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

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

Yang Jing helped him pick up the remaining fruits and toiletries. When he saw the tape recorder next to the bed, he picked up and asked Fugui: "This... do you still need it in the future?"

Fugui looked at the tape recorder in her hand and nodded and said, "Of course I need it! If I don't have it these days, I really don't know how to spend those lonely days."

Yang Jing silently put the recorder into a plastic bag and said quietly: "I'm afraid you will think it's noisy in the future." After that, he smiled slightly: "Wait a moment, I'll go push the wheelchair."

After she left, Fugui sorted out the patient's clothes. 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. He sighed secretly. The girl's thoughts were really difficult to understand. She was already fine, but suddenly she became so melancholy.

As soon as he put the recorder in, the door rang softly. When he turned around and looked, it was Du Lei!

Du Lei was leaning on a crutch and was covered with plaster on his calf. When he saw Fugui, his face turned red with excitement. He took two steps forward quickly until he could grab Fugui's hand, and then he shouted happily: "Good boy, we call you outside every day, but you are still indifferent, thinking that you really want to see God."

Fugui's nose was sour. 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 know each other, and murmured: "Now, you've finally gotten through it." The sincere emotions condensed into crystal tears in his eyes, which quietly rolled down his cheeks and dripped on their tightly held hands.

At that moment, Fugui's heart was trembling violently, and the blood around him was hitting the tears that had been closed. He bit his lower lip and suppressed the surging of the torrent, but his eyes were so sour that he couldn't control it. He hugged Du Lei tightly, and his chin pressed against Du Lei's trembling shoulders. Although he didn't want others to see him crying, a string of hot tears kept sliding down and flowing into his mouth...

"I just said... you will survive, but they said you are not... unsuccessful," although Fugui couldn't see Du Lei's face, but he felt that his hospital gown was wet with Du Lei's tears: "You don't know, we... we are all very sad. We are the best comrades! We can't leave you alone, our blood flows together, right?"

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

"The doctor said that everyone would prepare for your funeral," his trembling jaw pressed against Fugui's left shoulder tightly, touching Fugui's wound. Although he felt a faint pain, Fugui still hugged him tightly, feeling the warmth from his comrades' heart: "The injured comrades refused to go to treat, and they all said they would accompany you. Also, Dawn lifted the doctor up like crazy and threw it downstairs..."

"What's wrong with you? Why are you coming to the emergency room?" Yang Jing pushed the wheelchair and walked in, standing at the door and looking at Du Lei angrily.

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

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

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

Yang Jing was stunned for a moment, looked up at Fugui and said, "What's wrong? Which ward do you live in? You have to follow the arrangements of the head nurse. Besides, you will not be able to be stable when you are together, which will affect your physical recovery." After saying that, she lifted Fugui's top and glanced at Du Lei with a blamed look: "You don't believe this, look, after just a while, the wound will bleed."

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

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

Yang Jing stood up and said in embarrassment: "We should consider your health. Your living together will really affect your recovery. I'm afraid this condition..." After saying that, he looked at Du Lei as if he wanted help.

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

Yang Jing thought helplessly and discussed with Fugui: "How about this, you know Xu Ye, can you tell her yourself?"

"Xu Ye?" Fugui and Du Lei looked at each other, looked at Yang Jing in unison and asked, "Is it Ye Zi? Has she come back from school?"

Yang Jing nodded: "We only have one Xu Ye here. If she doesn't agree, I really can't do anything about it."

Du Lei stood up with a crutch and said, "Then I'll go with you. If she doesn't agree, I'll ask someone to tell her if she gives her face."

Yang Jing gave him a blank look: "All right, your leg injury has not healed yet, so you need to rest more."

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The one who followed Yang Jing was indeed the smiling Xu Ye.

So many years have passed, and Xu Ye is still like that, but her long and flowing hair has been cut short. She is not wearing a mask, and her white teeth are revealed while her frown and smiles.

Fugui was about to stand up, but Xu Ye walked over quickly to stop him: "Don't get up, your wound has not completely healed."

Fugui looked at her familiar smile and murmured: "Xiao Xu, are you...you are all right?"

Xu Ye smiled and said, "It's pretty good, thank you for remembering me. Yang Jing told me just now, why do you have to live with your comrades? Do you know, your injuries have not completely healed. If you live together, it will inevitably be emotional, which is not good for your recovery. We are also for your own good, so please understand if our work is good?"

