Although the young man was young, he was a generous old guest. After hearing this, the fat man with black faces stopped talking and answered neatly, "Okay, I'll put it in a tamper, and wait on the table." He began to work hard.

Zhang Chujiu casually found an empty table on the stall and sat down. He looked bored at the military service advertisement played on the giant screen of the shopping mall rooftop in the distance.

The "Military Service Law" of China is very unique, and it divides the main recruitment male citizens into two categories: voluntary service personnel and involuntary service personnel.

Among them, voluntary service refers to those who apply for service after male citizens complete the statutory 12-year compulsory education, graduate from high school, and participate in the fully unified joint examination of the country.

As long as a volunteer is qualified for the physical examination, he will be recruited into the army and serve for 32 months. After that, he can choose to apply for a military academy and become a professional soldier. He can also choose to add 30 points to his joint examination score three years ago and apply to an ordinary university.

Involuntary service refers to male Chinese citizens who graduated from high school and were unwilling to apply for military service after taking the joint examination.

If this type of person fails to get into college, he will be over 20 years old;

If you are admitted to university, after graduating from university, you will go through a lottery organized by the state. According to the probability, 70% of the people can be directly exempted from military service, while the remaining 30% will be forced to be recruited and served for 60 months.

Such legal provisions really make modern young people who are increasingly reluctant to endure hardships and serve find it difficult to make a decision. Therefore, for young Chinese men, usually after graduating from high school at the age of 19 or 20, it is the most contradictory and tangled moment in their lives.

However, for Zhang Chujiu, who had just turned 14, this kind of thing was still too early to worry. After watching for a while without feeling, he looked away and happily watched the guy bring up the dishes, soup, and the fire in a small basket.

The stew of Jingnan is considered a local flavor. It is made of fermented white flour wrapped in raw noodles stirred with salted ghee, kneaded into cakes, sprinkled with a layer of crispy sesame seeds on the outside, and baked.

It is served hot and has a fragrance.

Zhang Chujiu is a "northern person in the south" who likes to eat rice since childhood and doesn't like pasta very much, but he only eats it with numb fire.

When I saw the food on the table, I immediately reached out and teared the skin, put oily slices of meat on it, and swallowed it with egg soup, filling my stomach after a while.

Afterwards, Zhang Chujiu said goodbye to his boss, bought two liters of cold purified water from the convenience store behind the stall and carried it. While drinking, he walked slowly towards the hospital.

Inadvertently looking at his leisurely back, he had just cooked a pot of seaweed and egg flower soup, and rubbed Ding Er, who was covered in oily and sweaty face, couldn't help but mutter, "The children in this Taoist family are different in height. They usually look normal, but after thinking about it carefully, they don't look like ordinary people in either their name or their behavior." Then he continued to work hard again.

Zhang Chujiu crossed the road and entered the hospital gate. He saw several police cars parked in the yard. He paused slightly, and then walked into the surgical building as if nothing had happened.

The air conditioning in the building was still blowing vigorously, but there seemed to be an inexplicable heat in the air. Hundreds of young people sitting or standing exposed their tattoos, stuffing the hall full of sadness and hatred.

Seeing this, Zhang Chujiu hurriedly looked honest and drooping, and carefully walked through the crowd and walked into the stairwell. He found that this place had been occupied by the brothers on the road. He continued to pretend to be nervous and scared, and thought happily in his heart, "It seems that I guessed right that black boss is in danger, otherwise he would not have had such a big situation.

But that force of the 'premature dead ghost' seems to be bigger than I thought.

Very good, very good. The more powerful he is on the road, the more fierce the vicious aura he is, and the higher the value of his soul is to me." He walked up to the third floor and came outside the ward of the "ICU".

There were also a few young men and women guarding the corridors of the intensive care unit, but they did not look like those tattooed men with ferocious appearances. However, the ruthlessness hidden in the blood-filled eyes was even more amazing.

In the midst of the cold wind and rain, the door of the ICU ward opened silently, and a female doctor wearing a mask walked out and asked quietly, asking, "Happy Henian on the 19th bed, are Xu Henian's family here?"

As he finished speaking, the young men and women waiting outside the corridor of the ward surrounded him and responded noisyly in unison: "We are, we are, old, no, how is Xu Henian?"

The female doctor looked at the "family" who was obviously not like the patient's family. She did not raise any questions. She just took off her mask gently, exposed the corners of her eyes and the corners of her mouth full of fine lines, and said solemnly: "The patient's condition is very bad.

Admission to the hospital means severe internal bleeding in the abdominal cavity, critically ill, and a "critical illness notice" was issued.

In this case, county-level hospitals like us cannot see them, but the patient is really too crisis. If you turn to a large hospital, the mortality rate on the way is almost 100%, so you can only try emergency surgery.

Unfortunately, the operation is not ideal. Now in the ICU, it can only be delayed and death may occur at any time.

It’s a pity to be such a young child.”

After hearing this, even though he was already prepared, the young men and women still changed their faces, sobbing sadly, trembling all over their bodies; their faces were red with anger, and they gritted their teeth.

But no matter whether it was sad or angry, they could not take their anger at the old woman who looked regretful in front of them.

This is the cleverness of the hospital. Once you meet relatives and friends who are very prone to conflict, the elderly and kind-looking female medical staff will notify the bad news and try to avoid unintentional disasters.

"Doctor, then, how long can Xu Hennian last?" After shedding tears for a moment, a young man and woman in the ICU corridor finally had a woman with light makeup on her face and beautiful facial features calmed down and asked in a deep voice.

As he finished speaking, the door of the ward opened gently again. A young nurse Zhan Zhan poked his head out, not daring to look at the gang members beside him. He looked at the back of Nie Wenfang's head and said carefully: "Doctor Nie, the patient in bed 19, has stopped breathing."

"Have you taken first aid measures?" Nie Wenfang turned his head and asked anxiously outside the door.

"The throat incision, heart shock, adrenaline injection... all the rescue measures that can be done are done, but the patient's condition is too dangerous and it has not been rescued." The young nurse replied softly.

She finished speaking, and before Nie Wenfang could speak, the beautiful woman who had just spoken said very well: "Okay, doctor, thank you for your rescue.

There is an old saying, "Healing a disease that cannot be killed, and Buddha saves people with destiny." What do we do, I believe you have guessed it. It is a business that is a society, and it is normal to die suddenly. Just do your best.

Just ask when can we take a look, look, look..." The original words are open and bright, but when we are sad, we can't continue.
Chapter completed!