Great Power Army Reclamation

The platoon leader picked up Wei Quanyou on his back and ran quickly toward the mountain. There was a jeep up there. He wanted to take Wei Quanyou to the hospital as quickly as possible.

The hygienist followed closely behind him, always paying attention to Wei Quanyou's physical changes.

Wei Quanyou's pulse is still beating, although it is weak, it has not stopped, so he must be sent to the hospital as soon as possible. This is a race against death.

The health worker on the other side ran and contacted the regiment hospital and explained the situation here.

But the platoon leader suddenly shouted: "Go to Junkencheng Hospital. The conditions there are good. No matter how much it costs, we will bear it all!"

The health worker was stunned for a moment, and then dialed the number of Junkencheng Hospital. As soon as the call was put through, someone reported to Jinhua.

Jinhua ordered without hesitation: "Send a helicopter and I will pick up Uncle Wei!"

Today's Jinhua is no longer what it used to be, and the cowardice and low self-esteem caused by unbearable experiences have long since disappeared.

And what followed was a woman full of confidence, sunshine, and domineering. The way he moves his hands and feet is full of aura.

The helicopter took off and flew towards Sarbulak. On the plane, there were two nurses, Jin Hua and a surgical director.

The reason why it was called a helicopter was that Jinhua did not dare to delay for a second. She knew better than anyone else the position of Wei Quanyou in Uncle Ye's heart.

It can be said that among the comrades in the entire corps, Wei Quanyou and Ye Wancheng are the best brothers. If anything happens to Wei Quanyou, Ye Wancheng will definitely be hit hard, and she does not dare to take this risk.

The ambulance helicopter of Junken Hospital is produced by Junken City itself, and its performance and quality have ranked among the top in the world. The speed has reached 350 kilometers per hour.

The Sarbulak Grassland is only 80 kilometers away from here, so after ten minutes, Jinhua saw the jeep of the outpost driving on the road.

The terrain here is gentle and you can land anywhere. The army health workers have already given Wei Quanyou a simple bandage.

Jinhua and others quickly transferred Wei Quanyou to the plane and flew away in an instant.

The hygienist stared blankly at the helicopter that had turned into a black spot in the sky, and asked:

"Platoon leader, what's Uncle Wei's background? There's a helicopter coming to pick him up?"

The platoon leader pondered for a moment and shook his head: "He has no background, he is just an ordinary person who everyone respects."

The hygienist looked confused. This sentence was too profound for him to understand.

The plane quickly landed at the Military Reclamation Hospital. Wei Quanyou was already unconscious. The wound was too large and he had lost too much blood.

Jinhua immediately mobilized all the plasma in stock to start rescue operations. Even Old John was invited over, and of course Ye Wancheng.

Jinhua didn't want to tell them about this, but she thought about it and told them anyway. If something unexpected happened, she couldn't afford it.

It’s not that I can’t bear the responsibility, it’s that I can’t bear the pressure.

Ye Wancheng was not as nervous as he thought. He and Old John smiled after carefully checking:

"This old immortal is so injured at this age, but he still can't die."

Old John nodded: "If we were two, we would definitely go to see God."

Ye Wancheng shook his head: "I'm going to see the old leader. I don't know your God!"

Wei Quanyou finally woke up after transfusion of a large amount of blood. When he opened his eyes and saw Ye Wancheng sitting next to him, he cursed angrily:

"Do you think you are still a young man? Are you still here to keep vigil? Get out of here and go home and sleep!"

Ye Wancheng didn't take it seriously and looked at Wei Quanyou who woke up and cursed:

"I was waiting to collect your body, but you ended up dying of old age!"

Wei Quanyou looked at his body wrapped like a rice dumpling and said proudly:

"I will patrol the border for another 20 years. I won't die in front of you. Can you still walk now?"

Ye Wancheng stood up and walked a few steps in the room: "I'm alive and kicking now, try it!"

Wei Quanyou's lips moved, his body also moved, and finally he lost his temper:

"You're fucking taking advantage of others' danger!"

Ye Wancheng laughed "haha": "If I don't bully you at this time, I won't see your shadow at ordinary times!"

The people in the room were speechless looking at the two people who together were almost 150 years old. They were really old kids!

It was late at night, and Wei Quanyou woke up and fell asleep again.

Jinhua advised Ye Wancheng: "Uncle, you should also go back and rest."

Ye Wancheng pointed to the other bed: "You all go, I'm on duty today."

"No, Uncle Ye, I'm here tonight!"

Wei Quanyou's daughter felt blocked. How could she let Ye Wancheng of this age keep vigil?

Ye Wancheng glared at his glasses: "What's wrong? Go home and sleep quickly! The King of Heaven is here. I'm on duty today. I'm a doctor. What can you do here?"

Jinhua led a group of people out of the ward and comforted:

"Everyone, please go back. Uncle Ye and I are here. Nothing will happen to Uncle Wei."

Finally, everyone left. Jinhua saw through the glass that Ye Wancheng had laid down on another bed and returned to the office.

The next morning, the army sent a banner and 100,000 yuan, saying it was for Wei Quanyou's treatment.

The golden flag and golden flower were accepted, but the money was resolutely not required. Originally, it was free to treat Wei Quanyou here. This was the kind of treatment that a generation of military reclamation workers received, and others did not have it.

Soon, the army and various media came to hear the news. It turned out that the two fugitives turned out to be robbery and murderers and were wanted nationwide.

At this time, Wei Quanyou undoubtedly made another great contribution and was immediately reported by the media.

Wei Quanyou, however, firmly declined interviews from all reporters. He only repeated one sentence:

"What I did was what I was assigned to do. Both the army and the military reclamation city will give me certificates. There is nothing to say."

Only Ye Wancheng understood this sentence. This old comrade was speaking from his heart.

He is just an ordinary military reclamation person, and he does what every military reclamation person should do, and his greatness lies in that he can do one thing for such a long time.

After more than half a month of treatment, Wei Quanyou was discharged from the hospital. It looked serious, but in fact the injuries were all skin injuries, and there was no damage to the muscles or bones.

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, Ye Wancheng personally sent him back to Sarbulak. There is no way, no one can stop it.

Ye Wancheng stayed in the adobe house for another night, and Wei Quanyou's wife cooked finger meat and strips for them.

Ye Wancheng ate very deliciously and drank half a catty of sorghum for the first time. He hasn't drank for a long time, but today he just wants to get drunk.

Looking at Ye Wancheng who was snoring like thunder, his wife blamed Wei Quanyou:

"What age are you, and you still let him drink like this? Do you think they are just like you?"

Wei Quanyou shook his head: "You don't understand, it's rare for him to relax like this. You heat the milk, add honey, put it aside, and drink it for him when he wakes up later."

I went out to play for a few days and didn't bother to update. I have been writing the book for four years and I haven't had a break. I'm sorry.