"It's past nine o'clock in the evening.

Outside the Xing'an Bridge, in the compound of the Fifth Army Hospital of the Kwantung Army, there were officers and soldiers of the guard regiment of the Praetorian Patrol Brigade, all of whom were heavily armed and heavily guarded.

Wang Zhiyou wore a tweed coat and paced back and forth in the courtyard.

At this time, Naranti was the director of the Military Garrison Department, and Wang Zhiyou was also the director of the General Staff Department and the director of the Communications Department of the Ministry of Military Affairs, and the two became Yu Zhishan's right-hand men. At this time, Nalan Songhan had not yet arrived, Wang Zhiyou accompanied Yu Zhishan to Tonghua to inspect before coming back, and was assassinated halfway, but fortunately his shoulder was slightly bandaged by a bullet abrasion, but he knew that Lao Yu must not make a mistake, otherwise he would have to draw water in a bamboo basket.

At this time, Luo Shuangchen's car drove into the compound.

Wang Zhiyou ran to the car and greeted him.

"Lisan, what's going on?" Luo Weixian asked eagerly.

"Ahhh Wang Zhiyou said anxiously.

"I'll go see what's going on." Luo Weixian looked at Luo Shuangchen and hurriedly entered the ward building.

When I came to the door of the operating room on the second floor, the corridor was full of guards. Wang Zhiyou separated the crowd, and a major officer came up and whispered two words in his ear.

"Listen to orders! Arrange for people to be on heightened vigilance. There aren't so many people here, so I've surrounded all sides of this building. Go ahead! ”

"Yes!" The major withdrew with some guards.

Xiao Zilan, the secretary of Yu Zhishan, was still standing at the door, twisting her petite waist and looking impatient, "Director Lisan, that Dean Zhu Yunpeng has been in for two hours, and there is no movement, so if you don't get hit, you will transfer people from other hospitals!" Lao Yu's life must be saved. ”

"Don't worry, Secretary Xiao. Looking at Xinjing, no one else can surpass him in surgical skills except Lao Zhu. Wang Zhiyou explained.

At this time, the door of the operating room opened, and a female nurse flashed out and said to Xiao Zilan: "Miss Xiao, President Yu said that he only wanted to see one person. ”

"What about his injuries? Who do you want to meet? Hurry up—" Xiao Zilan and Wang Zhiyou asked in unison.

"I wish the dean is rescuing, and the situation is not easy to say. Don't worry, he insisted on not letting him hit **, he had to see Lu Li from the Police Department go in. "The little nurse is very calm.

"I'm here." Luo Shuangchen squeezed to the front.

Xiao Zilan looked at Luo Shuangchen with strange eyes, "What else do you say?" If you don't see anyone, I'll see you! Still not in yet? ”

Luo Shuangchen is a little like falling into the clouds, it's hard to say whether this old thing is alive or dead, why do you have to see me? He couldn't think too much about it, so the little nurse put on a white coat and pulled him into the operating room.

At this time, Xiao Zilan, Wang Zhiyou, and Luo Weixian, who were standing outside the door, all looked at Luo Shuangchen's back who flashed into the operating room with envy and jealousy.

Zhu Yunpeng, who was wearing a mask, was operating on Yu Zhishan, who was lying on the operating table with the assistance of his assistant, and his voice was still so tricky, "Don't be like a girl, Deputy Director Lu, get closer, you talk to Chief Yu to distract him." ”

At this time, Yu Zhishan was angry, and greeted in a low voice: "Hansheng-you are here?" ”

"Ah...... I'm coming...... Chief Yu ......, "Luo Shuangchen stepped forward and grabbed the side of the stage, and Yu Zhishan exposed his right hand.

Yu Zhishan seemed to be cured, and the big hand that had been cocooned by the gun and exposed green tendons on the back of his hand tightly held Luo Shuangchen's hand, "Hansheng, I'm ...... at this time It's a fate...... Line...... I have a lot to say...... I want to say ...... to you But I really want to touch that plum blossom birthmark on your chest......"

"Okay......" Luo Shuangchen was even more confused, why did this old guy touch the birthmark on my chest? But he still didn't refuse, unbuttoned his white coat and his uniform and shirt, lowered his body, and let Yu Zhishan's fingers rub his plum blossom birthmark back and forth on his chest......

At this time, Luo Shuangchen couldn't stop crying for some reason......

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