The pretty nurse girl has a very homely name, Huang Li, probably because her name resembles that kind of bird. Her voice is clear and pleasant, and there are a few playful freckles scattered around the tip of her nose. The sound feels exceptionally light.
She walked out of the lounge with her lunch box, turned the door handle gently, glanced carefully at the empty corridor behind her, and walked in quietly, but she didn't immediately walk behind the curtain, looking at the back of the man who was taking a drip, subconsciously He covered his forehead.
She didn't know what kind of demon she was in, but she actually took in this patient who didn't know where she came from. Yes, there is nothing wrong with Gong Zisi's officer certificate, but why did she make such a risky decision? Is it because of the adventurous impulse that girls have subconsciously? Or was it just because the officer commander was so charming
Huang Li smiled self-deprecatingly, lifted the curtain and walked in, put the warm lunch box on the table, checked the data on the electronic infusion pump, sat down a little cautiously, and asked, "Would you like an anesthesia? Pump over?"
"No, thank you." Shi Qinghai glanced at her with a smile, pointed to the wound wound on the calf wrapped by the bullet, and said, "I didn't touch the bone, I don't need periosteal repositioning, it's not that painful."
"By the way, here are the serum protein and anticoagulant you want, as well as three heavy dose tin sheets." Huang Li took out the medicine bottle from the bag, looked at Shi Qinghai on the bed doubtfully, and asked, "Why do you want to these things?"
"I have a DVT."
Shi Qinghai opened the medicine and started taking it. He didn't say thank you, but he knew that even in the Army General Hospital, it was very difficult to get these military medicines. This lovely nurse girl in front of him could be said to be naive and naive. Lie, but this is not a kind of pure and clean kindness.
"Deep vein thrombosis?" Huang Li tried hard to recall the contents of the elective pharmacy in the nursing department.
"Yes, you see, I can't wash my blood in this state, so I have to use medicine to bear it." Shi Qinghai frowned, resisting the burning sensation caused by the medicine in his stomach, and rolled up his clothes after a moment of silence. He looked at her and said sincerely, "Huang Li, can you do a blood test for me?"
"No problem, the electronic spectrum analyzer is next door."
Huang Li smiled sweetly, took out the blood collection needle and the restraint strap very swiftly, and put it on Shi Qinghai's arm, slender fingers rubbed quickly in his smooth elbow.
"It may be necessary to use a centrifugal pump." Shi Qinghai watched the bright red blood slowly enter the small transparent bottle in her palm, and said a little embarrassedly: "I may need a whole set of protein decompression procedures, so routine serum tests must be done. ."
"I don't understand the protein compression procedure." Huang Li took off the blood meter, looked at him and asked, "What instruments and medicines are needed?"
"I'll give you an order later." Shi Qinghai replied.
Huang Li subconsciously covered her forehead again. The pale pink nurse hat was about to fall behind her jet-black hair. She widened her eyes and sighed with a silly energy: "How do you know everything? Is it a military school? It also teaches clinical medicine? I see your level, you can enter our hospital as an attending physician."
Shi Qinghai was very accustomed to the little girl looking at him with admiration and shock, leaning on the head of the bed and smiling and replying, "Isn't that an exaggeration? I've said it many times, but I don't know how to have children."
It was already night, and a suppressed cough sounded in the lounge. Shi Qinghai wiped the pea-sized sweat beads from his forehead due to the pain, and with the distressed help of the nurse, he fell asleep.
After being woken up by Zhang Xiaomeng's phone call, Xu Le could no longer fall asleep. He stood at the window in pajamas with his waist on his arms, looking at the rising sun that had just poked his head out of Xilin Sunset Island, his thick eyebrows were extremely tight and worried. Not like him at all.
Suppressing the strong unease in his heart, he held on to his lower back like a stone and waited for 40 minutes. Finally, there was a response from the capital city. Gu Xifeng reported in the video email that the FBI did not raise the alarm since ten o'clock yesterday morning. Security level, but it is obvious that there are changes in the buildings in the three states, but the ones who appear in the unplanned area are the special agents of the special forces war room of the first military region.
As for Shi Qinghai's whereabouts, Gu Xifeng had no clue, or the entire federal government had no answer, because the departments he was monitoring seemed to be looking for someone, trying to determine someone's life or death.
Because it was related to Shi Qinghai's safety, Xu Le didn't pay attention to the rules of the army at all, and directly contacted the seven team members who had returned to S1 and asked them to find the guy in the shortest time. They didn't find any traces, and naturally they couldn't give Shi Qinghai any help.
What's more terrifying is that Gu Xifeng has confirmed that it was not the FBI that shot Shi Qinghai, but the special forces of the federal military. This kind of special forces is very similar to the seven groups of the year, and they are best at assassination. Special tasks such as sniping, so Xu Le was very worried about that guy's safety.
