Sick Beauty Commander is cold and strong

Medical Department.

All black lights.

The continuous sound of footsteps.

Busy.

When he was in the main body earlier, Tan Xuyang made very difficult demands.Logically speaking, this is impossible to achieve, but he was very persistent, and even used force, grabbing Jian Cheng's neck and threatening him.

In Jian Cheng's view, this is completely irrational.

Tan Xuyang is so honest these days that people almost forget how lawless he used to be.

Coupled with the growth of his strength, if he wants to make trouble now, the entire eleventh ship can't find anyone who can stop him.The only person who could keep him on a tight leash now has no strength to hold him.

But his persistence still moved some people.

For example, Fu Ling.

The old man thought about it for a while, and immediately decided to ask Jane to try it.

After all, Cen Chu is different from them.

They had just witnessed the technological capabilities of the three ships during the war.

This is an area that they are completely out of touch and unable to face directly.

So will it, will it...

They don't want to give up even if there is only one in ten thousand possibility.

Yan Huai was the youngest among all the people present at that time, and he was also the only one who had never set foot on the front line of the battlefield, and had never seen death with his own eyes.After Jane informed Cen Chu that all body functions had ceased to function, he froze in place on the spot, tears streaming out uncontrollably.

At this time, Cen Chu might have a one in ten thousand chance of surviving, so he immediately cried and begged Jane to give it a try.

In Jian Cheng's view, their request was simply asking him to refer to black as white.

Whether a person is dead or alive, can he still make a wrong judgment after so many years of working in the industry? !

Even if the commander's body is different from their ordinary people...

different.

...Yes, what if?

The authority of the captain, the threat of the individual chief, the pleading of the young commander, the only thing in my heart that I dare not predict.

Jane agreed to them.

At first, Jian Cheng bit the bullet and forcibly complied.

Because this is not even a rescue, at best it can only be called a forced rescue.

No matter what they did or how much they stimulated them, the young man lying peacefully on the operating table would not respond to them at all.

But Jian Cheng became serious in the process.

In Medical Room Zero.

The unshaven medical minister growled something.

The life indicator light is still black, but the white coats are still trying hard all the time.

They don't know what's going on outside the ship.

There was no rest all day in the medical room.

Jian Cheng has been standing in front of the stage, and the rest of the medical staff have changed twice.

Some members of the medical department couldn't take it anymore. They felt that this was too painful for the commander. They couldn't bear to torture the commander's body anymore. They wanted to leave and replace them, but Tan Xuyang blocked the door.

The man didn't speak, just stared at them with his dark eyes expressionlessly.

Save, keep saving!

In this way, the forced rescue lasted for a full day and a half.

The light is still on.

Nothing happens.

Jian Cheng finally couldn't hold on anymore, and sat down on the side of the operating table, his eyes bloodshot from staying up late at work.He waved his hand feebly, dismissing his subordinates.

He gave up.

But Tan Xuyang still blocked the door with a cold expression, not letting anyone out.

The medical staff looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to advance or retreat.

Fu Ling had just finished handling a wave of fleet affairs, and rushed over. Seeing this scene, she sighed silently.

Miraculously, it didn't happen.

Jian Cheng accepted the reality, and he had no other choice.

The old man put his hand on Tan Xuyang's shoulder.

"Let them out," he said.

With red eyes, Tan Xuyang pointed at the long-haired commander who was sleeping peacefully on the operating table, and growled, "But his body hasn't stiffened at all!! There is hope, there is hope, right?! Why don't you continue to save him?!"

The old man did not argue with him.

Just looking at him with a sad look, said: "Don't torture him, let him rest."

Tortured.

As the word fell into his ears, Tan Xuyang suddenly staggered and took two steps back.

He stared blankly at the pale and delicate sleeping face on the stage.

Quiet, peaceful, and a rare and completely relaxed resting posture.

He suddenly covered his face with his palms.

The wide palms with thin calluses completely covered his entire face, and no one could see his expression.

He staggered back against the wall, hitting his back hard.

looked up.

hide your face.

