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Barracks dormitory.
Li Xianjin lay on the bed, yelling non-stop. The military doctor sprinkled anti-inflammatory powder on his wound, taped him, put the medicine box on his back and left.
At this time, Sun Hu sneaked up to Li Xianjin's bed and said softly to Li Xianjin: "Vice Commander Yue, I want you to get better tomorrow afternoon, and then--" Sun Hu whispered to Li Xianjin's ear.
"Okay, I will definitely go. If you don't report the hatred of these thirty army sticks, you will never give up!" Li Xianjin gritted his teeth.