Sitting back on the sofa with his head in his arms, the blazing autumn sunshine outside the window came in, and he drew a dim shadow on Xu Le's half-crowned upper body, and he asked in a deep voice, "You haven't checked it out yet. arrive?"
After the questioning, the Federal Central Computer immediately showed a line of white light symbols in his left eye pupil.
"Can't find it."
Xu Le sat up straight, staring at the half of the ashtray that had been burning but forgot to smoke, and asked in a hoarse voice, "How could you not find it!"
"I just can't find it. Citizen Shi Qinghai's chip signal is interrupted and cannot be located."
Xu Le's eyes twitched nervously, swallowed his saliva, and asked with difficulty, "Is he dead?"
The Charter computer paused for a relatively long time and replied, "It shouldn't be, but it can't be located. In the past tens of thousands of years, this situation has not been uncommon, such as the shielding of heavy metal ore layers, such as the interference of signal relay stations by electromagnetic storms. "
"But it's been almost an hour. It's not common to be unable to locate for a long time." Xu Le lay on his back on the sofa with no expression in his eyes, and said, "When you wanted the uncle, he used chip replacement, so you can't Tracking. What is this long period of inability to locate?"
"Abnormal situation 1-71, a miniature signal shielding instrument was developed, more precisely a mantle wave camouflage instrument, this instrument can play a certain role."
"You mean, Shi Qinghai shouldn't have died at this time, but activated that kind of equipment?"
"Yes."
Xu Le was more familiar than anyone with the device that glowed with faint blue light, but he never imagined that Shi Qinghai actually had one in his hand. He frowned, fell into a long silence, and suddenly said: "If the staff of the Chartered Bureau conducts manual positioning, will they judge that Shi Qinghai is dead?"
"No, because I will provide technical support and raise the illogical doubt that the three-y coincidence positioning suddenly disappears."
"If you're silent, the Charter Bureau will think he's dead?"
"Yes, if I need to be silent, I need authorization."
"I authorize you to be silent."
In the autumn sunshine, Xu Le rubbed the sore brows and issued authorization to the Federal Central Computer. In the distant S1 spring breeze, the Charter Bureau confirmed the death of Shi Qinghai to various key federal departments.
In the inpatient department building of the Army General Hospital, the rest room for female nurses is not large. There is a small window in the south facing the grass and green trees downstairs, which communicates the fresh spring air.
The shirts were neatly folded on the head of the bed, the pistol with full magazines was placed on the left side of the pillow, and under the right side was the magical gadget that emitted blue light and blocked the brilliance of the Constitution. After retracting, it naturally falls on this small tool.
Back then, in the washing room behind Liufengpo Club, the legendary intelligence leader who defected from the Cao family to join the revolution, smoking a cigarette and telling the truth that he was dying of cancer, while leaving the most important legacy of his life to two people. Personally, he gave Zhang Xiaomeng the deep sea of Qinglong Mountain Four Sections, and Shi Qinghai the faint blue light.
The door was pushed open, and the breathless Huang Li walked in with her umbrella and lunch box in between. Probably because she was walking too fast, the little nurse's face was flushed like an apple.
While wiping the tableware, she explained: "The second cafeteria is making winter melon stewed ribs today. I heard that the taste is quite good, and I can't taste the synthetic flavor at all, so I went to the surgical building to fight it, and I came a little late."
Shi Qinghai smiled and looked at this kind and lovely little nurse without saying anything. He has been hiding in this cramped nurse's restroom for two days. It is obvious that the little nurse doesn't have many friends in the hospital, nor does he seem to have any family in the Capital Territory, so he has a lot of time to take care of him. superior.
Huang Li carefully pressed the rice into the pork rib soup with a metal spoon, added some olives, stirred it evenly, and put it in front of Shi Qinghai, glanced at the infusion tube on his left hand, and said with a smile, "Do you want me to feed it? ?"
"Come on by yourself."
Shi Qinghai retracted his knees, put the lunch box on it, and ate slowly, occasionally coughing twice in a low voice.
Huang Li quietly looked at the handsome profile of this mysterious officer. For some reason, she felt that her cheeks were a little hot, and subconsciously placed her hands frozen by the rain on either side of her cheeks, and said in a low voice, "These two days in the cafeteria. People are laughing at me for eating too much, and actually, there are people who guess I'm pregnant... It's all your fault."
Shi Qinghai raised his head and looked at her innocently until he turned her face from a red apple into the sun that was born in the morning.
"No, that's not what it meant." Huang Li hurriedly explained with her fingers twisted, not daring to look into his eyes at all.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Shi Qinghai suddenly asked.
"No." Nurse Huang Li was probably thinking of some past events, and the front of her thin eyebrows frowned, as if she was hiding some deep sadness.
"It seems that there are many men without eyes." Shi Qinghai smiled, still charming, but his lips were a little purple, and his smile was a little difficult.