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Fang Yan stood in front of the hospital bed, cooperated with the nurse to gradually remove the bandages on his body, and with the melodious landing of the soft cloth, a piece of white and firm new tender skin appeared in front of everyone. Sylvia blinked, her delicate and beautiful jade was a little incredulous, she stretched out her fingers and gently poked her husband's body, and the tight smoothness from her fingertips was exactly the kind of feeling she was most obsessed with in the bed.

"It's hard to believe that it only took 3 weeks for Jonas to fully recover. If it weren't you for the person living in this ward, I really couldn't resist doing a full scientific experiment on his body. Morel sighed, his words full of regret. As a doctor, Morel is eager to find out how the young man in front of him has several times the resilience of ordinary people, but the identity of the other party makes him completely unable to let go of his hands and feet to pursue the truth of medicine, and this depression and inrealization are difficult to express. Morel's lips moved, and he wanted to say something more, but two cold and sharp eyes suddenly shot in front of him, which made him completely shut his mouth.

Sylvia snorted, and the fierce light in her emerald star eyes instantly rippled and dissipated like water waves. She re-revealed her innocent and sweet smile, her eyes gently put on Fang Yan's clothes, and she wandered between her hands, revealing that she was full of love for her husband. Fang Yan smiled and touched his wife's long silky hair, and turned his head to look at Morel next to him: "Doctor Morel, thank you very much for taking care of me for so many days. Can I be discharged from the hospital now? ”

Morel smiled bitterly: "If I don't let you out of the hospital again, your wife will let me lie in the hospital forever." He paused, and said to Fang Yan again: "In addition, the Führer hopes that you can visit him at the Prime Minister's Office after you have recovered. The Führer has always been concerned about your physical condition, and he will only be reassured if you stand in front of him. ”

Fang Yan said solemnly: "I was originally going to meet the head of state at the first time to express my most sincere gratitude in my heart. My life was saved by the Führer, and I will always remember this most fundamental kindness. ”

After completing the relevant procedures, Fang Yan walked out of the hospital gate in the bright morning light. The wind and sun in front of her were beautiful, the green pines were green, and Sylvia, dressed in light purple, hummed a cheerful and light music, smiling like a butterfly wearing flowers, and dancing around Fang Yan. Seeing this scene, Fang Yan's heart swelled up with a long-lost tenderness, and he suddenly opened his arms, smiling and taking the jade man in front of him into his chest. Sylvia's coquettish cry only lasted for a moment, and her wet and pink cherry lips were sealed by Fang Yan, and her whole body became lazy and weak, leaning softly into Fang Yan's arm and letting him beg for it.

The dexterous and smooth fragrant tongue was still so delicate and sweet, and the crisp fragrance that was wrapped in the inhalation left Fang Yan's lips and teeth with a fragrant breath, but Fang Yan's emotions suddenly burst in this deep kiss, and tears flowed out uncontrollably for the first time. It turned out that just a little bit, I was going to say goodbye to the love in my arms forever, and I could no longer feel her voice, her laughter, her body, and her breath. There had never been a moment when Fang Yan felt that everything he had was so precious, and he tightly wrapped around his wife's slender and soft waist, as if as long as he let go a little, the woman in his arms would be withdrawn and leave this world forever.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Yan finally calmed down. Sylvia gently wiped away the tears on Fang Yan's face with her thin fingers, and her bright starry eyes were full of tenderness. She caressed Fang Yan's handsome and elegant face, and said softly, "Dear, are you okay?" Let's go home, little Alice has been clamoring for her father for more than ten days. ”

"Hmm." Fang Yan nodded heavily, and his usual smile returned to his face. He let go of Sylvia in his arms and said with happiness and gratitude, "Thank you, Sivi. Meeting you is the most beautiful luck in my life. ”

After returning home to rest and settle down for a while, Fang Yan immediately made a request to Hitler's personal attendant Heinz Ringer on the phone to meet the Führer. The latter immediately readily agreed, and offered Fang Yan an invitation to dinner at the Chancellery's office tonight, apparently on Hitler's orders. At 7:50 p.m., Fang Yan appeared in front of the gate of the Chancellery on time, and the SS soldiers on both sides of the escort had already recognized Fang Yan, a regular customer, and after a brief greeting, Fang Yan was directly introduced into the dining room below the Führer's living room.

Contrary to what the vast majority of Germans imagine, having dinner with the Führer was not something that would be a good thing for the top brass of the German party, government and military. Hitler focused on a very small number of formal dinners to which he personally invited guests, and in the vast majority of cases, a meal in the Chancellery was nothing more than a daily routine.

