Despite the heavy fog, a gray-blue military rescue plane flew through the blockade line in the face of layers of dangerous fog, and finally made an emergency landing on the spacious roof of the G Country F Hospital. Two emergency surgeons and several nurses, assisted by United Nations troops stationed on the ground, immediately evacuated a casualty from a rescue aircraft and rushed him to the operating room. Everything was ready in the operating room, and a thoracotomy was immediately performed on the wounded, and more than a dozen split bullets were removed from the chest cavity. After the operation, the patient was sent to the ICU intensive care unit. Although the operation was timely, the seriously injured patient was not completely out of danger.

After walking out of the operating room, Dr. Mike, the surgeon, said to the three accompanying United Nations soldiers who had been waiting outside for a long time: "The operation was basically successful, and the next step is to break through two levels, the first level is to see if she can survive the dangerous period and fight infection, and the second level is more critical, the scattered bullet in the chest of the wounded has a strong lethality, unfortunately affecting the saddle E point of the brain nerve center, thus causing a saddle tropic deep coma." Up to now, the medical means and methods in this area are still relatively limited, but the spiritual cure rate is indeed precedent, so it is mainly up to you to talk to her more, communicate with her more, and try to gradually awaken her. ”

"Thank you! Thank you!······" The three soldiers were incoherent with joy.

After seeing off Dr. Mack, the three of them hugged each other tightly, glad that the operation was successful, one of them couldn't help but cry with joy, he was none other than Amanda, who had been with me for three years and loved each other, and the other two were also my good comrades-in-arms, one was Fang Xu, a Chinese soldier who was sent to the United Nations peacekeeping force with me, and the other was Baburu, an African-American soldier.

Of course, my name is Xu Meng, 28 years old, and it has been three years and two months since I was sent to serve in the United Nations peacekeeping force as a military doctor.

In order to supervise the implementation of the cease-fire agreement, the United Nations dispatched troops to impose military control due to the serious riots in the northern part of country G, which led to the intensification of contradictions between the two factions in country G, the worsening internal strife, and the imminent outbreak of civil war. We are the soldiers of this sending force.

At 7 o'clock this morning, we went out for a routine medical examination under the escort of the fifth team of the peacekeeping force, and suddenly encountered a fierce battle on Hamil Street, although we narrowly won in the end, but we suffered heavy losses, two comrades were killed, and I was shot in the chest for covering my comrades.

Although I was rescued by the hospital and survived the dangerous period safely, it was a great blessing to save my life, but several days have passed, and I have not woken up from the deep coma.

Amanda watched over me every day, telling me this and that, and my comrades-in-arms also took turns visiting me, telling me a little joke from time to time, but I didn't react at all. They waited anxiously and waited anxiously, while I slept quietly in my hospital bed, roaming in supernatural dreams.