Major General's Shura Field

The First Federal Military Hospital has the best medical facilities in the entire Federation, but even so, once a patient is sent to the intensive care unit, the chance of successfully getting out is only [-]%.

In the middle of the night, in the silent corridor of the intensive care unit of a hospital, a boy with black hair and black eyes stood, staring blankly at the man lying on the hospital bed.

After five years, Mu Bin never imagined that it would be like this when we met again. The man was wearing a ventilator, his eyes were closed, and there was no trace of life except for his heaving chest. The surrounding equipment issued "" The sound of "Didi" seemed to be a signal for death.

The man's face is as resolute as it was five years ago, but more mature. It is not difficult to see that he has experienced a lot of tempering in these years.

Mu Bin bit his lower lip tightly and walked into the ward step by step. He wanted to reach out to touch the man's cheek, but as if he was afraid of waking him up, his hand hung in mid-air and did not fall down.

"Who are you and how did you get in?" The nurse on duty stood at the door at some point, frowning and looking at Mu Bin.

"I am his friend."

"Now is not visiting time, please go out and don't disturb other patients' rest."

Mu Bin didn't move, but asked the nurse with red eyes: "How is he?"

The medical staff working in the intensive care unit have seen too many life and death separations, and have no special feeling for the grief of the relatives of the patients. The nurse looked at the records and dutifully replied: "The patient's head and chest were severely injured, and he died when he was sent. The signs are weak, we can only do our best to rescue him, and we are not completely out of danger yet, so we need to continue to observe."

Mu Bin gently put his hand on the man's heaving chest covered by the quilt, and tremblingly said: "But he is still alive, isn't he still breathing?"

The nurse paused, and finally her professionalism made her choose to tell the truth: "That's just the function of the ventilator. If the ventilator is unplugged, the patient will never be saved again."

These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Mu Bin collapsed all of a sudden. He only felt a sharp pain burst from his heart. The pain made his eyes go dark. Seeing that his expression was wrong, the nurse hurried forward to support him. Semi-forced him out of the intensive care unit.

The moment Mu Bin turned to leave, he saw the man's left middle finger exposed outside the quilt, and a silver light flashed past.

The nurse sent Mu Bin to the door and told him that he could consult the doctor at nine o'clock in the morning every day, and had half an hour of visiting time at three o'clock in the afternoon. At the end, he looked at Mu Bin worriedly and reconfirmed that he was fine before closing the door. He went to the door and turned back to the intensive care unit.

There is no place to accompany the bed in the intensive care unit, and the elevator room is where you go out, because it doesn’t make sense to accompany you or not, but the relatives of the patient are always worried, and any mat is placed on the floor in the elevator room to facilitate emergency situations that may occur at any time, so this The elevator room on the first floor was full of people.

These people have been at the gate of the intensive care unit for a long time, and they have seen all kinds of people and things, but they just looked at Mu Bin indifferently.

Mu Bin clutched his chest, and sat down slowly with his back against the wall. He shrank to a corner, his arms wrapped around his knees, and his shoulders twitched. It's not that he didn't hate Bailichen, but he never thought of letting him die. When it came to the nurse, he felt that the sky was about to collapse, if Bailichen really died...

He didn't dare to imagine such a result, he didn't want to cry, crying was useless, but the tears couldn't stop falling, he didn't want outsiders to see his distressed appearance, so he could only bury his head in his knees.

Mu Bin was tired from crying, leaned against the wall and fell asleep in a daze, and was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night. He came out in a hurry and didn't wear a coat. It was always cold in a place like the hospital. Mu Bin shrank to the corner of the wall and hugged him tightly. Hold your own arm.

The next morning, Mu Bin was woken up by the noise. He opened his eyes and found that many family members of patients had gathered at the entrance of the ICU before seven o'clock. It is a military hospital, so there are many soldiers visiting their comrades-in-arms, but I don't know if there are any of Bailichen's comrades among them.

Mu Bin rubbed his red and swollen eyes, and stood alone in the corner with his head down, looking pitiful.

Mu Bin was very surprised by the sudden sharp pain in his heart last night. The last time he had heart pain was when Bailichen left, and he hasn't had it again for five years, and he went to the hospital for an examination.

Mu Bin was wondering if the pain in his heart was an ominous omen, when he suddenly felt a few eyes looking at him, the eyes were so hot that even Mu Bin, who had always been unresponsive, felt it.

He raised his head and saw several soldiers in camouflage looking at him. When they saw Mu Bin looking over, they immediately looked away, and then got together to discuss something in a low voice.

Mu Bin thought it was because he described himself as a mess at this time, so he was particularly eye-catching, so he went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water, so that his eyes would not be so swollen so that he could make a good impression when he saw the doctor later, saying no He must be able to tell himself a few more words about Bailichen's injury.

When Mu Bin returned to the entrance of the ICU, the few soldiers who had just seen him had already bought breakfast, and one of them, a tall and burly man, couldn't help but look at him again when he saw him coming back.

