"Dean Hao, is that injured firefighter really not good?"

"Minister Qiu, we have really done our best, the power supply in the entire capital has been cut off, and most of the medical equipment equipped in our hospital is not available at all, not to mention special examinations, and even many routine examinations cannot be carried out. Many patients can only rely on our existing few veteran doctors to rely on the means of traditional Chinese medicine for diagnosis and treatment. ”

"I know it's difficult, but you also know that it's a special time, and if we hold on for another week, we'll be able to get the electricity back to where we were before. Can't even this difficulty be overcome by your hospital?"

"Minister, this is not a problem that our doctors cannot overcome, even if the electricity is unobstructed, relying on the medical means we have alone may not help. Comrade Luo suffered third-degree deep burns all over his body, with a total area of more than 85%, and he could only survive by relying on skin grafting, and his internal organs were seriously damaged and he had lost part of his function. In particular, several severely burned parts of the chest and head have been carbonized, and the laryngeal cavity and vocal cords are severely damaged, and the chance of repronunciation is very small. The lungs have suppurated, and there is an accumulation of fluid that cannot be discharged, and our drain machine cannot be used, so for the time being, we can only rely on our nurses to manually aspirate fluid through intubation, once every 20 minutes. Because of the severity of the condition and the inability to perform surgery, the patient can only be temporarily maintained by analgesics, drug treatment does not work at all, and the vital characteristics have been very low. With deep burns and damage to blood vessels, he could only rely on nutrient solution to temporarily sustain his life, and according to the estimation of experts in our hospital, Comrade Luo may have only one or two days left in his time. ”

After listening to the dean's words, a government official was silent for a long time, his eyes were slightly moist, "Comrade Luo Xian is the pride of our firefighters and a hero of the people, if he hadn't rushed into the fire and rescued more than 20 trapped children, our losses might have been even greater." ”

Everyone present was silent when they heard this, and only one soldier spoke, "Luo Xian is the son of the people, a son of the army, and what he has done is worthy of the soldiers." A soldier's duty is to defend his home and the country, and in difficult times, who will we not be up? It's just that this kid is bitter~ 20 years old is a good year, and he is leaving. ”

If it is a traffic problem, the government can solve it, although the problem of electricity has caused the car to not be able to drive, we have modified the high-stroke engine, as long as it does not involve electricity, the gasoline engine and diesel engine can be operated, some new driving tools can be put on the road, and now the major highways and roads have been controlled, and the traffic is absolutely smooth. ”

The soldier was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice, "As far as I know, Comrade Luo Xian is an orphan, when he was very young, his father abandoned his wife and son and left the country, and his mother died suddenly at home due to overwork. He was sent to a social welfare institution by well-wishers because of his young age, and it was the state and society that raised him, and finally became a glorious firefighter. ”

"No wonder..."

After listening to the words of the soldiers, many voices whispered.

"Is Luo Xian a party member?"

"Before he died, he submitted an application, but there are still many old comrades in front of him, and we have a limited number of places to join the party every year, so..."

"Since there is an application, he is a good son of the party, and I will notify him to deal with it as soon as possible. ”

At this time, a nurse ran over anxiously and said a few words beside the dean, and the dean's face suddenly changed, and he said eagerly, "Minister, I just received the news that Comrade Luo Xian is no longer good." ”

The minister and the soldier suddenly lost their color, "Let's go, let's go and give the good son of the party and the people a ride." ”

Luo Xian's eyes couldn't see anything at the moment, he couldn't feel the existence of other organs in his body, and he couldn't even feel his breathing, he only felt a white light in front of him, and some figures appeared and disappeared in the white light.

He didn't want to know who these figures were, because his mind flew back to when he was a child.

At that time, he was only two years old, and his father didn't know where he went. My mother only had two yuan on her, which she had to cut for two days to get back the cotton, and then used the money to buy some oil, salt, rice and noodles, and he and his mother relied on them to spend the New Year, and lived for another month.

I don't remember when, my mother took me back to my parents' house, it was a very long way, and I didn't have money to take a car, so my mother took her young self and walked back. Luo Xian remembered very clearly, when he came back, he told his mother that he was thirsty, and while wiping her tears, her mother took out the apple that her grandfather had stuffed for her, and bit it open to let herself suck the juice on it.

Well, they don't have the money to buy water.

Mom was busy alone, and finally got tired and couldn't get up anymore, and he was sent to a big yard with many children who had no father or mother like him. Most of them are sick or disabled and abandoned by their families, and there are very few children like him who are able-bodied and healthy.

And then?

Yes, he later took care of the children in the compound, insisted on exercising, went to school, and came to the capital as an adult to become a firefighter.

