A helicopter hovers in the sky.
"It's the Refuser's helicopter. Yes, I borrowed it temporarily, so I arrived late and didn't catch it for a fight. Now I'm borrowing their frequency band. I want to say a few words to you... It's okay. Everyone is worried. Thank you for your hard work. …We won’t land and go back directly, in case there is a mission.”
"Liu Shiheng and the others turned back after contacting me. I'll probably come to the medical station to find you... Well, you guys can stay for a few more days. The people at the merchant are quite honest at the station, so don't worry...don't worry about anything. It’s okay, you all should take a good check-up and recuperate.”
"By the way, if the leader above wants to talk to you, remember to mention our team a few more times."
"Haha, I have to think about the color of the eraser first... Why, I'm a little carried away, right? I'm so proud, it's my turn to be proud. I, Lao Jian, have never been as prosperous as today in half my life. The whole group is probably very lively. .”
"In short, good Qingzi, good Wu Shi, good Wen Jifei..."
Lao Jian's laughter was hearty and full of energy. After talking for a long time, she was finally willing to let go of the phone.
Because it was a temporarily borrowed frequency band, Xiu Mei, Mira and He Tangtang only had time to say hello in a hurry. The three of them were so angry that they were smoking... The call was interrupted and the helicopter flew away.
"Are they Xi Mei and Team Labor?" Wen Jifei raised his head and walked from behind a group of doctors, nurses and wounded people. He almost got garlic mixed with his feet, but his face was so happy that he sat down and walked directly to the grass. Holding his head with both hands, raising his feet and looking at the moon... he looked so proud.
"What are you happy about?" Han Qingyu couldn't help but ask.
"They are saying that Wen Jifei can't beat Wen Jifei with one sword, hahahahaha." Wen Jifei burst into laughter, laughing loudly and without recalling the embarrassment and helplessness he had felt at that time.
"You know? As long as I don't make another move... I will be a master who is far different from you two from now on. With this impression, the more powerful you two are in the future, the more powerful others will think I am."
Wen Jifei turned over, looked up at Han Qingyu and said, "So you two have to work hard. As for me... for the sake of my reputation in this life, I have already made up my mind that I will never make another move."
Han Qingyu and Wu Shi looked at each other helplessly and said to themselves that if there is a fight in the future, the other party will directly send experts to deal with you...
"By the way, I gave my sword a name, do you want to hear it?" Wen Jifei has this specialty. He was the one who named Han Qingyu's Rusty Girl Whirlpool Slash, but it was later tampered with by Golden Shao Xuan and turned into Rusty Girl. Pear vortex cut.
"I won't listen." Han Qingyu said.
"Shocking God's sword." Wen Jifei insisted, and then asked: "How is it?"
Han Qingyu thought for a while and said, "It's not very good. I think it's better to call it a nerve knife."
Wen Jifei thought for a while and said, "That's okay." Gu Zi smiled for a while and then said, "Then do you want me to give you a name for your moves tonight?"
"No." "No." Han Qingyu and Wu Shi said in unison.
"Go ahead." Wen Jifei said persistently: "As for Wu Shi, how about you hit the crowd with a gun and kill him, and then call him... an arrow from the sky, or retreat when you see him?"
Wu Shi glanced at him and shook his head firmly.
"Then it's settled, just call anyone." After Wen Jifei finished speaking, he looked at Han Qingyu, "Qingzi, that last moment..."
"What happened to Qingzi at the end?" A voice came from the side, showing worry.
A row of new stretchers was put down next to it. At this time, because the medical station only has area B available, unless the injured are particularly serious, after the treatment is completed, they will be temporarily placed here, waiting for dawn and the safety investigation to be completed.
The speaker was Ran Qiuling. Her left leg had been put in a cast again and she was trying to sit up a little.
Looking to the side, Xiaoli and others also completed wound treatment in the same batch and were sent over.
Han Qingyu hurriedly stepped forward to help Ran Qiuling get up and lean against her. He took a quilt and a pillow to cushion her, and said, "We have nothing to do to chat."
"Are you really okay?" Ran Qiuling reached out and touched the blood scab on his face, then looked at him, worried and distressed.
In fact, there is some pain in the body, but due to the strengthening of the body, the feeling is not very strong for the time being. Han Qing shook his head and smiled and said: "It's okay."
Xiaoli on the side was still wiping tears. Her wound still hurt. After she was out of danger, she no longer needed to be strong, so she became very delicate.
"Coax you to go." Hearing Qingzi say it was okay, and seeing that it was indeed okay, Ran Qiuling was relieved after being surprised, and immediately gave serious instructions: "For the doctors and nurses at the 101 Medical Station tonight, the psychological trauma is probably In fact, they are quite big... Weilan's medical station has always been considered safe. They have never experienced this. Even after they are strong, they actually have shadows."
