Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

Li Wenlong felt that his new "arm" had some strange sensations. Technical staff from the Tianwei Military Hospital surrounded him, and electrodes were attached to the muscles at the rear end of the residual limb. The slightly sticky feeling made Li Wenlong feel uncomfortable.

"It's sticky, isn't it, comrade?"

The Tianwei Army technician who was adjusting Li Wenlong's prosthetic limbs was stunned when he heard this word that he hadn't heard for a long time.

"Captain Li, after your arm was amputated, you experienced phantom pain, right?"

Li Wenlong nodded. When he slept at night, he would occasionally feel that his arm was still there, but it was very painful. He tossed and turned all night, lit a kerosene lamp, and sat there looking at his remaining limb.

"Captain Li, this is normal. Your brain habitually thought that your left arm was still there and wanted to use it. When your brain found that it could not mobilize it, it sent a painful command, asking you to check what was wrong with your left arm."

"This sticky feeling is normal. Our newly developed prosthesis is not designed to make you look like a healthy person, but to restore at least 80% of the practical strength of your left arm."

The technician's explanation was neither hurried nor slow, and even a rough guy like Li Wenlong could understand it. His worries were gradually put aside, and he began to actively cooperate with the technician's debugging.

"Make a fist. Don't be afraid, Captain Li. Just make a fist the way you did when you were healthy. Don't think about using the prosthesis."

Li Wenlong took a deep breath, followed the technician's instructions, and the palm of his prosthetic limb instantly clenched into a fist.

Li Wenlong tentatively raised the forearm of his prosthetic limb, and clenched and unclenched his fist just like he did when he was healthy.

The technician wrote down the specific parameters in the record and guided Li Wenlong again: "Captain Li, come here and try to hold this force measuring rod."

"You can use your right hand to feel the specific force first. It is normal to not be able to find the force position after two years of limb loss."

Li Wenlong followed the advice, grabbed the stick with his right hand and squeezed it tightly.

The readings on the machine began to rise until the machine began to make continuous beeping sounds. After the technician copied down the readings, he signaled Li Wenlong that he could start.

Li Wenlong had excellent control over the new prosthetic limb. He grabbed the force measuring rod easily and gradually clenched the palm of the prosthetic limb according to the same force he had just applied.

This time the readings were always stuck at a low level. The technicians made some simple adjustments at the end of Li Wenlong's residual limb, changed some values, and then asked Li Wenlong to continue testing.

This time the reading began to rise and finally settled at a grip slightly weaker than that of his right hand. Li Wenlong was very satisfied with the result. It was no exaggeration to say that this prosthesis made him healthy to some extent.

"You will need to spend about five days in the rehabilitation center for rehabilitation training. During this process, we will also make fine adjustments to your prosthesis depending on the situation."

Li Wenlong nodded: "Thank you, young comrade. I want to ask when those war criminals will be tried. Can I make it in five days?"

The technician was a little embarrassed: "We are in technical positions and don't have a deep understanding of these inquiries. I will ask my colleagues to inquire and let you know when there is news, Captain Li."

Li Wenlong nodded, thanked the technician again, and was taken to the rehabilitation center, where there were a large number of veterans of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression who had been fitted with prosthetic limbs. They were all undergoing rehabilitation accompanied by medical staff and technicians.

In the ward of the rehabilitation center, Li Wenlong felt a little bored. He had always been efficient and resolute, but once he had nothing to do, he felt at a loss.

Two nurses walked to Li Wenlong's bed. The nurse in the Tianwei Army uniform instructed the trainee nurse in the light pink uniform beside her: "You must carefully check the patient's name. If it is difficult to tell the gender, don't be bothered and ask."

"Bed 103, male, Li Wenlong."

"To!"

"Old injury, rehabilitation of the prosthetic left arm. No medication required. When is the usual meal time? So that the logistics department can deliver meals."

Li Wenlong thought for a moment: "Breakfast at 6 o'clock, lunch at 12 o'clock, and dinner at 6:30."

The nurse recorded the time Li Wenlong mentioned and said, "Stay here today. A doctor will come to take you for rehabilitation training tomorrow. There are no other arrangements today. If you need anything, please press the bell at the back."

"Can you take care of yourself, such as taking a bath and going to the toilet?"

Li Wenlong blushed a little, didn't answer, just nodded.

After the nurse left, Li Wenlong smelled the disinfectant in the hospital. He didn't like this smell. When the independent regiment was fighting, this was the smell he feared the most.

If you smell this smell, it means that some brothers are injured or may not be able to survive.

Suddenly, footsteps approached, and Li Wenlong clearly heard the sound of military boots. He couldn't be wrong.

"Captain, how about the new arm? Look who I brought with me?"

Yuchi Baoqi was carrying two fruit baskets, and Zhao Qiang behind him was also carrying a lot of health products, all of which were things that strengthened muscles and bones.

Old brothers were particularly jealous when they met. Yuchi Baoqi put his hands on his hips and said, "Guess where I met the political commissar? I met him in the teacher training classroom. If I hadn't been sharp-eyed, I'd have mistaken him again."

Zhao Qiang sat down next to Li Wenlong and reached out to touch Li Wenlong's left arm. When he saw that there was no flesh and blood prosthetic limb in the sleeve, he put his hand back.

Li Wenlong didn't care. He lifted up his sleeves to show Zhao Qiang: "Comrade Li Bao did a great job on me. I think I can get back to 80% of my original condition after some recovery."

Zhao Qiang sighed: "You are in such a difficult situation, why don't you write me a letter so that I can go and take care of you."

Li Wenlong disagreed: "Everyone has their own lives. You have to get married and have children? What's the big deal about taking care of me? I, Li, need you to take care of me? What's the impact of continuing to shine in the clothing factory? Aren't we all contributing to the country!"

"Tell me about you, how come you became a teacher?"

Zhao Qiang nodded: "I originally wanted to teach and educate people. I was a teacher before the Japanese invaders. What's wrong with returning to teach after retiring from the army?"

Li Wenlong began to tell Zhao Qiang about how Yuchi Baoqi took him to Japan to capture war criminals. Zhao Qiang found it so exciting. Yuchi Baoqi didn't want to disturb them reminiscing about the past, so he simply went outside to find some peanuts and melon seeds and brought them to the ward to feed them.

"Our soldiers, in the end, are the commander-in-chief. Tell me what this incident has caused."

"Hey, come on, what's wrong with the commander-in-chief? Didn't our old Li teach him how to tie his legs?"

Yuchi Baoqi was standing next to them, happily listening to the two people chatting and not caring about the fun they were making.

"By the way, didn't they say that the war criminals would be tried in Nanjing? When?"

Yuchi Baoqi spread his hands and said, "my country, the United States, Britain, France, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, the Netherlands, India, and the Philippines will form a joint military tribunal of eleven countries, each of which will send one judge, for a total of eleven."

"I asked for their opinions, and their idea is great. It's less than three months before I go back, so let's be tight on time."