Manual of Space-Time Interference

"How is his current condition?" Yan Hongchang asked the director of the National Security Bureau and the doctor next to CD.

"There was too much blood loss, but it's not a big problem. The bullet in the right calf has been taken out, and there was no damage to the bones and ligaments. However, many soft tissues in his body were damaged, and the abrasions were very serious!"

"Will it have any impact on the future?" Yan Hongchang asked, closing the documents in his hand.

"If you recover well, you won't be right in the future..."

"I just need an exact answer!"

"No!" the doctor said affirmatively.

"Is the security ready?" Yan Hongchang continued to ask CD's director of national security, without the slightest pause in his hurried pace.

"Everything is in accordance with the highest standards, the arrangement has been completed, and the ward and everything in it have been checked!"

"Yeah!" Yan Hongchang nodded, looked at the ward where the dialect was located in front of him, turned back and handed the document in his hand to the CD's director of national security, "Go and have a look again to make sure you are safe!"

"it is good!"

Hearing the reply, Yan Hongchang nodded at the two soldiers who were standing guard in front of the door, pushed the door and walked in.

"It's here? It's a bit late!" Fang Yan asked without turning his head while lying on the hospital bed, watching the TV in front of him.

"How do you feel?" A smile appeared on Yan Hongchang's face as he walked over with Ling Ya.

"That's it, I won't die, but I may have to lie down for a few days." Fang Yan turned off the TV, put the remote control panel on the table beside him, turned his head and spread his hands helplessly.

"Take a good rest!" Yan Hongchang said with a smile, "Next..."

"Is the process right, I know, I just want to ask, can the curtain over there be opened?" Dialect said, looking at his right leg that had been hung up, his tone seemed a little weak.

"Haha! It's not a process, I mean, you will be transferred to another hospital later, it doesn't matter whether the curtains are drawn or not." Yan Hongchang laughed.

"Transfer?" There was a hint of doubt in Fang Yan's eyes.

"Yes, the field hospital in the CD military region." Yan Hongchang replied, picked up two water glasses and went to the water dispenser to pick up two glasses, and then handed a glass to Ling Ya behind him.

"It's not safe here, so the curtains here can't be opened yet." Yan Hongchang took a sip before continuing slowly, "Your safety is the most important thing, and only after these things are settled can you do the next step. matter."

"Okay..." Dialect lengthened his voice and lay down again.

"Director, everything is ready!" Ling Ya pressed the infinite headset on her ear, put the water glass on the table, and said to Yan Hongchang.

"Let's go as planned, and inform people outside that they can come in." Yan Hongchang replied, drinking most of the water left in the glass in one gulp.

"The medical team, you can come in, the security team, pay attention to everything outside!" Ling Ya said to the infinite headset, and then the door of the ward opened again.

Several doctors and nurses walked to the hospital bed of Dialect, and after saying a few precautions to Dialect, they gently put down the right leg hanging above the bed, and then took the hanging drip and put it on. He was transferred to a stretcher.

Nodding to Ling Ya and Yan Hongchang, the group walked out with the dialect and went directly to the roof.

"Helicopter..."

Dialect shouted softly, turned his head to look, then put his head back, and lay down on the stretcher safely.

He has not only sat on this thing, he can even drive it. In the previous training, he has basically learned a little bit about flying in the sky and running underground, except for those who floated at sea and underwater.

Not to mention anything else, at least some operations such as take-off and landing, he can still...

……

Lying on the hospital bed again, the curtains were finally pulled open. Dialect looked at the sun climbing the top of the mountain outside the window, turned to Yan Hongchang and said, "Lend me your phone, I'll call my dad!"

"Okay!" Yan Hongchang smiled and pointed to the table next to Dialect, "On it, there are mobile phones, tablets, and notebooks."

"..." Dialect was awkwardly silent for a moment. He had just entered the ward and didn't notice what was in the room, nor did he expect that the people from Guoan would think so thoroughly.

"We have considered these basic things very well." Yan Hongchang smiled, looked at the dialect who picked up the phone, winked at Ling Ya, then stood up and walked out together.

"Bang 嘡..."

The sound of bringing the door to the door was very slight, and the dialect smiled lightly. Looking at the colorful clouds outside the window, he took the mobile phone and dialed the most familiar phone number in his memory.

"Hello, dialect?" A familiar voice came, hoarse and vicissitudes. He raised his head and put the phone on his ear,

"Why don't you talk? Or is there something wrong with my phone?"

"No, it's just..."

"I thought there was something wrong with my mobile phone, but it's time to change it. It's been used for two years, and it's not very good after falling a few times." Laughter came from the microphone, the dialect listened, and the corners of the mouth also outlined a touch of light. Shallow smile.

"It's time to change. Don't you see that the current mobile phone is changed every year, don't save that little money." Dialect smiled.

"Alright! Alright! Alright! I'll go get another one tomorrow."

After the hearty voice came ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the phone's microphone fell into silence, Dialect opened his mouth, but found that he seemed to be unable to say anything...

"well enough?"

"It's good, but I can't come back..." Fang Yan smiled bitterly as he looked at his right leg that was re-suspended.

"It's okay, you are focusing on your career now." Fang Jianguo said, as if he sighed faintly over there, then continued to ask with a smile, "Is there any girl you like?"

"No..." Dialect seemed a little embarrassed, and his tone of voice was a little lighter, "Don't ask this every time, it depends on fate, it depends on fate..."

"By the way, how are you and Aunt Zhou now? When will you get married?" Dialect quickly changed the subject. He knew that if he continued to discuss his girlfriend, his father would definitely have endless names. For "hands-on" theory.

"That's it, soon!" Fang Jianguo snorted.

"Okay!" Fang Yan smiled, "Tell me when you get married, and I'll come back."

The microphone fell into silence again. After a long time, Fang Jianguo's voice sounded again. He was old, but he replied with a strong voice, "Okay!"

"Then I, hang up?" Dialect listened, but still spit out these two words.

"be careful!"

"Be happy..." Dialect said, listening to the busy tone coming from the microphone, the hand holding the mobile phone drooped down weakly.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on a corner of the hospital bed, and the setting sun in the distance gradually fell towards the horizon...

"Bang!"

The soft door opening sounded again, Fang Yan withdrew his gaze, looked at the two people in front of the hospital bed, smiled reluctantly, and said softly,

"Let's go through the process..."