Reborn in the 70s as a military doctor and meets a special soldier

However, when everyone came here, they discovered that this company was very mysterious. There was no identification number in the entire camp, and the people who greeted them were also very strict in their manners. What was even more strange was that there were very few people.

There are more people coming to perform than there are soldiers.

According to everyone's experience, the fact that so few people can perform at such a high level can only mean that they are part of a heroic company, or have just made meritorious deeds.

Coupled with the presence of Song Wei in a wheelchair, it enriched everyone's imagination.

Maybe there are not many people in this company, but...all of them...

The above is all just nonsense.

But everyone’s eyes showed seriousness: “We must make this show a success.”

"Yes, we must give the heroes a perfect performance."

A company regarded as a hero: "???"

The pleasant dinner time ended quickly, and the party started at seven o'clock. During this half hour, Lu Jiu graciously allowed everyone to move freely.

The soldiers were so excited that they took out the letters they wrote during the day and went to find Song Wei.

Lu Jiu originally thought that he could have a conversation with Song Wei at this time, but he shot himself in the foot. Her room was crowded with people, all of whom wanted to trouble her to help send letters after she left tomorrow.

Wen Xinghan laughed so hard: "You have today too."

"It's okay. We still have a quota. In fact, the organization also wants to leave the quota to my sister-in-law. From now on, you can see each other every day. Your luck lies behind!"

Listening to everyone's consolation, Lu Jiu shook his head helplessly: "Don't talk nonsense about things that are not certain, so as not to be happy for nothing when it's not her later."

"We know that before the organization officially issues an order, we promise not to tell my sister-in-law."

Everyone looked loyal.

At this moment, someone hurried to Wen Xinghan's side.

"Hello, instructor, one of our actors sprained his foot. Is there an infirmary here?"

"Ah?" Everyone was stunned.

Lu Jiu calmly called to Song Wei's room: "Liu Yu, come out."

At that time, Liu Tao, who was sharing his Frisbee playing experience with Song Wei, was suddenly called upon. He was stunned for a moment. The person near the door first noticed the instructor standing outside and immediately gave way to Liu Tao.

"The battalion commander is calling you, go and have a look."

Liu Yu and Song Wei looked at each other. Although they didn't understand what Lu Jiu ordered him to do, they still got up and walked out cooperatively.

"Someone has a sprained foot. Go and have a look."

Lu Jiu spoke before Liu Yu stood still. Liu Yu understood, saluted Lu Jiu and other instructors, and then ran away quickly.

Wen Xinghan breathed a sigh of relief: "So it is really necessary to have a team doctor in the company. Look, doesn't this solve the problem?"

Normally, they would just mess around on their own and treat a dead horse as a live doctor.

It doesn't matter that they are old and rough, but the problem is that the pretty girls in other art troupes are not that good.

After all, their hands are used to play the piano and their feet are used to dance. They are all engaged in delicate technical work. If the root cause of the disease is found, it will affect their careers.

Furthermore, the people who came to express condolences to the company this time were from the most powerful art troupe in Forty-Nine City. They were all top performers. They were the kind of people who could not be invited by various units for holiday art evenings.

If something goes wrong here, their special training camp will be doomed.

After all, Wen Xinghan and Luo Cang were responsible for receiving them, but in the end they couldn't help but follow them.

It was free time at this time, and everyone around Song Wei's room also realized that there was a lot of fun outside. Now that the letter had been delivered, reminiscing with Song Wei was over, and everyone dispersed and went to watch the show. .

Song Wei looked at the suddenly empty room and couldn't help but laugh. Sure enough, loving to eat melons is also a "traditional virtue" of their Chinese descendants.

Just as he was thinking about it, Lu Jiu came in.

It can only be said that the only person who is most satisfied with this result is Mr. Lu himself. After all, he had no chance to squeeze in front of his wife just now.

When Lu Jiu walked in happily, he took a look at the time. There were still 20 minutes until the party, so he could still stay with his wife for a while.

Lu Jiu couldn't help but grin. Before he reached his wife, Song Wei spoke.

"What happened? Why did everyone run away in a swarm?"

"They said someone in the art troupe sprained their foot." Lu Jiu didn't hide it.

Song Wei was relieved. The sprain was indeed a trivial matter for Liu Yu.

However, she was still a little tempted.

"Ajiu, how about we go take a look too?"

"Taro can handle it." Lu Jiu sat down next to Song Wei. At this time, he didn't want to go anywhere, he just wanted to be with Song Wei.

Song Wei saw his intention and patted his hand with a smile: "You still think we can be alone? It's free time now. This wave of people has left, but the next wave will still come."

Song Wei said as she pointed at the letters on her desk. She glanced at about thirty or forty letters and saw Lu Jiu was speechless.

"These guys are so slow to hand over a letter."

Complaining was a complaint, but Lu Jiu reluctantly got up.

He lazily pushed Song Wei out, not forgetting to care as he walked: "Why were you crying that afternoon."

"I didn't cry." Song Wei felt helpless: "I saw you succeeded, so I was very excited. As my dad said, we all use broken guns, and we can overcome all obstacles under such extreme conditions. , which is certainly worth being excited about.”

When Song Wei said this, Lu Jiu understood immediately. He didn't say anything, but just rubbed Song Wei's head.

The two slowly walked out of the room, and when they came out, they met two messengers again.

The two soldiers were stunned for a moment when they saw the battalion commander pushing Song Wei, and subconsciously received the letter behind them.

Lu Jiu raised his hands at them wordlessly: "Okay, bring the letter."

The implication is that I have seen through your tricks a long time ago.

The two little warriors glanced at each other, smiled guiltily, quickly handed the letter to Song Wei and ran away.

Song Wei looked at the envelope and smiled: "Look, I said we can't live in a world of two."

Being teased, Lu Jiu's cheeks turned red, but she still muttered silently: "If I had known, I wouldn't have allowed them to move freely."

If everyone trains, or writes about their experiences, no one will bother me, which is really troublesome.

But now that it's over, there's no point in regretting it.

Lu Jiu shook his head helplessly and continued to push Song Wei forward.

Soon the two arrived at the stage in the center of the camp. At this time, the stage had been set up and the lights were ready.

But everyone was gathered behind the stage.

Fortunately, Lu Jiu's face has the right to speak.

The crowd surrounding him almost automatically gave way to him as soon as they saw his face.

After a while, Lu Jiu pushed Song Wei into the middle of the crowd.

I saw a little girl wearing a fairy-like fluttering dress sitting on the ground. She frowned and had cold sweat all over her head, but her face was very red.

Liu Yu was holding her foot and bandaging it.