Don't say a word.

Only the adam's apple can be seen rolling up and down deeply.

Fu Ling waved his hands towards the medical staff, and said seriously: "You can go, but this matter must be crushed to death by me, no one can tell, the commander's situation must not be revealed at this time! Understand? !"

The medical staff seemed to have received an amnesty, and quickly promised to agree.

Some people had tears in their eyes, and looked back several times when they left.

Soon, there were only a few of them left in the entire medical room.

The old man walked into the isolation room and patted Jian Cheng on the shoulder.

Then he went to the operating table, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his withered and old fingers, and carefully touched the young man's forehead, helping him to loosen his hair.

Except that it was too cold, everything was the same as before.

Jane sat on the stool next to her, her head tilted in frustration.

"I really thought there was hope."

He said in a hoarse voice, "It's been 40 hours, and he doesn't have any symptoms that should appear in the corpse."

"You have done a good job and worked hard." The old man comforted in a warm voice.

"But……"

Jian Cheng opened his mouth, but couldn't speak the second half of the sentence.

After a long time, it turned into a long sigh.

At this moment, crisp footsteps sounded.

Tan Xuyang also walked to the side.

There was no expression on his face, and the emotion in his eyes was completely covered by the dark eyes.

Fu Ling moved half of her body away.

Tan Xuyang walked to the operating table and stood still.

"I'm going to take him back."

The man suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse.

Jian Cheng raised his head, his eyes were a little stunned and puzzled.

take him back?

Where are you going?

Isn't the eleventh ship right here?

Immediately afterwards, he heard Shan Bing continue to speak: "He doesn't like living in the medical department, I want to take him home."

Fu Ling understood his mood, but he could not allow what he did.

The old man said in a deep voice: "He is our commander and should be respected. The corpse must be properly disposed of. It is impossible to let you do this. Tan Xuyang, if he is still alive, do you think he will agree with your actions? "

Tan Xuyang's complexion was hard and he pursed his lips tightly.

"Then what do you want to do with his... body?" His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse.

"This issue needs further discussion, and there is no way to decide now." Fu Ling said conservatively.

Hearing this, Tan Xuyang's complexion suddenly became very scary.

He suddenly stood up straight, turned around and stood in front of the operating table, growling, "No cremation, let alone anatomical research!"

When he spoke the second half of the sentence, he fixed his eyes on Jian Cheng who was still depressed.

Jane smiled wryly, moved her chair back, and raised her hands to show that she didn't have this idea at least now.

Fu Ling did not directly respond to his words.

"It is impossible for a dead person to come back to life, Tan Xuyang." The old man said hoarsely.

"Anyway, no!" Tan Xuyang's face was extremely terrifying, and he stood in front of the hospital bed, his voice was faintly broken, "Who dares to touch him!"

Fu Ling sighed, the old man seemed to be many years older at this moment.

"But he can't lie here like this all the time." Fu Ling said.

"When a person dies, he must be buried. This is a respect for the deceased, Tan Xuyang."

Tan Xuyang pursed his lips tightly and stood in front of the bed without any wavering.

Fu Ling sighed: "Well, if his body is really not stiff and rotten, then I can give you a little time. We will discuss further about how to deal with Commander Cen's body later. However, people must It is a basic respect for him to stay in the medical department."

"One week, I'll give you a week. If it takes longer, it won't be easy." He said.

"No, one month."

Tan Xuyang said indifferently: "I can't do without a day. Now the authority of the main theme is in my hands. If you still want to go in, you have to listen to my conditions."

"No one is allowed to touch him except me for a month," he said with a grim expression on his face, "I will touch anyone who dares to touch him!"

"Phew, the No. 8 Fleet is too difficult to deal with. Now that the contract is over, can't they just pack up and leave? Why are they still causing so much trouble?"

"Come on, you, when the points you get are a bit higher than ours, don't show off with the brothers!"

