Compared to Wang Meng's soldiers with gloomy faces, the young female nurse still called Luo Er with a wink, after all, he was the kindest one of these people. Indeed, Luo Er was gentle and respectful to the doctor and nurse who treated his wife, and he was still frank and flirted. He was no longer a slut.

In the clean duty room, the nurse sat at a table with mottled paint, lowered her head and took out the registration form, "Comrade, please cooperate with the patient's information according to regulations?"

"Okay, OK," Luo Erwei replied straight, with an absolutely cooperative expression on his face, "But nurse, is the doctor who performed my wife's surgery a man or a woman?"

Just now, Hululu took out a lot of things. Luo Er saw several doctors in a hurry, including men and women, and felt very uneasy. If the male doctor went to the operating table, he might as well have let Asakawa Chishan have undergone a shrapnel surgery. The conditions here are too disappointing.

"Your wife? Is she also an officer?" The nurse with a mask blinked her eyes and raised her head, and asked Luo Er seriously. This is a military hospital. If there are local wounded people, doctors' arrangements, bed ward allocation, charges, etc., the difference will be great.

"Of course, she is the rank of a major in the People's Army and a regiment-level cadre," Luo Er raised his head proudly and praised with pride; Park Ji-sun's rank has been retained with tacit approval, and was inexplicably promoted a while ago. When he received the news, Luo Er was both proud and disappointed.

"Oh, the name of the injured? Cause of the injury?" Thinking of the work in his hand, the nurse hurriedly grabbed the pen and began to ask according to the content on the form.

"Park Ji-sun, the grenade fragment was damaged. The wound has been initially treated, but there are still five wounds that are sensitive to the position and need surgery to remove the shrapnel." Speaking of this, Luo Er's voice became much deeper, and he swept the outside of the window from the corner of his eyes.

Feeling the change in Luo Er's voice, the nurse thought Luo Er was calculating about the doctor's problem. She quickly explained in a low voice. "The person who was undergoing surgery today is the female military doctor in our army. She is on duty for surgery all day," she wouldn't have been too lazy to explain if it weren't for the squeamish aura of those guys Wang Meng.

"You men, petty. Doctors have surgery, and they can distinguish between men and women. What have they never seen before? Feudal thoughts," muttered in a low voice. The nurse ignored Luo Er's increasingly gloomy face, "Major Park's army number?"

In the wide yard outside the window, Luo Er saw several soldiers. Under the leadership of a middle-aged officer, he strode towards the truck. He couldn't help but feel a little slap in his heart. He hurriedly smiled and took out two large pieces of chocolate. "Nurse, you are troubled, try our trophy first, I'll come back soon after I go out."

Putting the chocolate in the nurse's hand, Luo Er hurried out of the duty room and quickly walked towards the truck outside. Now that Ashan has just entered the operating room, it will take an hour to delay no matter how much he drips. During this hour, there will be no restlessness in the hospital, otherwise the shrapnel will not be taken out, which will come from the day when he regrets it.

In the operating room, military doctor Hua Xiuyan was wearing disinfection clothes, and in the steel surgical tray next to her, there were a series of new surgical instruments, which made her unable to help but look at the injured person carefully. The injured person who was suddenly sent, as well as these medicines and equipment, all hint at the special nature of the injured person's identity.

In the X-ray room, she had seen the wounded man's wounds, with a large number of shrapnel on the side. Although the back and neck diameter were well treated, the shrapnel on the armpits and the sides of the ribs need to be cleaned out as soon as possible.

"Maybe, it's an officer of the special force," thinking of this, Hua Xiuyan secretly shook her body and whispered, "Prepare anesthetic,"

The same idea as Hua Xiuyan, the female nurse in the hospital duty room hid the precious chocolate and was about to go out, when the dean wearing glasses rushed in.

"Qianlan, is there a wounded person entering the operating room?" The dean asked softly, picking up the registration form on the table and flipping through it casually.

"Yes, the dean, it's a grenade shrapnel injury. I'm about to report to you. Dr. Hua has already entered," the nurse nodded and responded, and lowered her voice, "Dean, is a female major, she looks very beautiful, but half of her face is injured."

"Major?" The dean's movement suddenly stopped. The young nurse was ignorant. However, the dean who was promoted to military doctor was very clear. In the People's Army, female majors were rare, so why did they go to this mountain field hospital?

The eyes behind the lens turned left and right a few times, and the dean quickly opened the registration form. In the last column, he suddenly saw a clear name: Park Ji-sun.

"Park Ji-sun, why does this name look so familiar?" The dean murmured to himself, then looked at the curious nurse beside him, grinned and reached out to pinch her ass twice, "Go, go and stare at the operating room, and go to my place to report on work on time tonight,"

"Oh, I know, but the wounded person has not finished registering yet," the blushing nurse glared at her lover shyly, but she leaned forward; she and the dean who was nearly ten years older than her were in the hot state of dry fire, and she wanted to stick together all day long.

"I'll write it, you go out first," the thoughtful dean forced a smile and kissed the nurse on the face, but obviously she was not in a mood; "Okay," the nurse took out a piece of chocolate from her pocket, thoughtfully put it in the dean's pocket, and hurried out.

Sitting on the chair, the dean played with the chocolate in his hand and looked at the extremely simple registration form. He could only shake his head helplessly when he was careless about the nurse. Who made him meet this lover of Ma Daha?

Inadvertently, I saw the faint English on the chocolate packaging foil. The dean looked at it carefully, "usa", and then looked at the name of the person on the registration form. The expression on his face suddenly solidified. Park Ji-sun, wasn't it the one who was far away in Luojiashan by the sea? Why, why did he run here and enter the operating room.

