Wang Yanbing finally adjusted his mentality this time, and he nodded firmly.

He said, "Okay, don't worry, I'll survive."

Jiang Fan only then thought that the little soldier on the bed next door had never seen it since he came today.

He asked, "What about the little soldier?" Why didn't anyone see it in the morning?"

Suddenly, Li Erniu mysteriously came over and said, "Company commander, you are amazing!"

Jiang Fan raised his eyebrows and instantly understood.

It seems that the result of the little soldier's examination is indeed a heart problem.

Li Erniu: "He went for a check-up yesterday and said that there was a problem with the heart, but the instrument was not very detailed, so he made an appointment to use another instrument this morning to check it in detail."

"That little soldier didn't sleep well all night, he and Yan Bing, they both turned over opposite each other."

"I was on the ground with the morning light, and I listened to their long sighs, and that was like a ghost."

Wang Yanbing finally raised his interest at this time, and he also had the strength to refute.

"Erniu, don't talk nonsense, you grandson. You're like a ghost, and the snoring in the middle of the night is like a symphony."

He Chenguang shook his head helplessly and smiled.

He and Jiang Fan glanced at each other, both helpless, but it made people feel a sense of satisfaction in their hearts.

With your best friend and closest company commander, the atmosphere between you is still the same as in the past, isn't this a kind of happiness?

After a while.

The ward door opened again.

The little soldier pushed the door in, and he stood in the doorway, his eyes empty.

Jiang Fan asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The little soldier suddenly began to cry loudly.

He stumbled over to Jiang Fan, grabbed Jiang Fan's cuffs, and cried and said, "It's over, I'm done."

Jiang Fan asked, "Don't panic first, what is the situation?" You and I have a good talk."

The little soldier's eyes were already small, and he was crying like beans soaked in a bowl.

"The doctor told me the result just now, I am a heart valve, which can be cured, but it is estimated that I will not be able to exercise vigorously in the future."

"I've only been in the army for less than half a year, and I still thought that I would have the opportunity to be a special soldier in the future, but now it's okay, let alone a special forces, whether I can survive or not is a question."

"Why am I so miserable, obviously I wanted to be a soldier since I was a child, but I have been suffering from all kinds of problems since I was a child, as if God doesn't want me to be a soldier."

Jiang Fan said: "Don't think about it, as long as you are a soldier, there is a possibility of recovery, you know your body, and sometimes you have to learn to adapt to the changes in your body."

The little soldier clutched Jiang Fan's arm tightly, as if grasping the last straw.

He looked at Jiang Fan expectantly: "I know, you have a way to treat your comrades-in-arms, can you help me find a way?"

Jiang Fan shook his head helplessly: "I'm not a Da Luo Immortal, I can't help you."

But the little soldier looked at him unwillingly: "How come? Didn't you see at a sight yesterday that something was wrong with me? You're a doctor, right? Are you a medic?"

Jiang Fan felt that this little soldier had gone to the hospital in a complete hurry.

He said, "Comrade Xiao, I'm sorry, I can see that your problem is based on your physical performance, and there is a theory in Chinese medicine that the appearance and the inside are contrasted."

"When you have a problem on the inside, it shows on the outside. In ancient times, Chinese medicine used to treat diseases by looking, smelling, asking, and cutting, and this is also the principle."

"And I'm not a doctor, I'm just a soldier."

The little soldier's arms hung limply, and he looked at the floor in despair.

Unexpectedly, his military career was really going to end here.

He was unwilling, he had myopia eye surgery, and he had taken medicine and health products for more than a year, but why did everything backfire.

The loss of the little soldier made He Chenguang and the others stop talking.

A few people were just silently thinking about their own thoughts.

Subsequently, Jiang Fan went to the director's office with an intelligent prosthetic.

The director had just finished an operation, and he was tired and rested on the table for a while.

Jiang Fan quietly entered the house and did not disturb him.

The director took a nap for less than ten minutes, and his mobile phone suddenly vibrated twice.

He instantly came to his senses and bounced off the table.

He put on his glasses in a panic, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and replied to the patient's family's inquiries.

It wasn't until it was processed that I breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he notice that there was a person sitting in front of him.

"Jiang Fan, when did you come?"

Jiang Fan smiled and handed him the small box: "This is the intelligent prosthetic leg I brought, you can take a look."

The director originally thought that Jiang Fan would find a replacement material similar to what is often used in hospitals now.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Fan directly chose a metal, which made him a little worried.

"Jiang Fan, do you know that metals are very risky? It is very likely to cause secondary damage to the patient in the body."

Jiang Fan nodded: "Don't worry, this is what I have investigated and tested, and this is absolutely fine."

The director also strictly compared this with Wang Yanbing's skeleton.

He found that the shape of the two bones was the same, and it seemed that Jiang Fan had indeed put in a lot of effort.

From a surgical point of view, this intelligent prosthesis can be operated on.

But from the doctor's professional point of view, he still feels that the danger is relatively high.

Doubtful.

But Jiang Fan's attitude was very resolute and insisted that he take the final responsibility.

The director no longer demanded anything, but told Jiang Fan about the operation.

"Don't get involved, even though I know you're very capable of surgery, don't get involved in my surgery."

It's a knock, but it's also a warning.

Jiang Fan nodded: "Don't worry, I understand."

Thinking of having to personally participate in Wang Yanbing's surgery tonight, Jiang Fan's mood was also complicated.

Deng Changxin also called and asked Jiang Fan how he was doing.

Jiang Fan told him that Wang Yanbing was going to have surgery tonight and was busy making preoperative preparations.

Until the evening, Jiang Fan went out to answer a few phone calls.

When he came back, he found that Wang Yanbing's face was pale.

Jiang Fan asked, "Yan Bing, are you nervous now?"

Wang Yanbing nodded: "Can you not be nervous? Give me a full picture of my legs, and then my body will not be complete."

Jiang Fan smiled: "It's okay, I'm quite optimistic now, not bad."

Jiang Fan beckoned He Chenguang and Li Erniu to stand on either side of Wang Yanbing.

Holding his mobile phone, he said, "Smile, the soldiers are all smiling, you two don't have a straight face, more expressions."

"Come to think of it, Yan Bing is about to recover his health, this is a new life! What a good thing, isn't it worth rejoicing?"

Hear the words.

He Chenguang and Li Erniu finally laughed, this time from the heart.

Jiang Fan looked at the photo on his phone with satisfaction: "That's right."