The man hesitated for a while, picked up a breakfast and walked up to Mu Bin, under Mu Bin's astonished gaze, he stuffed the breakfast into Mu Bin's hand.

"That..." The man couldn't find a suitable address for a while, "I see that you haven't eaten breakfast, so let's make an extra one for you."

Mu Bin didn't have any appetite now, so he forced a smile at the man, and then handed back the breakfast, "Thank you, I don't really want to eat right now."

The man took the breakfast that Mu Bin handed back, and didn't speak any more. He just watched the boy return to the corner in a daze. After a while, he didn't know what to think, and his eyes were red again.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the door of the intensive care unit was opened, and several doctors in white coats came out, and called several family members of the patients to come in for a conversation. Waiting, Bailichen was not among the names called the first time and the second time, Mu Bin looked like he was about to cry, and kept wringing his fingers on the spot.

Until the door of the ICU was opened for the third time, a middle-aged doctor wearing glasses leaned out and asked, "Is Bailichen's family here?"

Mu Bin seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw, and hurried to the doctor, "I, I am here."

The person who sent Bailichen here yesterday was his comrade in arms. The middle-aged doctor had never seen Mu Bin before, and was taken aback for a moment. At this moment, the soldiers who had been staring at Mu Bin just stepped forward and nodded at the doctor. .

The doctor recognized a few people, let them into the ward sideways, then glanced at Mu Bin, and motioned for him to come in together.At this time, Mu Bin couldn't care less, and followed the doctor directly into the intensive care unit.

After everyone stood still, the doctor began to describe Bailichen's injury. Mu Bin is not a medical professional, and the only medical knowledge he learned from Clark was how to use spiritual power to heal mental trauma, but Bailichen Obviously it wasn't a problem with his mental strength, so he barely understood what the doctor said, only that Bai Lichen was seriously injured.

Bailichen's comrades also didn't understand. The doctor saw that they were at a loss, so he explained the diagnosis result in a simple and clear way: "The wounded are in a very bad situation now, and all we can do now is do our best. The rest depends on the patient's own will to survive, but to be honest, it is very difficult, and you should be mentally prepared for the worst."

Mu Bin bit his lower lip tightly, his mouth was full of bloody smell, but he didn't know it, he just asked in a hoarse voice: "Doctor, what are the chances of him waking up?"

The middle-aged doctor was silent for a moment, and finally chose to tell the young man the cruelest truth: "Unless there is a miracle, I suggest that you make two plans and start preparing for the funeral."

The doctor's words were almost equivalent to directly pronouncing Bailichen's death sentence. The soldier who just served Mu Bin's breakfast punched the wall and growled in pain: "I shouldn't let the captain go, if I insisted Stop him, the captain will not..."

Mu Bin walked out of the intensive care unit in a daze, and squatted in the corner blankly, unconsciously rubbing the ring on his little finger.

Bai Lichen was going to die.

He is so powerful, how could he die?

Mu Bin didn't know how long he squatted in the corner, when suddenly a shadow fell, and a deep male voice sounded above his head: "Why are you here?"

Mu Bin raised his head slowly, and stared at the man in front of him for a long time before realizing that the man was Herman.

Although Bailichen's special forces acted alone, they nominally belonged to the Seventh Army under Herman's command, so when something happened to Bailichen, Herman would naturally come to visit.

Mu Bin didn't know the reason, he just stared at Herman in a daze, his eyes full of hesitation, like a frightened little animal, and suddenly said after a long while: "Let's get a divorce."

Herman frowned suddenly: "What did you say?"

Mu Bin lowered his head and said in a low voice: "General, let's get a divorce. The person I was waiting for is back."

After this night, Mu Bin described himself as much haggard. At this time, he lowered his head softly, which made people feel distressed. Seeing his appearance, Herman couldn't express his original anger, so he could only take a deep breath. In a calm tone, he said, "You mean Major Baili?"

Mu Bin nodded sullenly. Herman, who has always been decisive in killing, didn't know what to say for a moment. The two were silent for a moment, and Herman raised his hand and rubbed his temples, saying: "Take back what you just said, and I can take you in." .”

Mu Bin raised his head abruptly, a trace of hope flashed in his eyes: "I take back what I just said!"

Herman stared fixedly at Mu Bin, feeling a bit sour in his heart. After a while, he turned around and knocked on the door of the intensive care unit.

Herman's status is special, and his mother is the dean of the third hospital, so he can naturally enter during non-visiting hours. The doctor let him into the ICU. Apart from Mu Bin, several of Bailichen's comrades in arms followed him.

Herman asked the doctor about his condition, and Mu Bin blankly followed several soldiers into the disinfection room for disinfection, and then slowly moved into Bailichen's ward.

Herman heard a slight sobbing sound from the ward at first, and then it turned into a boy's unstoppable weeping. Mu Bin knelt in front of the bed, tightly holding Bailichen's generous palm, and looked at him. The plain silver ring on the middle finger, weeping uncontrollably.