"Hmm, what did you two do, you're still a lieutenant, why did you get involved with this little devil?" The old man put his hands behind his back and looked at Wang Meixin's military uniform, the smile on his face was still maintained, but his kind smile made Wang Meixin a little embarrassed.

"Report to the chief, I ......"

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be Wang Lao's granddaughter, right?" The old man didn't wait for Wang Meixin to finish speaking, and took over the topic again, his pair of eyes like eagles were still looking at Wang Meixin very seriously when he was talking, and his affirmative expression seemed to tell others that although others were old, his eyes were not spent.

"Hee-hee, let the chief laugh." Wang Meixin scratched her head, and was even more embarrassed, although the old man recognized herself, but Wang Meixin couldn't remember that there was such a No. 1 general in the army that he couldn't remember.

In the eyes of others, Wang Meixin has the general's grandfather, and the father of the lieutenant colonel is a thing to be proud of, but she can have such an achievement today, she has it in exchange for sweat, and she does not have special requirements in training because of such a relationship, on the contrary, she has to put in more effort to make others think that she is superior by relationship.

"Does the chief know Elder Wang?" Luo Zhaoyang looked at the two fierce guards who were so respectful to the old man just now, and saw that the old man actually recognized Wang Meixin, he felt that he had to have a good relationship with this old man, maybe he could help intercede when the black-faced god came back.

"Of course, I went to see him at noon, but his face wasn't very good." The old man said that Wang Lao's face was embarrassed, and his brows frowned slightly.

"Don't worry, Wang Lao will be fine in a while, and he can also do a five-kilometer weight-bearing cross-country run at that time." Luo Zhaoyang is very confident in his medical skills, although Wang Lao's illness cannot be cured at one time, but as long as he is acupuncture according to his own treatment plan, combined with Chinese herbal medicine, he is very confident that he can revitalize his strength.

"Oh, you're so confident, you're a doctor?" The old man looked at Luo Zhaoyang with a gaze that seemed to be in disbelief, although Luo Zhaoyang was young, but when the old man came in and saw him for the first time, he felt that this young man had an extraordinary temperament.

"To be precise, I am a Chinese medicine practitioner, a doctor who specializes in treating Wang Lao's diseases." Luo Zhaoyang said a little proudly, every time he introduced to others, he felt proud of being a doctor.

"Is Wang Lao really sick?" When the old man heard this, he began to get a little nervous, because there has been such a statement in the army for the past few days, and he still didn't believe it when they met at noon, but now listening to Luo Zhaoyang say this, he had to start to doubt it again

Looking at the old man's surprised expression, she realized that Wang Meixin was constantly making eyes at him, and he also remembered that Wang Lao's illness was to be kept secret, and after he rolled his eyes, he said with a smile: "People will get sick, but this disease depends on what kind of disease, for example, cold and flu, although it is not serious, but it will always make people dizzy, as for Wang Lao's illness, in my opinion, it is not much different from the cold and flu." ”

Luo Zhaoyang looked at the old man, he knew that with the old man's experience and his sharp eyes, he believed that the more he held things down, the more he would feel that there was a problem, and then he would really have no silver three hundred taels here.

"Oh, what kind of illness is Old Wang?" For Luo Zhaoyang's fooling, it obviously didn't work for the old man, and he had a great intention of asking the roots.

"You don't have to worry about Wang Lao's illness, now I am most worried about the division commander here, his condition is serious, and his suddenness is stronger." Luo Zhaoyang paused, his brows furrowed, at this moment he didn't want to care about the black-faced god, he just wanted to pull the old man away from the topic of Wang Lao, if he let this continue, then he really didn't know how to hide Wang Lao's condition.

"The division commander here?" The old man repeated Luo Zhaoyang's words, he looked at Luo Zhaoyang's eyes and began to narrow into lines, and he began to have doubts about Luo Zhaoyang's words.

"Chief, didn't you come here to find the division commander, don't you know that he is sick?" As soon as Luo Zhaoyang finished speaking, Wang Meixin, who was standing on the side, immediately pulled Luo Zhaoyang's clothes, just because of this sentence "You are sick" has made the black-faced god furious, and now he has another thing that seems to be a good relationship with the black-faced god.