Han Qingyu nodded, "Yes."
"Then why don't you go and coax them? Everyone in sight is coaxing them. The most suitable person to comfort and encourage them now is you, because the scene of that battle will always remain in their minds. When you show up, it will It can make them feel safe and at ease, you know?" Ran Qiuling said again, tilting her head with a smile.
The elder sister said this. On the one hand, it was true. In the eyes of doctors and nurses, Han Qingyu was indeed the most reassuring person for them. On the other hand, the older sister still had some skills left. Finally, she tried to help her younger brother find some sparks. mean.
But this was not within the scope of Han Qingyu's skills. He obeyed, walked to Xiaoli and several other injured doctors and nurses, stood and thought for a long time, then turned around and asked: "How to coax?"
Ran Qiuling: "..." Does she want me to give up?
Fortunately, Xiao Li was lively and took the initiative to say, "I want to eat a small sour pear."
This is easy to do. The place where Xiaoli and others took Han Qingyu and others to pick sour pears was not far away. With Han Qingyu's speed, he could basically go back as soon as he went.
"Okay, then you wait for me for a while." Looking back, Han Qingyu called Wu Shi. Since he wants to pick it off, he should pick more. There are so many wounded people, and one is always needed for each person. Maybe it is sour and sweet, and the wound It might hurt less.
He didn't call Wen Jifei, fearing that he wouldn't be able to keep up and would fall to death on the road.
"Let's pick some flowers by the way. There are many mountain flowers in spring, so pick more." The two of them took a few steps forward, and Ran Qiuling was behind them, as if she suddenly remembered to say it.
Han Qingyu suddenly turned around. This was not the first time he had done this sending flowers, but the effect last time didn't seem to be very good... But his sister had a destiny, and what she said seemed to make sense. After thinking about it, he had no choice but to nod. Han Qingyu also has feelings for the 101 Medical Station.
The moon shone on the hill, and the two of them hurried back. When they came back, their arms were full of little sour pears, and their pockets were filled with mountain flowers.
As soon as he showed up, many people at the scene laughed, which brought warmth and cleared away the gloom.
"It's done." Wen Jifei laughed for a long time, and finally summed it up and said, "The number one flower boy in the blue world, Han Qingyu, the straight man."
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Early in the morning, around 4:40.
At the door of the operating room, Mu Qijian was finally replaced. His legs felt weak when he went out, so he simply sat on the ground, took off his hat and mask, drank a bottle of glucose in his hand, and placed a lunch box that had just been made in the kitchen next to him.
The sound of footsteps came, and Mu Qijian looked up when he heard it. Some of his wet and messy hair fell behind his ears...
A figure with bloody scabs on his face, wearing a blood-stained combat uniform and carrying a dead iron straight knife on his back, appeared in sight.
"Well, thank you for your hard work." The voice was a little too flat.
Not daring to hand it directly to someone else, Han Qingyu placed a bottle of azalea on the chair next to her.
He was forced to come by his sister. The thing itself was not unwilling to do it. In fact, he was happy to see the smiles on the faces of doctors and nurses on such a night. He was just not used to it.
The footsteps seemed to go away calmly.
But in fact, Mu Qijian could see the embarrassment in his eyes. Thinking about it, this guy is famous for being a wooden person and a stubborn person...Who is oppressing him? interesting.
Taking the mountain flower in his hand, he looked at it and couldn't help but smile brightly. Mu Qijian said loudly behind him: "Thank you Qingzi." After saying that, he whispered to himself: "Thank you."
A nurse returned to the break room, put down the tray in her hand, swayed, sat down to catch her breath for a while, lowered her head, rolled up her sleeves, and turned her arms over to look at it.
There was a wound under her sleeve. She thought that the bleeding would stop naturally, but it turned out that the wound opened again during work. She didn't find out until a patient saw the blood on her sleeve and alerted her.
The wound was a little dirty, so she dipped a cotton swab in the medicine, and the little nurse started to treat the wound by herself... "Hissing", she gritted her teeth and frowned in pain, gasping for air, and tears suddenly welled up in her tightly closed eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, in her hazy vision, a person walked in from the door... It was Han Qingyu.
"Are you OK?"
"It's okay...it's just a small wound, that's all."
"Well, um, you've worked hard today." Han Qingyu smiled, took out a bouquet of mountain flowers from behind and placed it on the small table next to her.
Without even having time to say thank you, the nurse watched him turn out of the door. She was stunned for a moment and then laughed. She glanced at the mountain flower on the table, reached out to pick it up, bit it in her mouth, and continued to treat the wound.
It doesn't hurt at all.