The severity of the loss of composure made him forget to check the young nurse's pocket and stuff the chocolate into his inner pocket in a panic. The entangled director didn't have time to think about it. He grabbed the phone and shook the handle, "Is the switchboard? I'm Hospital 209, please transfer to the duty room of the 531 regiment,"

In the hospital courtyard, the officer was parked next to the truck in the corner, cursing loudly with his hips on his hips. Several soldiers who had checked the vehicles also stared at their eyes and kicked the tires angrily.

"Call me. You guys, you're practicing your voice here for nothing," behind him, Luo Er's faint voice came slowly. Turning back, the officer was very dissatisfied with Di Luo Er when he saw it.

"Who are you? Show your ID." Seeing Luo Er's brand new field uniform, new military boots on his feet, and the officer wearing a wool-blend uniform, his eyes immediately widened.

If Luo Er hadn't had the uniforms on him, which were very similar to those special forces uniforms, the officers would have greeted him with his arrogant words because of Luo Er's unequal military rank.

"Well, grandson, who are you? You don't respect the superior when you see him, and you're so desperate." Seeing this clear rank in the army, Luo Er really looked down on the young officer with the rank of a second lieutenant, although he seemed a little older.

Such a provocative tone made the second lieutenant stunned, and stopped the soldiers behind him who were eager to try, "Comrade, please ask your name and unit number." Luo Er did not have the rank of military, and he did not dare to ask questions easily.

"Robertchu, Captain officer, unit number, hum, your level is not enough," said vainly and truthfully. Luo Er stepped forward and stared coldly at this bad-faced guy; when he left the People's Army, his military rank was really captain.

In broad daylight, Luo Erlang had a fierce look. Although he looked very handsome, the lieutenant suddenly felt that he seemed to have hit an iron wall. The officer of the special forces, compared with the field forces, he saw that the official was one level higher, not to mention that he was still a captain.

"Report to Captain Luo, I am Han Sanhe, the second lieutenant of the 531st Artillery Regiment. He was ordered to receive local supplies," Han Sanhe stood at attention with a loud voice with respect. Seeing this, the soldiers behind him stood in shame, lowered their eyebrows and did not dare to speak.

"Maintenance?" Luo Er glanced at the truck not far away and suddenly realized that he must have recognized the car, or he could follow him to the hospital.

"Yes, our regiment is at the fork in the next road. The supplies delivered every three days have been dragged for a day. Just now, one of my soldiers saw the car. Hehe, come in and take a look," Han Sanhe replied honestly with a simple smile on his face, no one else was as arrogant as before.

If Luo Er hadn't seen him for three minutes with his own eyes, he would have regarded him as a dull officer.

"That's right," Luo Er nodded disapprovingly, "We came from the south. It was urgent to send the wounded. The truck was requisitioned halfway. Local comrades and supplies. They will find another vehicle to deliver it in the afternoon. You can wait," Luo Er raised his brow and suddenly had an inspiration in his mind. "How far is this in the regiment headquarters?"

When it comes to wounded, they are definitely from the 38th parallel. Han Sanhe, who thought he is smart, quickly changed the topic with understanding.

"Not far, about one thousand meters away from the hospital," Han Sanhe, who was a military secret, did not dare to mention any documents, and pointed to the mountains to the east.

"Okay, I have a confidential information. Take me to see your leader. Maybe I know you," Luo Er kindly took out a pack of cigarettes, tore open the seal, and kindly dispersed everyone. The black English on the cigarette made the sharp-eyed Han Sanhe smile even more vigorously.

The seized foreign things taste different when they are smoked.

The first nail that was inserted secretly starts with your cannon group. Who made you so close to Luojiashan? He put half a pack of cigarettes into Han Sanhe's pocket, and Luo Er put it on his shoulder like an old friend.

Without mentioning Luo Er, he followed the enthusiastic Han Sanhe and went to the artillery regiment with a smile. He said that in the hospital duty room, the director finished the phone call with sweat. After hesitating for a while, he still did not issue an alarm. He saw the soldier with a gun outside the operating room from afar, otherwise he would not have come to check the registration form in person.

Walking on the way to the 531st Artillery Regiment, the three military vehicles that were flying by were crowded with officers and soldiers with live ammunition. Their rosy complexion on their faces was simply a difference between heaven and earth compared to Han Sanhe's face.

"Cao, which unit is this? I want to hit someone to death," Han Sanhe and Luo Er hid on the side of the road, making their subordinates pay attention to safety, and began to murmur.

"Uh, aren't they from your artillery group?" Luo Er looked back indifferently, "It seems that his morale is very high."

"High, very high, one of them eats and drinks well. Maybe it's a special operations company that is training, and you're treated well," he complimented Luo Er with enviousness, and Han Sanhe secretly apologized, "We are the artillery regiment, where are there so many infantry?"

Looking up, the sentry on the road was like a five-step stand, which made the second lieutenant look tight, "What's the situation? Is it a big man here?"

Luo Er, who had long discovered that the harsh garrison here, pulled Han Sanhe in surprise and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you like this before?" He was used to seeing the defensive formations of his subordinates. Although he looked down on such a cordon with many loopholes, he didn't really think about it.

"No, it must be the leader, at least a military-level cadre," welcomed the experienced lieutenant, looked ahead carefully, and said to Luo Er in embarrassment, "Captain Luo, are you still going in with us?"

"Go, why don't you? I'm not a child, I'm just having fun," Luo Er patted the lieutenant's shoulder, feeling happy; damn, if you don't choose the bonus of the door, I'm sorry that Ashan was hurt for being hurt.
Chapter completed!