Regarding Wang Meixin's reminder, he Luo Zhaoyang did not pay attention to it, but continued: "In fact, my purpose as a doctor is to treat diseases and save people, just like you soldiers and security guards for the country, as soon as I see a patient, he can't help but say it, as his elder or comrade-in-arms, I also hope you will remind him well, don't treat it to the point of no return." ”

Luo Zhaoyang's bitter appearance made the old man nod again and again, and his serious expression made Wang Meixin secretly say in her heart: "Luo Zhaoyang, you are really good at acting." ”

"Guards. In. The old man sat down at the table, then pointed to the chair next to him, motioned for Luo Zhaoyang and Wang Meixin to sit down, and then shouted outside, his frowning brow made the smile on his face disappear, and the serious expression made people look scared.

"Chief, please!" The guard walked in, and when he found Luo Zhaoyang and Wang Meixin sitting on the chairs in front of the desk, he was a little surprised.

"Don't look at it, I asked them to sit down, you go and call your Master Bao over now, just say I'm looking for him urgently." The old man's face straightened, and every word he said at this moment was like the word engraved on the marble slab, and the words were hard.

"Master Bao is now holding an emergency meeting with the people who have come from all over the country, and he said that there is nothing to disturb him, so ......" The guard listened to the old man say this, and he began to feel embarrassed, and now he is sandwiched between these two people, and he is not going, and he is not going.

"Is this his place, and my words don't work anymore?" The old man slapped the table, and the man bounced out of the chair, and the guard's face changed in fright.

"......No, no, chief, it's just that the division commander has an explanation, and we ......," the guard said with a frown.

"Well, since I can't call him as a father, then I'll use my position to see him." The old man stood up, for his son's condition, he also knew a few days ago, although the hospital has always said that there is no big problem, but yesterday he also found that he hugged his head and shouted pain, although Luo Zhaoyang is young, but he can be used as Wang Lao's full-time doctor, he thinks that Luo Zhaoyang should not be open-mouthed, and there is no possibility of deceiving himself.

"Chief, I remember, you are Vice Minister Bao." Wang Meixin listened to the old man say this, he thought of the old man's identity from Bao Jinhua's connections, and now he finally understood why even the guards at the door were so respectful to him.

"Why do you think of me now, it seems that I don't care enough about the cadres of the army, since that's the case, then I'll go and see these cadres from afar now." The old man looked at Wang Meixin's surprised expression, and his smile returned to his face, but the smile at this moment made Wang Meixin start to be embarrassed.

And just as they turned around to walk out, Luo Zhaoyang stuck out his tongue, and then secretly said in his heart: "Minister? It's good that I didn't scold the black-faced god in front of this old man just now, otherwise ......"

"Didn't you just say that Master Bao's condition is serious? Where are you still standing, come with me to see it. Just when the old man walked out of the door and found that Luo Zhaoyang had not followed, he turned his head and said to Luo Zhaoyang, who was still sitting in the chair.

"Oh" Luo Zhaoyang came back from his thoughts, looking at the old man's expression, he began to rejoice again, although the black-faced god is a stake, but looking at the old man, he felt that this natural thing is everywhere.

In the conference room, the projector is projecting the relevant pictures of the terrorist attack case at the Qingkai City Airport onto the big projection screen, Wang Jianhui, who is responsible for reporting the incident, is giving a detailed explanation of what he has learned about the case, and when the lights are on, all the people in the conference room don't know when there are three more people behind them, and among these three people, in addition to the deputy minister Bao who is so high that they stand up, what surprises them even more is that there is also a soldier-level Luo Zhaoyang appeared in front of everyone.

"Hello Chief!" After everyone looked at each other for a second, this sentence that was heard the most in the barracks sounded in the conference room, although it was said that the terrorist attack case in the opening of the city was special, but for Minister Bao's attendance at the meeting, it was even more beyond their meaning.

"Hello comrades, you continue the meeting, I just came by the way, I will only observe, and I will not express my opinion." The old man stretched out his hand and motioned for everyone to sit down, and at this moment his eyes turned to Luo Zhaoyang's body, because he had just seen Luo Zhaoyang's most heroic side on the screen.

"Dad, this is a meeting of senior officers, a secret meeting, you bring the two of them in, don't you know the law and break the law?" Bao Jinhua looked at Luo Zhaoyang and Wang Meixin, and whispered in his father's ear.

"I know, since you don't even care about being sick now, then I can't care about it so much." The old man sat upright, he turned a deaf ear to Bao Jinhua's opinions, he just wanted to use the identity of a father to understand what disease his son had, he didn't want to be like Luo Zhaoyang said, to the point of no return.

Bao Jinhua listened to his father's words, his eyes began to turn to Luo Zhaoyang, and he suddenly felt that his father's move was entirely because of Luo Zhaoyang.