Early the next morning, the warm winter sun softly fell on the base of the Fourth Squadron, with military flags fluttering and waving in the wind. So soldiers were returning from morning training outside, chanting in unison, their expressions firm, their steps powerful, forming a neat line as they rushed into the dormitory building. On a balcony of the office building, Wu Jin quietly watched this scene with a worried face, brooding over sothing.
"Knock knock!" Soone knocked on the door, it was Wu Miao who entered.
Wu Jin quickly walked into the living room, gestured for Wu Miao to sit down and talk, then asked, "Are they two okay?"
"They've been thoroughly checked. The external injuries are minor, but they've caught a severe cold. They need to go to a place with warm weather for recovery. This icy cold place is unsuitable," Wu Miao quickly said, recalling two hours ago when the helicopter brought the unconscious Luo Zheng over, his state looking frightening.
"What about Lan Xue?" Wu Jin asked thoughtfully.
"Xue Er's health wasn't fully recovered to begin with, and now it's worsened. She must be forcibly treated, and it must be in a hot place to recover quickly," Wu Miao said seriously.
"A hot place? It's currently winter, and the only suitable place is a southern island. We'll arrange it right away, and prepare, so you can send them over as soon as possible. In fact, why not have the entire Fourth Squadron go? We have a recovery base there, very quiet and private, free from outside disturbances," Wu Jin said.
"A southern island, okay," Wu Miao pondered and said.
"There's no ti to lose. We absolutely can't let them develop any chronic illnesses. Your Fourth Squadron is indeed exhausted and needs a good rest. Hurry up and prepare. We'll leave in half an hour," Wu Jin said.
"Yes." Wu Miao quickly agreed, got up and left.
Wu Miao entered the hospital room, hearing voices inside. When she opened the door, she saw several officers of the Fourth Squadron surrounding Lan Xue, asking questions. Luo Zheng was still lying on the bed asleep, with furrowed brows and a grim expression, as if thinking of sothing terrifying, looking heart-wrenching.
"Military Doctor Wu is here. When will he wake up?" Hong ihua pointed at Luo Zheng and asked.
"That depends on himself, two days at most, one day at the quickest. However, our Fourth Squadron combat personnel have all suffered so degree of cold from the Snowfield operation and need to go to a place with warm weather for recovery. I've already discussed with Director Wu, get ready, we'll leave in half an hour for the southern island," Wu Miao said seriously, her gaze falling on the sleeping Luo Zheng with worry.
Everyone knew Military Doctor Wu had a thing for Luo Zheng, but nobody ntioned it, pretending not to see. After this mission, Lan Xue has complete trust in Luo Zheng, and doesn't mind anymore. Hong ihua glanced at everyone and said, "Is the entire Fourth Squadron going?"
"Yes, Director Wu said so, says everyone is tired and it's a good chance to rest together," Wu Miao replied.
"Alright, everyone, notify down the ranks, get ready, we're going on vacation," Hong ihua said with a smile, glanced at Ghost Hand and others, who all got up to leave. Hong ihua took a look at Lan Xue and also left.
Lan Xue looked at Wu Miao and smiled faintly, "Don't worry, he'll be alright, I trust him. You're a doctor, you should know his condition better, don't worry. I'll go pack so things for him, you keep an eye on him." Then she got up and walked out.
"Wait a mont." Wu Miao called out to Lan Xue, sowhat awkwardly saying, "I've heard about you two. In that situation, he could have run and saved himself, no one would have known. But he risked his life to save you, the feelings he has for you are irreplaceable. I can't compete with you, I won't compete anymore, I wish you well."
"Thank you." Lan Xue paused, then smiled faintly, "What we have is beyond simple feelings; there's camaraderie, life-and-death bonds. I would die for him without hesitation, and he'd do the sa. It's sothing outsiders can't fully understand. I know you like him, that's okay. You can love him, but might not receive his love in return. I hope you realize this, don't delay your own happiness. We're all won, I understand you, don't bla you, just a friendly reminder."
"Yes, I understand, thank you for your understanding, go ahead, I need to prepare too," Wu Miao said gratefully.
Lan Xue turned to leave, and Wu Miao looked at Luo Zheng with a complex expression for a long while, exhaled deeply as if letting go of sothing, and also turned to leave.
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Half an hour later, two Z-8 transport helicopters arrived, picking everyone up and flying at a speed of 300 kiloters per hour towards the southern island. This model of transport helicopter has a maximum range of 830 kiloters, requiring just one refueling stop on the way from the base to the southern island.
By midday, everyone landed on the rooftop of a hotel on the island one by one. After dropping people off, the Z-8s returned. There were people waiting on the rooftop, the hotel being managed by the logistics departnt of National Blade. After negotiating with Hong ihua, they led everyone to their rooms, settled them in, and left.
Outside the hotel was the beach, with views of the azure sea, palm trees, the sand empty. The surrounding area is a military restricted zone, unauthorized access is prohibited. Everyone liked the place at first sight and excitedly went swimming, except for Lan Xue, who stayed in the room closely by Luo Zheng's side.
Luo Zheng hadn't woken yet. Lan Xue brought warm water and soaked a towel to carefully wipe his body, cautiously undressing him, revealing a strong physique. It was all so natural, without any embarrassnt. Lan Xue had already completely considered herself Luo Zheng's woman.
To facilitate the wiping, Lan Xue turned Luo Zheng over, seeing the gunshot wounds on his back, a total of six entry points, all hit during retreat when ambushed from behind by the enemy. Fortunately, there was deck armor, Bullet-Resistant Vest among other barriers; the bullets only broke muscle tissue, otherwise, it wouldn't be survivable.
Looking at these wounds, Lan Xue recalled that thrilling night, tears streaming down her face. Gently and attentively, she began wiping his body, so delicately fear she might hurt him, murmuring to herself, "Fool, I know you're exhausted, don't rush to wake up, sleep, sleep well, make up for all the lost rest. I know you'll worry about , but don't, I'm in no hurry." Letting the tears slide down her cheeks, dripping down with a worried expression.
The hot sunlight outside gently penetrated through, spilling on Luo Zheng, as if smoothing the painful expression on his face. The wind also slipped in through the window, blowing on the curtains in a dance, as if calling to Luo Zheng.
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