The target location is on the second floor of the infirmary, in the ward near the staircase.

Just listen to the sound and you can find it.

Because of that little brother in Chuanyin, he spoke in a hurry, and the dialect kept coming. What "Ge Laocheng" and "Turtle Son" sound quite interesting.

"Team Gu, you can be regarded as coming, they bully people."

The door opened, and the one sitting in the hospital bed began to complain.

"Zhao Liang, you have to touch your conscience when you speak, you have been shouting all the time, and we can't even interject. You guys, where do we dare to move? The middle-aged male military doctor in a white coat next to him complained bitterly.

"It's good to know, you can go." Gu Yu spoke without mercy.

"What?" The male military doctor was depressed:

"Zhao Liang is a mallet, he doesn't understand the reason, forget it, why don't you follow him to mess around.

His leg was injured by the explosion, how can he do it without a prosthetic? You should persuade him well. ”

"Brother, I don't pretend to be prosthetic, I shouldn't be disabled." Zhao Liang's tears were about to flow out.

"Okay, Dr. Liu, you go out first. I slowly persuaded him. Gu Yu spoke.

The military doctor opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he met Gu Yu's cold eyes, he could only shake his head and go out with the medicine box.

"Li Yihu, Hu Teng, you go to the door and guard, no one is allowed to come in, this is a military order."

"Yes!"

Originally, the two soldiers in camouflage uniforms who were accompanying Zhao Liang gave Gu Yu a military salute, turned around and left.

The troops are good, and they pay attention to obeying orders.

"Team Gu, I know that my leg is not cured, can I only retire from the army and go home to farm?

I'm not reconciled, I can't bear you, it took me three years to train three times more than others every day to enter the Chinese Eagles.

My old Khan (father), my mother, and my mother-in-law (grandmother) are all proud of me. I don't want to just go home. ”

When everyone left, Zhao Liang began to cry to Gu Yu with a handful of snot and tears.

Zhao Liang looks younger, estimated to be one or two years older than Lu Xiaoxi, with a baby face and a very slippery mouth. Like a child who doesn't grow up.

He was now crying in half a dialect, and his eyes were red, which made people feel compassionate.

It's a pity that this trick is useless to Gu Yu.

Gu Yu only said one sentence:

"Shut up now, it's a military order."

"Yes!"

Zhao Liang gave a military salute, and sure enough, he shut up obediently, but he kept making strange expressions on his face, which looked particularly funny.

Gu Yu pretended not to see it, and just asked Lu Xiaoxi:

"How? How sure are you? ”

Lu Xiaoxi touched Zhao Liang's leg and gave a conservative answer: "Seventy." ”

I thought about it.

She changed her words again: "Eighty percent! ”

"Okay, you can try. If it can't be cured, it's also his life. ”

Lu Xiaoxi nodded and smiled at Zhao Liang very gently:

"I'm going to give you a needle later, it may hurt a little, you have to endure it, if you really hurt, you can call it out, don't move your legs."

"Rest assured. He could bear the pain, and I'm sure he wouldn't cry out. Gu Yu answered for him.

Lu Xiaoxi glanced at Gu Yu, how could this person be so ruthless to his subordinates, even if a soldier is a human being, it will hurt.

Lu Xiaoxi took a deep breath, adjusted her state first, and tried not to look at Zhao Liang's funny face full of expression, nor to think about Gu Yu's coldness.

She only cares about the needle in her own hand.

Lu Xiaoxi, who is concentrating on the state of needle pricking, has an indescribable charm.