"Fuck, look at what you said, do I look like the kind of person who is full of points? But I have to say that Commander Cen's battle directly scared them all into grandchildren. Hahahaha, it is obviously an eighth-tier fleet, but That tactful attitude when facing us, tsk."

"Hey, when I was bragging about Commander Cen to you, you ignored me, do you understand now?"

"Understood, I understand so well! Haha, no wonder there are so many commanders on our ship, Commander Cen is so worth it!"

within the living area.

The surrounding area is bustling, and it is hard to line up the generals who can go back to the ship to rest for a day.

They won the war and got out of the trap. Even if they complained, they still had happy smiles on their faces.

Tai Yixiu was surrounded by such noise at this moment.It was rare for him to be alone, and he sat quietly at the little robot stand and ordered a bowl of noodles.

He is more or less a small celebrity in the eleventh ship, and his popularity has been maintained very well, and he knows a lot of people. Not long after he sat down, someone came to greet him enthusiastically.

"Brother Tai!"

A hello leads to a chain of hellos.All of a sudden, various voices around him came and went.

According to Tai Yixiu's usual personality in front of people, he should greet them one by one with a smile at this time, and then chat with them casually, and then someone will naturally sit beside him and have lunch with him.

But at this time, for the first time, he couldn't even smile in front of people.

Even if it's just a forced smile, it can't be squeezed out.

He was silent for a moment, nodded slightly to them indifferently, and after showing the most basic courtesy, he lowered his head again and ate his noodles by himself.

"Hey, is Brother Tai in a bad mood today?"

"Commander Tai has been with the commander all the way after all, so he must be tired now."

Tai Yixiu's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't pay attention to their words.

This appearance is very different from the gentle impression of him in people's minds, and it makes people feel very strange.

Everyone who didn't know what happened hesitated for a while, stopped talking about him, and talked about their own affairs again.

As front-line soldiers who have just been fighting outside for so long, their topics are all similar.

Getting out of the trap, the starry sky, the alien fleet, Commander Cen's high-energy war alone, and the broadcast signal they received from human enemy ships when they first got out of the trap...

Among them, the last two topics are the most talked about.

As a result, the words "Commander Cen" appeared frequently in their conversations.

Worship, love, longing, fanaticism...

There are all kinds of emotions.

Commander Cen's reputation grew day by day.

When people talked about him, the light in their eyes was brighter than usual.

Confidence in the fleet, vision for the future, trust in the commander...

All revealed cleanly between their words and laughter.

Tai Yixiu sat alone at the side, listening silently, the expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness.

But there is always a tiny minority of people who are different.

A single soldier was among them, rolled his eyes, and said coolly, "But he's not in command this time, so why should he be credited for the credit?"

As soon as these words came out, it was like sparks splashing into a keg of explosives.

People around him glared at him.Someone slapped the table angrily, stood up and pointed at him and cursed: "Fuck, what kind of heartless bastard, don't even think about who made the simulation exercise? Who made the escape plan?"

"That's right, Commander Cen has done so much for us, how can you have the face to say such a thing?!"

Amidst the noise, a figure suddenly stood up.

With a cold face, the brown-haired young man strode forward towards the speaker.

Under the shocked eyes of everyone around, the young commander grabbed the soldier by the collar, and before the opponent had time to react, he directly pulled him up, raised his knee, and slammed into the opponent's lower abdomen hard.

Although Tai Yixiu is a commander, if he wants to take the individual soldier test, he can pass the second or third rank, which is already considered a good level in the entire fleet.After this set, the opposite party has no chance to resist.

"Ouch!"

"Bang!"

The single soldier suffered from pain, curled up his stomach uncomfortably, became unstable, staggered two steps, hit his back on the corner of the table, and fell directly to the ground with his buttocks, and the table was knocked aside by him.

Everyone stared at Tai Yixiu dumbfounded.

He, he... Is he the gentle and kind conductor Tai who has always been famous? !

I saw Tai Yixiu standing condescendingly in front of the individual soldier who just spoke rudely, his expression was indifferent, without any pretense.

"Of course the credit goes to him. What do you know that you dare to call it here?"