film and television works in her life. However, a sudden order made her know one thing: behind the peace, there are still people fighting and shedding blood for the country.

This wounded man was one of them. The moment he was taken to the hospital with serious injuries, the blood was almost exhausted all over his body, and only one breath remained.

The lights in the emergency room were on for him for fifteen hours.

Those fifteen hours were as long as fifteen centuries for Zhang Qingqing.

The bullet landed in the operating tray with a crisp sound, which was the most brilliant note of youth. The blood-stained gauze is the blood and fire burning, blooming with the light of loyalty and honor.

Doctors removed five warheads from his body.

What kind of battle did he go through, and how did he come back alive?

Zhang Qingqing couldn't imagine that she and him lived in two worlds.

However, five warheads are not all. Six more bullets pierced his body, leaving a terrifying blood hole.

Walking out of the operating room, more than a dozen soldiers rushed in front of her with a roar and surrounded her and the doctors.

It's a bunch of crazy beasts!

The cold murderous aura was overwhelming, Zhang Qingqing's whole body was cold, but her heart was hot. She likes this feeling, this is the military, this is the military!

His eyes fell on the armbands of the soldiers.

On the golden olive branch, two staggered silver sabers shone brightly, and a black eagle soared with its wings. She learned the identity of the wounded - he was from the theater's famous Black Hawk Special Operations Group.

"I'm sorry, we did our best, now we can only hope for a miracle. ”

Facing the soldiers with hope in their eyes, Professor Sun Changtian, the chief surgeon, bowed deeply.

Pale hair, trembling slightly.

The old man, who was born arrogant and regarded the general as a private, bowed his head apologetically.

The operating room was his battlefield, and he had a superb medical skill, and he fought with all his strength for fifteen hours, but he could not finally recapture the warriors who had returned from the bloody hands of death! He could only use his own way to pay a tribute to him and to this collective.

Zhang Qingqing's ears rang with a roar of despair, heartbreak, and anger.

She clearly saw that in the red eyes there was a desperate madness of emotion - if you die, we will pay tribute to you with the blood of our enemies!

Where there is war, there is hatred, there is no reason, there is no morality.

After the operation, the casualty was transferred to the intensive care unit.

Sun Lao said that the best outcome for the wounded is to become vegetative.

Zhang Qingqing couldn't accept this result. She secretly hoped that a miracle would come.

Every day in the intensive care unit, she was afraid that the curve on the ECG monitor would suddenly straighten. However, to everyone's expectations, the wounded's injuries quickly stabilized, and he was not only out of danger of life, but also gradually normalized his physical indicators.

"Medical miracle!" This change made Sun Lao dance with joy every time he checked it.

A week later, he was transferred to the intensive care unit.

At this time, Zhang Qingqing finally knew the basic information of the wounded. His name is Qin Tian, a captain officer, and he belongs to the Black Hawk Special Operations Brigade. Such simple information needs to be kept confidential.

The young nurse became more and more curious. She silently waited for the final miracle - his awakening. She fantasized that one day she would be able to hear his story from him.

Under the palm of his hand, there was a sudden slight tremor.

"He's moved!" Zhang Qingqing, who was wiping Qin Tian's chest with a towel, couldn't help but feel ecstatic in her heart.

Raising his head, Captain Qin Tian still closed his eyes, but there was a painful expression on his face.

"Old Sun, you have to yell at a medical miracle again!" Zhang Qingqing smiled happily, and the towel in her hand quickly brushed past Qin Tian's chest. She decided to report the great news to Sun Lao immediately.

"What is this? Where did it come from?" On the strong pectoral muscles, an inconspicuous circular scar caught Zhang Qingqing's attention. She subconsciously picked up the towel and wiped it vigorously, and was suddenly surprised to find that the colorful streamer on the scar flashed.

"No—"

A roar of grief rang out, making her tremble in fright.

"No-no-"

"Sima, why—why !!" Qin Tian roared.

Zhang Qingqing got up and looked at him in surprise.

Qin Tian still hadn't woken up.

His fists were clenched, his expression was hideous, and his body trembled violently.

The roar quickly died down, and two tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

What made him cry? In confusion, Zhang Qingqing pressed the call button at the bedside.

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After struggling in the darkness for an unknown amount of time, Qin Tian finally saw the light.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a thunder leopard with a concerned face.

"Am I still alive?" Qin Tian said, his eyes confused.

"Yes, you're still alive!" Leopard patted him lightly on the shoulder, a warm smile on his face. From July 5th to July 14th, in just ten days, the captain of the Black Hawk Special Operations Brigade, known as the Iron Man, was obviously much older.

Qin Tian was silent, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Thunder Leopard was also silent. He didn't know how to speak.

"Leopard head, what about them?" After a long time, Qin Tian's voice sounded, as if he came from outside the sky.

Lei Leopard gloomily: "All sacrificed." ”

"All sacrificed...... It's all sacrificed......" Qin Tian muttered and fell silent again.

Yes, they all died, and I watched them leave one by one, and I took them to their deaths! Why, am I still alive? Why, my brothers left me on the Huangquan Road?

Lei Leopard didn't say anything to comfort him, just looked at him quietly. When a wolf is injured, it will only find a hidden corner and lick its wounds quietly. As it recovers, its claws and teeth become more deadly.

"What about Sima Nan?" After taking a deep breath and trying to calm down a little, Qin Tian asked again.

"Also sacrificed. When we found you, he was lying on your chest, and his whole body was beaten into a honeycomb. Thunder Leopard's deep voice stabbed Qin Tian's heart like a sharp blade.

"Why is this happening, why is this happening......" Qin Tian closed his eyes weakly, his pale face was full of palpitating pain and hurt.

"Qin Tian, a general once said that the best destination for a soldier is to be killed by the last bullet in the last battle. They're dead, you're still alive, your battle has just begun!

After Lei Bao finished speaking, he got up and left.