"Three days later, the reporter was hit by an air strike when he returned to China and died of an air crash."

"..." Damn, don't be so cold and humorous, okay! Shu Ge's face froze.

I thought the reporter really died of spraining his ankle.

He didn't say anything anymore, took out a medicine bottle and opened the cap with his thumb.

The stimulating smell that urges the brain rushes into Shu Ge's nose. You don't need to look at it and know it should be ointments or something.

In a country that may be in danger at any time and is a soldier, these drugs are probably a must-have for you.

She did not refuse anymore. Just as she was about to take the ointment, he pressed her hand, picked up a ball of ointment and applied it evenly near the bruise on her wrist, and then gently massaged it in.

She was stunned from the first second he applied medicine to herself, and after recovering from the consciousness, she did not dare to move.

Unexpectedly, he would apply medicine to himself.

After taking the medicine, I took out my hand and couldn't even say thank you.

The general is applying medicine to himself, and a thank you seem to be useless.

After a while, he was spitting and wanted to push the cart door: "If nothing is wrong, I'll go in first. My colleague is still in the hospital, so I guess he's looking for me."

It's also not good at it.

After pushing for a long time, I still couldn't successfully open it.

He leaned over and helped her open the car door. When he passed by her, the tip of his nose rubbed against her cheek, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

She was burned by the fire and quickly prepared to get off the car, but she heard him shouting behind her back: "Wait a minute."

She was not afraid of sweating when she encountered the commotion just now. At this moment, she was sweating and she was stagnant and looked at him.

He found a clean sheet of facial paper and wiped the dust off her face.

After a riot just now at the hospital gate, her hair was messy, and her white and delicate little face was stained with several dirty parts, but she didn't know it.

It was dirty like a clean little white rabbit.

She loves cleanliness, no matter where she is.

Maybe after he had just applied medicine by himself, Shu Ge was mentally prepared and was not too shocked.

Holding your breath, you can only convince yourself vigorously in your heart—

He is just caring for and sympathizing with his compatriots...

Well, that must be the case.

Until he finished wiping, she hurriedly thanked her, turned around and jumped off the off-road.

**

After a day of work, Shu Ge, Le Weitian and several other colleagues returned to the dormitory.

Uncle Chen had heard about the refugee riots in the hospital today, and was a little anxious. When he saw a few people coming back safely, he felt a little heart and asked carefully about the past.

Le Weitian comforted: "Uncle Chen, don't worry, we are lucky, we have met Adjutant Yu and the others again."

When Uncle Chen heard this, he was a little surprised. After asking again, he realized that the people from the army had appeared in time today and stopped the riot. He couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

The last time, these two girls went to Erwa Village to encounter danger and met the officers patrolling the troops. It can be said that they were lucky.

Is it luck again this time?

Could it be that the general who sent someone to follow his colleagues on the TV station?

Thinking about the fact that the general left Shu Ge and Le Weitian in the military camp for several days, he couldn't help but feel more thoughtful. He looked at Shu Ge.

It is obviously not reasonable to use military forces to protect TV station staff.

No foreign journalists have ever enjoyed this kind of treatment.

Who is the purpose of that Mr. Fu doing this... for?

The first reaction was because of Shu Ge.

Seeing Uncle Chen staring at him with suspicious eyes, Shu Ge seemed to have some guesses, and handed the interview package to Le Weitian:
Chapter completed!