Firefighters are very hard, and they have high requirements for physical fitness, and if they don't go out on a mission, they will train for eight hours a day, and they can't be moved. Twenty pounds of impermeable combat uniforms were worn on his body, twenty pounds of firefighting tools were carried on his back, two firefighting reels were held in both hands, and a firefighting reel was held in his mouth. Each roll of fire reel weighs more than 20 catties, the whole body is counted, the weight is more than 100 catties, in the case of this weight, up and down the 28th floor for physical training, this is a challenge, but it is also a kind of respect for life, responsible for people's lives.

At eight o'clock in the morning, I have to tidy up my clothes, trot to the playground for training, and go down eight hours a day, especially on hot days, my clothes go from wet to dry, and then from dry to wet, and I have to change my physical clothes twice a day. I'm worried that the clothes can't be washed, and I have to wash them off and dry them as soon as I change them, and the five kilometers of weight are the foundation, as well as climbing the building, carrying water bags, climbing obstacles, and jumping off the building in an emergency...

Why is it so hard? Because when it comes to fighting fires, firefighters not only have to be fully equipped, but also have to fight for hours with heavy fire extinguishing equipment.

The people's lives and property are greater than the sky, and they must not be careless.

I was raised by society, and now I can be regarded as returning to society, right?

Do you regret it?

Luo Xian smiled happily, although silently.

He thought of the children he had rescued, and of an old man.

By the way, why is there an old man in the orphanage? Could it be the staff inside? If it weren't for the old man asking him to go back to his room to help him get a notebook, he wouldn't have been crushed by the collapsed beam, and the notebook would still be in his arms?

The notebook is black and looks old, but it has a strange name, called "Death Note", what is this name?

By the way, the old man also asked him to call him Master, and if he didn't call, he wouldn't go out, so he had to call him in order to coax him.

Now that I think about it, the old man is really strange, at night, when he encounters a fire, he is not panicked at all, and sits on the bed neatly dressed, as if he is waiting for himself to break down the door to save him.

Luo Xian's consciousness began to blur, and finally he couldn't hear anything.

......

After a long time, Luo Xian only heard a rumbling sound in his ears, very muffled, at first he thought it was thunder, but when a huge impact woke him up from the nightmare, when he opened his eyes, he realized that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.

In front of him, shells exploded around him, gunpowder smoke and fire rose into the sky, and the ground close to his body came from a shock-like shock, and the most important thing was the "Stuka" bomber that kept whistling in the sky...

"What's going on?!" Luo Xian's first reaction was to jump up and check the situation around him, but before he could stand up straight, he was pressed by a figure next to him and fell back to the ground.

"Get down!" It was a bearded man who knocked down Luo Xian, his face was covered with dirt at the moment, and there were still crimson blood stains in the dirt.

The bearded man suppressed Luo Xian and didn't say anything, but also yelled at him, "Boy, are you crazy?

Luo Xian's face was confused, he still remembered that he was lying on the bed of Huaxia Capital Hospital waiting for death just now, and when he woke up, he came to this strange place, a foreign bearded man shouted tongue-twisting foreign words in his mouth, and he even understood it.

Luo Xian looked around, could it be that because of the power outage in Huaxia, foreigners took the opportunity to call? He was on the battlefield? He very much hoped that all this was fake, but the continuous whistling of shells, the clamor of shrapnel cutting through the air, and the flesh and blood stumps that had just been blown up in the air not far away and were divided into several sections were clearly telling Luo Xian that all this was true.

"What the hell is going on?" Luo Xian seemed to suddenly go crazy, and the echo questioned the bearded man, and spat out a fluent foreign language.

"War!Vasily, this is war!" replied the bearded man, "the Germans are coming!"

Vasily, the war, the Germans?

Luo looked at the bearded man first, then at himself, and was surprised to find that both he and the bearded man were wearing the uniforms of the Soviet Red Army during World War II, as were the others around him.

Suddenly, another person suddenly rushed to Luo Xian's side... To be precise, he is not voluntary, nor is he a complete person.

Because his legs had been blown away by cannonballs, his whole body was covered in blood, and his eyes were full of pain and despair, but under the last will to survive, he stretched out his only two remaining fingers to Luo Xian tremblingly, and what he wanted to shout in his mouth was a mouthful of blood, his neck was crooked, and he was no longer angry.

Luo Xian is a strictly trained firefighter, has many experience in and out of the fire scene, and has seen many injured wounded and corpses, but it is the first time he has seen such a real battlefield picture, and he can't help but feel numb in his scalp, and he is frightened.

He really wanted to close his eyes, and when he opened them again, it was a dream, and he was still lying on the bed in the capital hospital waiting for Luo Xian to die.

But he didn't dare, because a cannonball would tear him to shreds in the next second, even though he knew that even if he opened his eyes, he couldn't change anything.

Luo Xian curled up in the dirt, his rickety body seemed to bury himself deep in the ground, he used all his strength to separate himself from this cruel world, and his mouth unconsciously let out a howl that he didn't even know what he meant, and merged with the sound of shelling around him.