Can a general do whatever he wants?

Chen Ming clutched his wound and fled in a hurry, heading straight for the door.

"Miss, please show your pass."

"Permit, pass?"

Chen Ming didn't know that a pass was needed to enter and exit here. He pointed to his wound and said, "Someone hurt someone inside! There are still people inside, save them!"

"Our defense is very safe and no one can go in."

"Look at me, I'm hurt!"

The guard glanced at him, and the red blood stains on the light yellow shirt were particularly obvious. The guard hesitated: "Okay, we will go to investigate later, if you don't have a pass, please go back to your room, miss."

It has been said that there are wounded people in this house, and the guard actually wants him to go back to his room. Isn't this clearly asking him to hit the gun and seek death?

How could there be such an unsympathetic person.

"If I don't have a pass, will I be sent to my death?"

There was a trace of pain in Chen Ming's thin pupils, "There is still someone inside, you should, go and save him."

"It's the rule."

The guard was rigid and unreasonable, and there was no sign of emotion on his face. Chen Ming gritted his teeth and rushed towards the guard, trying to break through him and go outside.

"Let me go out."

The guard stood in front of him, and Chen Ming couldn't run into him at all.

"You, let me, get out!"

The guard lowered his head and looked at him indifferently, and said lightly: "You can go out, but you can't come back."

If you can't come back, you can't come back, at least you can go out and find someone to save the man who is still in the room.

"Row!"

Chen Minghong looked up with unusual determination in his eyes.

The guard moved out of the way for him.

Chen Ming clutched his bleeding arm and ran out like a flying arrow. He ran and ran, and finally grabbed a gentleman who had just passed by.

He grabbed the gentleman's hand and begged, pointing to the temporary residence in the distance: "Help, I, someone inside is going to kill someone."

The man who was involved thought he was a lunatic, and with blank eyes he dragged his lover away in a hurry.

"It's unlucky to meet a lunatic in broad daylight."

Chen Ming stared at his hand suspended in the air, with infinite despair, tears rolled down from his eyes uncontrollably, blurring his vision.

He reached out and grabbed another beautiful lady, who quickly walked around him.

why is it like this……

Standing in the crowd with his arms covered, he shouted to the passing crowd with the loudest roar he could:

"Anyone, all, good! There! Someone, kill!"

The people on the side of the road looked at him indifferently, probably a lunatic, and people all avoided this strange guy.

Chen Ming sat on the ground weakly, his throat was sore as if it had been burned dry by a raging fire, he couldn't say a word anymore, he could only murmur with his head down.

"Save... people..."

The sun shines on the prosperity of the whole town, but his heart is so weak.

There was the neighing of a horse.

"Step aside!"

The dark green military uniform covered his head all over the sky, and his entire vision dimmed the moment the coat fell on top of his head.

"Yan Yue!?"

"Yan Yue?!"

"How can my Yanyue people look like monkeys on the main road?"

Yan Yue looked around indifferently and coldly at the onlookers.He even wrapped his coat in his coat and threw Chen Ming across the horse. He quickly got on the horse and kicked off the horse's belly without hesitation.

The brown-red horse roared and screamed, ignoring the sighs of the indifferent people around, and galloped home.

Yan Yue took Chen Ming back to his room.After entering the room, he lifted Chen Ming's coat and looked at the shivering boy in his arms with pity.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Chen Ming's upper lip was pressed against his lower lip, trembling and unable to speak, Yan Yue was very distressed by the hard-working tears hanging on his emaciated face.

Yan Yue reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't be afraid."

"Save... save... people."

Chen Ming suppressed his breath and asked him for help in a hoarse voice.

It was only then that Yan Yue noticed that Chen Ming's arm was covered with blood, and his military uniform was inevitably flooded with blood.His face tightened, and he hurriedly placed Chen Ming on the bed.

"I'm going to get the bandage!"

Chen Ming hooked his little finger with his hand, "Save... Yan Mu..."

Then, he passed out completely.

Yan Yue is a person above rank, in his heart military country is rank, top and bottom are ranks, even love is ranks.

After Chen Ming appeared, Chen Ming was his highest level.

Yan Mu was not saved.

Yan Yue used the fastest speed he could to get the medicine for hemostasis and bandage from the pharmacy.

He first gave Chen Ming anesthesia to avoid the possibility that Chen Ming would feel pain, and then he took care of him carefully.

Due to being injured for too long, Chen Ming's thin shirt and pieces of flesh have blurred together, and Yan Yue must carefully pick out those threads.

Look at the crack on his arm, the red flesh turned inside out, Yan Yue's merciless movements did not even shake him.

In the past, when he was injured on the battlefield and sewed his wounds, he was not as flustered as he is now.

It shouldn't wake him up in pain.

Yan Yue used the most concentrated stitches to sew his skin and flesh, and the effect of the anesthetic was very strong.

Chen Ming didn't wake up until midnight.

In front of the blurred vision, a warm light made Chen Ming raise his hand to cover his sight uncomfortably.The moment he raised his hand, his hand hurt and he threw his arm back on the bed.

"hiss……"

He wanted to speak out, but his throat was throbbing with pain as if it had been burned.

"Cough cough..."

Yan Yue opened the door and brought Chen Ming a bowl of porridge. Seeing him coughing, Yan Yue hurriedly helped him up and gently stroked his chest.

Chen Ming snuggled into Yan Yue's arms without expression, "Ahem..."

"I just mended your wound, and your body is still weak. You will feel better if you drink some porridge."

Yan Yue blew on the porridge lightly, and handed the spoon carrying the porridge to his mouth.

He gently opened his thin lips and sucked it into his throat. The porridge slipped through his throat, and a piercing pain spread from his throat to his lungs.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The emptiness in the lungs surged up, and Chen Ming spit out the porridge from his mouth again.

Yan Yue wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, "Drink slowly." Handed him another mouthful of hot porridge.

His throat was so sore that he didn't want to try Yan Yue's porridge again, he closed his eyes and turned his head to refuse to accept it.

"Ming'er, this can't work."

Yan Yue simply took a mouthful of porridge himself, turned his face away from Chen Ming and put his mouth on it.

The porridge slowly flowed down Chen Ming's mouth little by little, little by little, I don't know how much I drank, and I don't know how much flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

A mouthful of porridge was half cold.

Only then did Yan Yue let go of Chen Ming's mouth.

"You see you are disobedient, porridge is everywhere."

There was porridge seeping from the corners of Chen Ming's mouth, neck and even his clothes.

He half-closed his eyes and stared at the man in front of him in a psychedelic way, his sparse eyelashes fluttering, and there was always a feeling of familiarity.

"I, really, know you?"

What he said was unintelligible.

Yan Yue's eyes were full of kindness, "Yes. I said you won't forget me."

"relation?"

Yan Yue then laughed and said:

"You are the person I like the most after I exist, and I am also the person you rely on the most. We once said that we will take care of each other for the rest of our lives."

Yan Yue spread Chen Ming's hand carefully, and wrote on his hand:

Now.

in.

I.

Come.

Take care of you.

"Sometimes it is said that taking care of you is a lifetime thing, I will never lie to you..."

With one word confirmed, Yan Yue planted a kiss on his smooth forehead.

take care of……

The memory in Chen Ming's mind seemed to be twitched by something, and he forgot something very important...

Many important things.