"You wake up..."

Tears on the back of his hand, there is temperature, he knew that he was alive, read the first time to get to his side.

"Don't cry..."

He painstakingly raised his hand to wipe her tears, and then he quickly clenched his hand and wiped his tears: "I don't want to cry."

He has survived. Of course, she won't cry, but the tears just can't be stopped.

"Does it still hurt?"

Shen Zhaozheng pulled the corners of his mouth with a smile: "the anesthetic effect is still there, no pain at all, really."

When the time came, Shen Zhaozheng was placed in the ward. He thought that it was good to be injured, so that he could go to the military region hospital in Haicheng for a period of time.

No one can't get along with the patient.

The doctors and nurses settled him down and took care of him carefully. Shen Zhaozheng said in a soft voice, "read, sleep for a while."

My heart is still beating. Where can I sleep?

She leaned back in a chair: "you sleep."

The anesthetic worked, and after a while he fell asleep again.

Thinking of holding his hand, feeling his steady breathing, not a moment lying on the edge of the bed also fell asleep.

The police sent out a lot of police to investigate the assassination of lieutenant general Shen.

The next day, the doctor and the nurse did an examination, showed that the bullet was fired by one centimeter, which was very dangerous.

God's blessing.

After feeding him breakfast, Shen Zhaozheng thinks that this injury is nothing at all. He also says that he can walk on the ground now. Of course, this is only to Gu Nian. In front of outsiders, it still needs to be installed.

Soon, the police sent people over. The portrait experts worked all night. According to the clues provided by the witnesses, they probably drew some outlines, which also indicated that they were wanted all over the country. The customs also received such portraits, and they would focus on investigation when they appeared on camera.

Shen Zhaozheng looked at the fuzzy portrait and looked at the thought: "who will it be?"

"Do you think it will be the night sun?" he frowned

Shen Zhaozheng nodded. It was really like what ye Xu would do. His mother was sent to prison by them. In order to protect him, his mother let others think that he had reported it by himself. He carried a lot of burden in his heart, but it was easy to get psychological distortion. The consequence of psychological distortion is crazy revenge. No matter whether innocent or not, you made me become the son of the prisoner It's just damned.

The police soon left the hospital. In August, the heating was sufficient and the sun was warm outside. Shen Zhaozheng raised his hand and touched her head: "has Haicheng asked for leave?"

"Xiaomi, please leave me to take care of you on the way."

Shen Zhaozheng smiles: "I apply for transfer to Haicheng military region hospital for recuperation."

This kind of gunshot wound will definitely be approved after three months' rest.

Care to frown: "body injury, so bumpy, OK?"

"It's OK. Take the high-speed rail. It's not bumpy."

She really missed him. If she could go to live in Haicheng for a while, or someone would take care of him, she would be more at ease.

Now it's time to catch the culprit of the assassination.

Shen Zhaozheng was assassinated this time. He only informed the second elder sister of Yejia. Yeting rushed to the hospital and didn't have time to care about anything. Shen Zhaozheng arranged a task: "second sister, you should have a good observation of yexu recently."

Originally, yeting was very hostile to yexu. After all, Huang Wei's mother was the culprit. How could yexu have a good face.