This can be explained from the person who was standing beside Fang Yan and waiting for dinner with him at this moment. Hoffmann, Hitler's personal photographer (not the captain of the Navy's aircraft carrier Zeppelin), Thor, the chauffeur, Morrell, the doctor, and even a mechanic who maintained his Mercedes-770K. Seeing Fang Yan appear, Hoffman was full of surprise, and it wasn't until Morel explained that Hoffman withdrew the strange look he threw at Fang Yan.

Due to the long stay up late caused by heavy state affairs, Hitler's life time was obviously later than ordinary people, and Fang Yan waited in the dining room for nearly 20 minutes before seeing the target walking down the stairs from the second floor holding on to the guardrail. Bowman, who had short legs and a round face, followed Hitler like a shadow, followed by Ringer, the aide-de-camp. Hitler greeted Fang Yan with a smile, his demeanor and words were not at all like the supreme ruler of this empire, he beckoned everyone to sit down around the round table, and soon the butler Carnengburg led the waiters to start serving the meal one after another.

Although it was not the first time that Fang Yan had dined with Hitler, the food placed in front of him still made Fang Yan feel slightly trembling. Two bacon sausages, a small plate of fresh vegetables, and cheap jam next to a sliced bread basket for a simple seasoning for guests. With a pot of potato soup in the middle of the table, it's a common meal for all, and if you don't want a hot soup, there's only mineral water, a regular Berlin bottled beer or a glass of wine.

Fang Yan moved his gaze without a trace, and sure enough, he saw that there was no trace of sausages on the plate in front of Hitler. Hitler, who adhered to vegetarianism, was already insulated from meat, and at the same time, he did not smoke and alcohol, and the drink he drank was also a large bottle of Fahinger mineral water that could be bought for 3 fennig. After eating a meal, Hitler didn't spend as much as the lowest apprentice workers, who at least had regular access to meat, and beer was a daily routine!

Fang Yan's heart was surging, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time like the tide of the sea. In another world that he knew, the English-speaking world, which was dominated by Jewish capital, and the Red Soviet Union, which ruled terror even more than the Nazis, both carried out a frenzied whipping of Hitler after the war: from the mental, personal, conscious, and even physiological point of view, all kinds of smear and demeaning methods can be described as extreme. And those who don't belong to the two camps have also accepted this premise in this day-to-day experience. The vilification and denial of Hitler became the basic criterion of political correctness, and its dominance was so deeply rooted that it could overpower even the faintest suspicion in an instant.

However, there are a few realms that even the most hated enemies cannot attack. Hitler's frugal and austere life, and his lack of use of power for personal pleasure, made his enemies so ashamed that they could not do anything about it, and they could only maintain the law of good and evil that they had created by trying to dilute this propaganda. Fang Yan couldn't help but wonder, how many historical facts were buried in the political correctness that was essentially the same Nazi white terror? And how much deliberately guided lies and deception are contained in the so-called truth?

At this shabby table, the content of the conversation is also insignificant. Hitler was fond of listening to Bauman talk about drama and was interested in various scandals, drivers and mechanics discussing vehicles, and Hoffmann interjecting anecdotes from Munich photography and his collection of oil paintings. And Hitler himself was never short of topics, and the ups and downs of his early years were said to have only gotten better for a week. Among the people, Fang Yan has become the most silent one, perhaps in recent years, Fang Yan has rarely spent a long time with Hitler as an ordinary friend, and always subconsciously remembers that he is the imperial master who is in charge of Tianxian.

After about 20 minutes, the small food on the table was swept away. What comforted Fang Yan slightly was that the chefs of the Prime Minister's Office were top-notch, and although the ingredients were shabby, the dishes that were finally served on the table were quite delicious. Hitler stood up, wiped his mouth, and invited Fang Yan to return to the study with him, and Baumann, who was next to him, glanced at the young guest who was 8 years younger than him and had 8 times better appearance, and then silently moved out of the way to the stairs leading upstairs.

"Jonas, I am very relieved to see you standing in front of me in your heal." In the large and empty room, Hitler gradually regained some of the calm majesty of a leader, but his expression remained gentle and friendly, which made the people who were received feel a sense of excitement that the Führer valued and trusted. Fang Yan did not slack off, and immediately expressed to Hitler his strong gratitude for sending a doctor to rescue him. This time, Fang Yan's emotions were completely from the heart, and there was no longer the slightest hint of emptiness and wrongdoing.

Hitler waved his hand and said with a smile: "You are Germany's best talent in air and sea warfare, and you are my friend for so many years, how can I not do my best to save your life?" It is enough to have a Nelsonian character, and the most important ending for a hero is to live to receive glory and cheers! This time, I want to congratulate you in advance. For your exploits in the Norwegian Naval Campaign, promotions and medals are guaranteed to be in your pocket! ”