Fugui was in front of her smile, and he really didn't know what to say. Do Du Lei's quick mouth and smiled and snatched it up and said, "Ye Zi... No, Xiao Xu, we are all old friends, just take care of us. To be honest, we have experienced life and death together, and we really don't want to separate. Besides, when we are not together, we will inevitably be lonely, which is as bad as our wounds, right? If we are together and in a good mood, it will be helpful to our recovery."

Xu Ye pondered for a moment, pulled Yang Jing to the door for a while, and walked over and said, "Okay, I'll help you adjust the ward. However, I have something to say first. After you live together, first, you can't shout loudly, second, you are not allowed to go to the ward casually, third, you must obey the nurse's nursing arrangements. Can you do these things?"

Du Lei jumped off the bed happily, accidentally touched the wound on his leg, bent down with his teeth in pain, Xu Ye and Yang Jing hurried over to support him, Xu Ye complained, "I'll just say it, you can't control your emotions at all, forget it, you still..."

Before she finished speaking, Du Lei gritted his teeth and stood up: "No, no, Ye Zi... No, Xiao Xu, you can't regret it. I was accidentally just now. I promised you that I will control your emotions in the future and will never be excited anymore, okay?"

Xu Ye and Yang Jing looked at each other and shook their heads and said, "I really can't do anything to you. If the commander had not given the order, I would never agree to you. Okay, you can live together, but remember the conditions I just proposed."

Yang Jing pushed Fugui forward along the curved passage, and Du Lei followed behind with a cane. There were many people here, some sitting on benches waiting anxiously, while others standing on one side and talking in groups of three or three. It was far less quiet than the emergency room.

Yang Jing turned several turns one after another, and finally stopped at the door of a ward. Du Lei walked a few steps and caught up, pushed open the door and shouted loudly, "Fatty, who are you here?"

Yang Jing glared at him, Du Lei smiled embarrassedly, nodded and bowed to accompany him to smile: "I'm sorry, I forgot that I can't shout loudly, I won't be the example, and I won't be the example."

Jin Hui, who was lying on the hospital bed, had already sat up. Seeing Fugui in the wheelchair, he reached out to him far away: "Fugui, is it you?"

Jin Hui obviously lost weight, and his legs were covered with white plaster. His upper body was not wearing a hospital gown. The white gauze almost wrapped around his whole body, and only a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.

Yang Jing slowly pushed Fugui closer to him. Fugui finally held Jinhui's hands. Jinhui held his hand tightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched for a while before choking and saying, "You finally got through!" Before he finished speaking, two lines of tears burst out from his eyes.

Fugui bit his lips and looked at his familiar comrades. The once strong man was tortured so haggardly by gunshot wounds all over his body. Only those bright eyes still had a firm look. He held Jin Hui's hand tightly and couldn't speak for a while. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold back the tears that were about to overflow, avoiding his eyes that looked at each other, nodding and saying, "Well, we all survived!"

Jin Hui shrank back his hand and wiped his tears, his eyes slowly left Fugui. Looking out the window, he seemed to be talking to himself: "When I woke up, they said... they said you were helpless, I don't believe it at all. We are comrades-in-arms, brothers who have experienced countless life and death together. Why... why are you willing to leave us like this?" After saying that, he withdrew his eyes and looked at Fugui: "I believe that one day, this is not waiting!"

His words aroused the passion of wealth and noble. Yes, they were comrades who had been through life and death together, and brothers who charged in battle in the rain of bullets! This is the case with comrades. If one day faces a terrible death, then you can definitely leave the hope of life to your comrades without hesitation.

Fugui gently stroked the gauze on Jinhui's body. He knew that these white gauze were wrapped in countless scars, and the sinful bullets were shot ruthlessly on these flesh and blood bodies. Each bullet threatened their hope of survival, but with their infinite loyalty to the motherland, they used their lives to write immortal myths, and used their own blood to forge the strongest military soul!

The white gauze gradually became hazy in Fugui's eyes. With tears in his eyes, 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 dense gunshots gradually shook his ear drums, and the strings of fire lights emitted from the muzzle were still so clear...

"That night..., if I did not make any mistakes in my judgment, I could kill the sniper and I would be able to meet you." Fugui wiped his tears and looked at Jinhui, and said apologetically: "It was me who was too careless, which made you all hurt so much."

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

Fugui held Jin Hui's hand and felt his hand trembling slightly. He guessed that the battle would have been even more intense. He asked Jin Hui: "What happened in the battle that night?" Jin Hui paused for a long time before muttering: "Fortunately, Jiao Ji, otherwise, we really can't escape..."
Chapter completed!