Chapter 1689

From the back, K7 saw that the road was as lofty as a mountain, and that the figure of the lighthouse in the hearts of all the comrades stood straight and upright with "keep away from strangers", until several passing nurses walked around with a worried face.

"It's going to take a while. Sit down." K7 came to stand beside him, looked at the red light on the rescue room, and reminded again, "are you going to touch Ye Jian's face with your blood if you don't deal with these two bruises?"

Xia Jinyuan raised his hand, looked at the palm, and finally moved his steps.

When he sat in the cold plastic chair, he looked at the K7. In the light, there was a little sweat on his clean forehead. He asked, "is there any sequela after rescue?"

"More." K7 always keep the words simple, hand over the medical items in his hand, "bandage yourself."

Oh, let him worry more, then fight hard, why do you know that?

Xia Jinyuan saw that his comrades in arms were in a bad mood, just as he was. He didn't ask more after taking the medicine. Now he has no mood to talk. It doesn't matter if he has any sequelae. As long as she lives well, as long as his "life" lives well.

"What are you trying to do with her?" K7 didn't hold back, so he asked her angrily, "what are you thinking about when you beat her like this!"

What are you thinking? What was he thinking?

He thought of those comrades who had died, those who had never come back, those who had not found their bodies so far and let the spirit return to their hometown.

"R2 remember?" The injured right hand once wrapped around the injured left hand, and the voice of Xia Jinyuan with drooping eyes was so bitter that it seemed to add Huang Lian, "she walked the same way as R2, so I was afraid."

The old way of R2!

K7's body is a shock, and his fingertips are trembling slightly. In order to cover up his attitude, some of K7's actions are rude. He takes the gauze in xiajinyuan's right hand and pesters it for a while, but he doesn't say a word more in his mouth.

R2 is their comrade in arms. He died abroad two years ago. He didn't go on that mission, but requested to go on his own.

He said that he used to be his best brother, and he wanted to personally solve the problem of his best brother and give an account to the country.

He died in the hand of a brother who was so good that he could interact with each other on his back. The front line came back with the news that he asked the best brother before his death if he died on his gun, so that he could stop at a precipice and turn himself in.

The man said, "if he dies, he will return home and surrender himself."

R2 tested the last brother and used his own life to test. As a result No, I'm really testing my life.

From the side door of the hospital, the members of the snowy area brigade who went up the fire stairs came to feel the atmosphere was different. Xia Jinyuan's back head, wrapped in his hands, was resting on the cold wall, his eyes closed expressionless.

K7, sitting in the plastic chair opposite him, holds his helmet and lowers his head. He doesn't know what he's thinking.

There is no communication between the two people, but there is a heavy and depressing mood between them. This What's up? Can't the bluebird be?

Everyone in the heart brush "Deng" next, then speed up the pace, with a cold walk, J5 deep expression, asked in a low voice, "how is it?"

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