Take Off My Aviation Era

Rahman, Ali Khan, and others have long been familiar with Zhuang Jianye’s style of invisible pretenders. To be more precise, the aviation industry in the world now knows that Zhuang Jianye is a A lunatic who pretended to be 13 when he got the chance.

However, Rahman, Ali Khan and others were surprised when they saw Yun-15plus with the words "Tengfei Medical" printed on it. They knew that there were four cargo planes coming from China today, but they didn't know much about what they shipped. .

After all, the economic and trade exchanges between the two countries have been increasing in recent years. Whether it is imported or exported by the Pakistani business community, the cost-effective Chinese cargo aircraft is a good choice.

What they didn't expect was that the so-called cargo plane that came was actually a special plane for medical institutions. There was no way that the big red cross at the tail of the plane would not be unfamiliar to them anywhere, and that was why they were surprised. Could it be that the Chinese cargo plane that came this time carried the medical equipment and team of Ascendas Group?

"Zhuang, this is your medical team?" Rahman asked in surprise.

Zhuang Jianye shook his head: "No, that's our flying hospital!"

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"Grandpa Imam, grandpa Imam~~"

In a village on the outskirts of Lahore, a seven- or eight-year-old boy, dressed in local clothing, stepped on small leather boots, trot all the way towards a low stone house in the innermost part of the village I ran and yelled: "Grandpa Said~~Grandpa Said~~, God sent an angel, your eyes are saved~~"

In the stone house, the local religious leader, Mohammed Imam, known as the mullah, was closing his eyes and reciting the scriptures silently from his own memory. He was kneeling and sitting opposite him about four or five years old. The little boy attentively listened to the enlightenment reading of Grandpa Imam in front of him.

Hearing the shouts from outside, the children in the room all looked out of the house curiously. However, as Grandpa Imam coughed, these children turned their heads one by one and read the scriptures again after Grandpa Imam.

Grandpa Imam didn't open his eyes until the footsteps walked in. He waited until he finished reciting a passage before allowing the children to leave. Then he lifted his eyelids, revealing a pair of muddy old eyes, and vaguely saw a figure at the door. With a kind smile, he asked tentatively: "Is it little Sharif?"

"It's me, Grandpa Imam. My brother asked me to come over to see you. He said that an angel had come to Lahore to treat our poor people. My brother said that Grandpa Imam's eyes couldn't be seen clearly for a long time, so it was just in time for the angel to heal him. rule."

After listening to Xiao Sharif’s words, Imam’s smile became more gentle: “Thank you Nawab. Although I can’t see clearly, I thank God for giving me a keen sense of hearing, smell and a flexible mind, which allows me to focus more. Thinking, telling Navab that he is still young and needs to be exposed to new things outside and accept God’s test, but I don’t need it anymore. Whether it is the United States in the West or the Soviet Union in the East, they are all demons in angelic cloaks. , I don’t need their mercy."

The imam is a conservative in the local religious field and advocates reproducing the glory of the Arab Empire more than a thousand years ago. Therefore, he has no liking for the oil hegemony of the United States and the Soviet Union, which has invaded Afghanistan, and even the current government of Pakistan, which embraces the United States. No good impression, if it is not so, given his status in the religious world in Lahore, as long as he reveals a little request, the Pakistani government will arrange the best doctor to solve the matter.

But these deep-seated things are really incomprehensible to the eight-year-old little Sharif. He tilted his head and thought for a long time without trying to understand what Grandpa Imam meant, but what his brother Nawab told him was. I remembered clearly, so I put aside the words of Grandpa Imam and continued: "It is not an angel from the United States and the Soviet Union, but an angel from China. My brother said, it is an angel that can really fly."

Hearing that, Imam frowned: "An angel from China?"

...

"Brother, why did you come to the airport to see a doctor? Shouldn't it be to the hospital?"

Two days later, the little Sharif and Imam arrived in Lahore in a ox cart in the village, and then Nawab, who was waiting for them, immediately borrowed a jeep to pull his brother and Imam and went straight to a certain military airport in the suburbs.

This made little Sharif very puzzled. When he was young, his parents and Imam told him to go to the hospital to find a doctor. But his brother did not go to the hospital, but ran to the airport. Little Sharif couldn't understand what he thought.

"I will understand when I see you later, I really didn't lie to you, it is indeed an angel that can fly to the sky." Navab did not answer his brother's words, but sold it off with a smile.

This made the little Sharif even more curious, let alone little Sharif, even the imam with muddy eyes was interested. He talked about angels for a lifetime, but what kind of angels he has never seen.

In this way, with curiosity and nervousness, the three people quickly arrived at the airport. After the security check by the soldiers at the entrance, Nawab kicked the accelerator and drove in the car eagerly, and the little Sharif also moved in at this time. The little head stuck out the car window, and forgot to go toward the airport runway.

As a result, after only one glance, those black eyes that seemed to be translucent widened immediately, the small mouth opened into an o-shape, and the cheeks that had been chapped by the dry climate were red, making everyone excited and unbelievable.

I saw four chubby planes parked on the runway in the distance, each connected by a closed channel, forming a complete whole.

The rear hatch of the plane in the middle opened ~www.readwn.com~ There were patients coming in and out. From time to time, there were medical staff in white coats running back and forth. Even the little Sharif saw A patient with an infusion bottle was pushed out, apparently just after some kind of surgery.

If this is a hospital in Lahore, the little Sharif would not be there, but the problem is that all of this is done in the plane. The diagnosis and treatment are done on the plane. The little Sharif only thinks that only the legends in the scriptures can have this situation. , Because there is omnipotence, but now the legend has become a reality, for the little Sharif who grew up listening to the scriptures, the impact is unimaginable.

"Oh, my god, what did I see? Really...really...I really can't imagine..." After some time, little Sharif finally uttered an incoherent emotion.

The imam who heard him frowned again and again. What is this all about? If you know that the old man can't see it, you can't make it clearer?

However, although the imam was anxious, he still maintained the mauler's tolerance on his face, and slowly said, "My little Sharif, what have you seen?"

Little Sharif withdrew his head and replied with excitement and solemnity: "I saw legends, angels, yes, as described in the scriptures, the real angels who can ride the wind to help people get rid of the torment of illness!"