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It’s 1.2 million words. Let’s commemorate this special word count.

I remember when Lao Zang was in the emergency room for the first time. The conditions were not good at that time. The 120 was still a small bread. It seemed to be from Changhe or Wuling. It was not very advanced anyway. It drove like a small plane, fast and bumpy.

At that time, he was a wounded man whose chest was punctured by a steel bar.

Lao Zang was driving in the mountains in a 120 while the other party drove towards the hospital. Finally, they met him halfway.

The scene at that time is still in my dreams and I can never forget it, right at the corner of a mountain col.

The workers didn't know how to rescue him, and blood was pouring out. At that time, Old Zang was still a young man. He punched the bleeding area along the bone stubble, and his hand was pricked. Unfortunately, the wounded man died in the end. into the arms of old Zang.

This thing is really so profound, like a brand, it is vividly imprinted on my heart.

Whether the writing is good or not, anyway, Lao Zang tried his best to write it well. For those who left, those IDs that he was once very familiar with did not appear for a long time. Lao Zang felt uncomfortable, as if a colleague had left for a big city again. .

It’s 120, please be pretentious, don’t laugh.

By the way, please subscribe in full, don’t skip. I found that everyone likes to skip those chapters that I wrote while crying. In fact, shedding tears is good for the body and mind. Really, I won’t lie to you!