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Volume 8 The Sword Unsheathed Chapter 137

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    On the day Fugui moved out of the emergency ward, Yang Jing went to buy a bouquet of flowers early in the morning. She walked into the ward holding them in both hands and handed them to Fugui with a smile: "I wish you moved out of the emergency room and hope you recover soon."

    Fugui was startled for a moment, took the bouquet of flowers, and smelled it. The light fragrance was refreshing.

    Yang Jing helped him pack the remaining fruits and toiletries. When she saw the tape recorder placed beside the bed, she picked it up and asked Fugui: "Thisdo you need it in the future?"

    Fugui looked at the tape recorder in her hand, nodded and said, "Of course it is needed! Without it these days, I really don't know how to spend those lonely days."

    Yang Jing silently put the tape recorder into the plastic bag and said quietly: "I'm afraid you will find it noisy in the future." After saying that, she smiled slightly: "Wait a moment, I will push the wheelchair."

    After she left, Fugui tidied up the hospital gown, and the tape recorder accidentally slipped out of the bag. Fugui picked up the small tape recorder, and suddenly remembered Yang Jing's expression just now, and sighed secretly, the girl's worries are so real  It's hard to understand, I was fine at first, but suddenly I became so melancholy.

    As soon as he put the tape recorder in, there was a slight knock on the door. When he turned around and looked, it was Du Lei!

    Du Lei was leaning on a cane and had a cast on his calf.  When he saw Fugui, his face turned red with excitement. He took two steps forward hurriedly until he could grab Fugui's hand and then shouted happily: "What a good boy, we call you outside every day, but you are always indifferent.  I thought you were really going to see God.¡±

    Fugui's nose was sore. Looking at the tears flashing in the corners of Du Lei's eyes, he held his hand tightly and said excitedly: "Leizi, are you alive too?"

    Du Lei looked at Fugui's face carefully as if he didn't recognize him, and murmured: "It's better now, you finally got over it." The sincere emotions condensed into crystal tears in his eyes, running down his cheeks  It rolled down quietly and dripped onto their tightly held hands.

    At that moment, Fugui's heart was trembling violently, and the blood all over his body was hitting the closed tear gate. He bit his lower lip to suppress the surge of the torrent, but his eyes were so sore that he couldn't control it.  He hugged Du Lei tightly and rested his chin on Du Lei's trembling shoulders. Although he didn't want others to see him crying, strings of hot tears kept sliding down and flowing into his mouth

    "I just said I said you would survive, but they said you were hopeless." Although Fugui couldn't see Du Lei's face, he felt that his hospital gown had been stained by Du Lei's tears.  dripping wet: "You don't know, wewe are all very sad, we are the best comrades! We can't leave you alone, our blood is shed together, right?"

    Listening to his incoherent words, Fugui had a lot to say in his heart, but at this moment he didn't know what to say. He could only close his eyes and let the tears flow.

    "The doctor asked everyone to prepare for your funeral." He pressed his trembling chin tightly against Fugui's left shoulder and touched Fugui's wound. Although he felt a dull pain, Fugui still hugged him tightly and felt the pain.  Warmth came from the heart of the comrades: "The injured comrades refused to go to treatment and said they would stay with you. Also, Liming picked up the doctor like crazy and threw him downstairs"

    "What's the matter with you? Why are you here in the emergency room?" Yang Jing pushed the wheelchair in and stood at the door looking at Du Lei angrily.

    Du Lei hurriedly let go of Fugui and wiped his red eyes. He, who had always been glib, actually looked like a child who had done something wrong, blushing and smiling: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

    Yang Jing pushed the wheelchair to the bedside and gently supported Fugui: "Be careful, don't touch the wound."

    Fugui was still immersed in the excitement of seeing his comrades. He broke away from her hand and said stubbornly: "Yang Jing, when I go to the general ward, am I going to be with my comrades? If I don't live with them, I won't go out."

    Yang Jing was startled for a moment, then looked up at Fugui and said, "What's going on? Which ward you live in depends on the head nurse's arrangements. Besides, if you are together, your emotions will not be stable, which will have an impact on your physical recovery.  ." After saying that, he lifted up Fugui's shirt and glanced at Du Lei accusingly: "You still don't believe this, look at it, just for a moment, the wound started to bleed."

    Du Lei lowered his head and smiled: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

    Fugui straightened his clothes, looked at Yang Jing and said, "Then go and tell your head nurse that I will live with them. If you don't agree, I will never leave this room."

    Yang Jing stood up and said awkwardly: "We should consider your health. Living together will really affect your recovery. I'm afraid" After saying this, she looked at Du Lei as if asking for help.

    Unexpectedly, Du Lei pretended not to see it, shook his head and looked around to avoid her gaze.

    &nbspFinally, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Fugui: "I believe that one day, this is not what I have waited for!"

    His words aroused Fugui's heart full of passion. Yes, they are comrades who have been born and died together, brothers who braved the hail of bullets and charged into battle together!  This is the case with comrades-in-arms. If one day you have to face a terrible death, you can leave the hope of life to your comrades-in-arms without hesitation.

    Fugui gently stroked the gauze on Jin Hui's body. He knew that these white gauze wrapped countless scars, and the evil bullets were shot so mercilessly on these flesh and blood bodies.  Every bullet threatens their hope of survival, but with infinite loyalty to the motherland, they use their lives to compose immortal myths, and use their own blood to create the strongest military soul!

    Those white gauze gradually became hazy in Fugui's eyes. In the blur of tears, he seemed to have returned to that originally peaceful night. The moon was still so bright and the white clouds were still so leisurely. However, the intensive gunshots gradually shook his eardrums.  The strings of fire from the muzzle are still so clear

    "That night, if I had made the right judgment, I could have killed the sniper, and I would have been able to join you." Fugui wiped his tears and looked at Jin Hui, saying apologetically: "I was too careless, and I was injured."  You are all hurt so badly.¡±

    Jin Hui looked out the window silently, his thoughts seemed to have returned to that night.  After a long while, he shook his head and said, "I can't blame you. We originally wanted to go up and join you, but the firepower of that group was too strong and we couldn't lift our heads."

    Fugui held Jin Hui¡¯s hand and felt his hand trembling slightly.  He guessed that the subsequent battle must have been more intense, and he asked Jin Hui: "What happened in the subsequent battle that night?" Jin Hui paused for a long time before murmuring: "Thankfully, Jiao Ji was there, otherwise, we would have really  There's no way to escape"

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