From interstellar refugee to marshal's wife

It was miraculous enough for Chief Frank and Bai Zhou to see Zhi Zhi jumping down from the maintenance elevator with a single leap.

What's even more amazing is that Zhizhi's face is even more rosy and bright than before going out. Apart from being a little out of breath from jumping and running, it was completely different from the horrific scene before.

Even Jiang You and the young military doctors who were waiting aside looked at each other in surprise, looking from a distance.

Zhi Zhi is not as good as she looks at this moment. The reason is for no other reason than her sprained foot.

It's said that it's easy to feel sad. The adaptation task was completed smoothly and satisfactorily. He wanted to show it off, so he didn't just go down the stairs.

That slight jump seemed carefree, but in fact, the moment he landed, he felt that something was wrong.

My right ankle is still a little sore. He took two steps on the spot and tried to adapt, but the sense of automaticity became stronger and stronger.

But there is no way around it.

With Dangu's training space and Shenyou's assistance, five years of training have made his consciousness more firm and unbreakable; his mecha knowledge and technology have also grown significantly.

But her body was the only one that had not received any real training. No matter how strong the core was, the outer shell was not strong enough.

When Jianyang and the mechanical maintenance engineer were ready to hand over, he saw Zhi Zhi frozen there and not daring to move.

I'm still wondering why I wasn't so lively just now, but now I'm so reserved and honest?

Looking down from behind Zhizhi, he saw his right foot, which was slightly tiptoeing and secretly twisting: "What's wrong with your right foot? Is it injured?"

Rizhi could only smile bitterly: "When I came down just now, it seemed to be twisted. I will ask Lin Hao for some safflower oil later, and it should be fine after rubbing it."

Only then did Chief Secretary Bai Zhou and Frank suddenly realize, and Jiang You also hurried over.

At the huge mecha launch site, a group of people gathered around to watch Zhi Zhi take off her shoes and socks...

After Jiang You used a small therapeutic device to make a diagnosis, he chuckled and put Zhizhi's foot back on the shoe he had taken off: "It's okay. All other physiological indicators are normal. As for the ankle... there are some contusions and sprains, a minor problem."

"I said it was just a twist. Just apply some safflower oil and it will be fine." Although he was the one who got twisted, didn't he want to lose face?

What's even more exaggerated is that Jian Yang directly asked Jiang You for a temporary Pluto version of the wheelchair.

The euphemistic saying is: since you are injured, you should stay calm. If you drag your sprained ankle around randomly and show off your strength, it will only get worse.

What he said was well-founded and reasonable, but there was something about it that made Zhi Zhi feel that something was not right.

"Is it so exaggerated? I just twisted it, but it's not like I can't walk." The last time I was carried in horizontally by a medical robot, this time I have to be pushed in by a wheelchair. Isn't my five years of training a bit in vain? ?

Adhering to the principle of the minority obeying the majority, the protest was ineffective, and someone was eventually pushed into the military safe zone by Jianyang.

There were quite a few military personnel who were watching and paying attention all the way.

Even Marshal Ao, who came in behind him, was dumbfounded when he heard Chief Secretary Frank talking about this matter.

"Marshal, I just know that your condition is very good this time. Better than we expected, except for the sprained foot, of course." As he spoke, his smile was no longer suppressed.

Marshal Ao carefully checked Jiang You's diagnosis data just now, "Yes."

"Have they sent Mr. Zhizhi for further examination?"

Chief Secretary Frank shook his head: "Jian Yang took him to the warehouse to hand in the task."

[The Ministry of Military and Political Affairs has a special reminder, please check it. ] Marshal Austrian and Chief Frank's brains sounded prompts at the same time.

The two looked at each other. In order to save energy, Marshal Austria clicked on it to check the information. Secretary Frank came over to check it together.

The information came from the warehouse sent by the Minister of Military and Political Affairs, and he told them in a very excited tone that some of the scarce mecha parts of the military department barely reached the minimum guarantee level.

The Administration Department requested that the person who completed the task be credited with a great credit.

Marshal Ao and Chief Secretary Frank both thought they were referring to Jianyang, but when they scrolled down further, they saw Zhi Zhi's name.

Marshal Ao simply dialed the voice communication, "Are you sure it's Mr. Zhizhi, not Major General Jianyang?"

The person in charge of the warehouse of the Ministry of Military Affairs quickly reacted: "Marshal Ao, I am very sure that the person we are requesting for merit recognition is Mr. Zhizhi. This is correct."

"If you have any questions, you can come and check now. Your Excellency Zhizhi has brought back a lot of supplies, and we are still busy sorting them out."

Looking at the voice communication that was hung up, he said, "Come on, let's go and take a look. How many supplies are there to make a shrewd and notorious miser take the initiative to ask for credit."

When the two of them entered the warehouse of the Ministry of Military Affairs, they were slightly shocked by the sight in front of them.

Zhizhi was placed in a corner in a wheelchair. The warehouse, which was not small in size, had lots of open space, and there were rows of mechanical parts everywhere.

Not far from Zhizhi, there is a "garbage pile" half a man tall, like a hill, piled randomly against the wall.

People from the Military and Administrative Department were like worker ants, busy around the "garbage pile". From time to time, they carefully took out some parts and carried them to the ones that had been arranged, and stacked them with care.

They could only stand at the door and look in, and saw Zhizhi waving to them with a very apologetic smile. I just noticed that there was half a person "buried" on the side of the "garbage pile".

Jianyang's knees were sunk deeply into the "garbage heap" and he stood there motionless with a pampered and helpless expression.

Just as he was about to say hello to the two people who had arrived, he said, "Major General Jianyang, hold on, hold on! These are urgently needed mecha repair parts. Some of them are very precise and sensitive. If you hold on a little longer, we will dig you out right now."

"Pfft..." Secretary Frank couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Okay, I'll hold on for a while, and you guys can dig quickly." Jian Yang was also helpless, okay?

"It's my fault, it's my fault." Zhizhi, who was sitting in the wheelchair next to him, was very apologetic: "I didn't know there were so many things packed into this space. I thought it was just a little bit."

Before Jianyang could say anything, the person in charge of the warehouse of the Ministry of Military Affairs, who was squatting next to Jianyang and sorting out parts, spoke up in defense: "How can there be too much of this stuff?"

"Don't look at these small parts. I used to buy them casually on Xingwang. They were everywhere. Now they are all treasures..."

As he spoke, he seemed to realize that Jianyang's feet were still buried; he turned sharply: "What a powerful sentry is Major General Jianyang? Don't worry, Mr. Zhizhi, this matter is not a problem to him at all." "

"..." Jianyang looked up at the ceiling. Shouldn't he have the final say on this matter?