Finally, it was eleven o'clock.

A bloodied young man came out of it holding his chest, and as soon as he came out of the fog, he collapsed, and the big mouth on his chest gurgled out with blood.

Luo Xiong hurriedly stepped forward to support him, took out a few bottles from his chest, and fed them in.

The young man who came out pinched a pink letterhead with one hand, held it weakly, and looked at Zhou Mo: "Give it to Xu Han from the University of Saskatchewan Province, the Department of Medicine, you, you know." ”

The boy fell, his eyes wide. He said weakly: "Martial Dao, Martial Dao, it's so difficult!"

"Hehe, hehe...... I don't regret it, I won't regret it, I will never regret it. Hehe...... Hehe......" seemed to cry and laugh, and his voice was quite sad.

In the hills, the light wind blows, although the wind is light, but it can always take away this heavy sound, scatter, bring it to nothing, and pass away.

"Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen!" Luo Xiong hurriedly stepped forward and shook his head: "Are you okay?" You'll be fine. As he spoke, he got up and put Jiang Chen on his shoulders and prepared to run out.

Jiang Chen shook his hand and said, "Luo, Luo Xiong, brother......! Strength. You want...... You want to ......" Jiang Chen's voice didn't continue.

"Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen!" Luo Xiong shouted loudly.

Luo Xiong and Jiang Chen are alumni, and they are also from the martial arts club.

Xu Han said at this time: "Captain, put him down, he is not dead yet." If you shake it twice, it is estimated that he will really die. ”

"You put it down, I'll take a look at ......"

The military doctors who followed behind Milin were about to step forward to help, but they were stopped by Milin raising his hand, and the military doctors looked confused. "If he can't save anyone," Millin explained, "you don't have to bother. ”

Several of the military salutes looked at each other, but these words came from Mirin's mouth, and they could only look at each other twice, and then retreated.

A military doctor is also a soldier, and his first vocation is obedience.

Mi Lin didn't explain too much, his son's illness was not seen during the physical examination, and it was not seen in the Second People's Hospital of Saskatchewan Province, but it was seen by Xu Han at a glance, so Xu Han naturally has his own ability.

Now as soon as Jiang Chen came out, Xu Han did not hand him over to the military doctor, but went up to do it himself, which is enough to show that Xu Han has a certain certainty.

......

Twenty minutes later, Xu Han wiped his hands and said, "It's almost over, Captain Jiang's life has been saved for the time being." Jiang Chen didn't die before, but fainted because of excessive blood loss, he treated the wound, and then breathed smoothly again, as long as he was saved in time, nothing would go wrong.

Luo Xionglian said: "Xu Han, thank you." ”

At this time, the military doctors hurriedly stepped forward, took a serious look at the wound, and then the leader said to Xu Han: "I have been taught!" Xu Han's way of dealing with the wound was obviously more professional than theirs, and even some of the methods of tying gauze were something they had never thought of before.

Xu Han waved his hand, didn't speak, and didn't know how to reply.

Turning back to Xu Han and the others, he said, "Everyone, be careful!"

"Salute!~" Mi Lin first raised his hand by himself, his eyes were solemn, and he was seeing off Xu Han and the others.

The extraterritorial battlefield, since it has the name of the battlefield, is the place of life and death, where Xu Han and others fought for human beings. Otherwise, if a demon escapes, it will be the world.

The extraterritorial battlefield in the mist, above the age of twenty, if you enter it, you will die, and no one can do anything.

Generations, decades, have been passed down in this way.

The extraterritorial battlefield has another name, called the Land of Buried Bones.

Ten people in one place in five days is more than 1,700 people a year, and more than 100 people in more than 100 places are more than 100,000 people a year.

This has been the case for decades.

The land of bones, the tomb of heroes, is worthy of anyone's salute.

The group carried the stretcher and immediately carried Luo Xiong over, and left in a hurry......

Jiang Chen left, and no one dared to pick up the pink letterhead on the ground.

Jiang Chen said in person, this letterhead was left for Xu Han, and it happened that Xu Han was there, if he didn't pick it up, who would dare to pick it up first? Although Zhou Mo was a little moved and wanted to see the contents inside, he was scared by Xu Han before.

Xu Han packed his hands before slowly looking over, the pink letterhead was folded into a paper crane, and there was a lot of bright red blood wrapped on the outside.

The hand opened with some trembling, and rows of juanxiu handwriting appeared.

"It's a pity that I haven't practiced for a thousand years, and I can't even pay it back for three years. ”

"No matter how big the Leifeng Pagoda is, no matter how many monks there are, at least, the water will overflow the Golden Mountain. ”

"It's a pity that you lack a word for Xu Xian, and I lack a thousand years to be a white lady. ”

"September 1, 88 in the new calendar. ”

On September 1, these four words stabbed Xu Han's eyes a little painfully, and his hands trembled a little. Boom, my mind went blank, and it seemed that, in an instant, all the memory floodgates were opened.

It was an afternoon, an afternoon after October.

Poetry meeting of the Literary Society.

Everyone knew that he and she were both from the medical department, and they all knew that they were very close.

Everyone pushed Xu Han forward: "Read, read quickly, I'm very curious about the poems you wrote." ”

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm curious about the poems you write from the medical department? No, you're a corpse, I'm the corpse keeper, right?"

"Haha!"

"Don't make fun of Xu Han, your hobby of literature has nothing to do with your major. Xu Han, read it out loud, all of us are still on the way to learn. ”

At that time, she looked at it with a slight narrowing of eyes and a smile, and could see that it was encouraging.

Xu Han was a little trembling, half of his body was pushed diagonally into the middle of the crowd, and then took out a square stack of white paper from his pocket, the white paper was not wrinkled, and it was well cared for.

"Bang bang bang!"

Applause erupted.

Xu Han read it.

The poem goes like this.

"Thankfully, there wasn't a broken bridge, which added a word to me. ”

"Otherwise, I won't go to West Lake and get an umbrella. ”

"Luckily, there wasn't a boatman to rock me a boat on a rainy day. ”

"Otherwise, I won't go to West Lake and carry a bookbag. ”

"Fortunately, there is not a single Leifeng Pagoda or a monk. ”

"You don't have to flood the gold mountain. ”

"Fortunately, it was a glance back, and the crowd didn't block their view. ”

"Fortunately, it was a sunset, and the scorching sun didn't melt the iceberg. ”

"Fortunately, it was a morning run, and the night didn't hide you. ”

"It doesn't take a thousand years, there is no gratitude. ”

"It doesn't take five hundred years, there is no rubbing. ”

"I want to be a bridge for a hundred years. ”

After reading the poem, the noise unique to adolescence was everywhere: "Mmmmmm ”

"Wow, confession, confession! I'm a little moved. ”

"Go up, promise him, promise him, such a good poem! ”

Someone pushed Murong Ning, and she also walked up a little shyly.

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