"Xiao Tang, you come to our military region and you will be the general. Mo Mingtang, Wang Longsheng, and Xiao Cui can all be transferred to our military region, and the rank and treatment must be more than twice as high as the Southwest Military Region. This is my promise and guarantee. You can ask a soldier casually and know that the guarantees of the Southwest Military Region and our Central South Military Region are incomparable. ∏∈,"

Before Tang Hao could speak, a burst of rapid footsteps came from outside, and Dean Wang walked in quickly.

"Two leaders, sorry, Director Tang, I can't go to your place for the time being. It's absolutely OK to stay in our military hospital with Director Tang's medical skills as a deputy director, and even the director. His surgery can save the lives of countless soldiers, which is much more valuable than training as an instructor in the military region."

"Wang Xiaobing, you are so fucking against the sky, right? You were a soldier from our Central South Military Region back then. Did you forget?" Nie Wenjun glared.

Huang Yuwen, who was standing by, said happily: "Old Nie, it's wrong for you to do this. Now Dean Wang is from our Southwest Military Region, and is from our Southwest Military Region."

"Fuck, Wang Xiaobing, you don't have the right amount to talk to you here. You can get out of here. I'm not in the mood to hang out with you now."

"I'm sorry, two chiefs, President Tang has been transferred to our military district hospital as the director. This is the latest order." Wang Xiaobing handed over a letter of appointment.

"Damn it, I won't watch it, get out." Nie Wenjun was a little upset.

The smile on Huang Yuwen's face froze. If Tang Hao was transferred to the military hospital as the chief director or even the vice president, he could be transferred to his own troops at any time, but once he became the director, it would be basically impossible to transfer to the troops.

"Director Wang, aren't you kidding?" Huang Yuwen was a little surprised. His subordinates made small moves under his nose, which was the most taboo thing about his authority or other aspects.

"Sorry, this is indeed the order from the above. I reacted to my superiors. President Tang is very suitable for our military district hospital. It is more suitable than on the battlefield. He may sacrifice at any time on the battlefield, but staying in our military district hospital is different. He can save countless lives."

"Old Huang, this is your good subordinate." Nie Wenjun turned his head and looked at Huang Yuwen and then said to Dean Wang: "Wang Xiaobing, Xiao Tang, I'm going to make a decision, I won't give anyone to me."

"Fart." As the loud shout came from outside, an old man with gray head but trembling spirit walked in from outside.

"Old leader?" Nie Wenjun, who had a domineering look surprised when he saw the old man walking in.

"Damn it, Nie Wenjun, did I teach you in vain?" Hearing the old man's angry curse. "≤,

Nie Wenjun stood up from his position like a conditioned body and saluted the old man.

"long."

"I can't afford it." The old man sneered and walked towards Tang Hao's hospital bed.

"Long." Huang Yuwen also stood up quickly.

"Brother Tang, how about it? Is it better?" The old man sat down on the side with a smile on his face.

"Old Huo?" Tang Hao looked a little surprised, then a little embarrassed. He had promised to drink with him, but he broke the appointment.

"What? Is it because my face is covered with flowers, or why did I become so unfamiliar when I see me?"

"No." Tang Hao shook his head: "Old Huo, your complexion is getting better and better, and I almost can't recognize it." Tang Hao's small flattery obviously made Mr. Huo feel very comfortable.

"Haha, don't flatter me, I don't like others bragging about that." Although Mr. Huo said this on his lips, he seemed extremely enjoyable from his expression.

"What are you still standing here? Do you want me to invite you out?" Mr. Huo turned his head.

Whether it was Nie Wenjun or Huang Yuwen, the two commanders of the military region scolded him in front of Mr. Huo like a grandson.

Although he was unwilling to accept it, Nie Wenjun took Tang Hao and left with him after a deep look.

"Long, let's go out first." Huang Yuwen greeted and took the people out. The originally crowded room suddenly became empty.

"Xiao Wang, you go out too."

"Yes." Wang Xiaobing saluted and turned around and retreated. Xiao Cui was also very sensible and turned around and walked out.

Mr. Huo looked at Xiao Cui's back and said meaningfully: "This girl, you have to have a figure and look. She has been protecting you day and night during this period. You kid should cherish it and don't change your mind, otherwise I will not let you go first."

Tang Hao looked a little embarrassed: "Old Huo, you misunderstood."

"I'm just a misunderstanding. You don't want such a good girl. What else do you want? When you are discharged from the hospital, I will be the witness for you." Old Huo Huo glared at him and decided to sit for Tang Hao.

"No, Mr. Huo" Tang Hao's words were interrupted by Mr. Huo with some impatientness before he finished speaking. "≤,

"Okay, don't be like this or that, like a woman."

"This matter was decided so. In addition, Xiao Wang also told me about the director of the military hospital. However, I am just a retired old man now, and I can't say anything. But if you cure me, I will naturally tell my old comrades before. There is an old guy coming soon, so you can treat him for my sake, and you will also be physically injured. Like me, they are the old roots of illness left during the War of Resistance."

Tang Hao glanced at Mr. Huo, without hesitation, and nodded.

"As long as it is an anti-Japanese hero, I will not refuse anyone." As for the director of the military hospital mentioned by Mr. Huo, Tang Hao didn't care much.

"What did you say, a kid? Apart from the anti-Japanese hero, you just watched him die?"

"Slip, slip of tongue."

"What's wrong with the tongue? Are you doing well now?" Seeing Tang Hao nodding, Mr. Huo immediately said: "It's good if he's healthy. Come on, let's play two games with me."

The two of them played from morning to night. To be honest, Mr. Huo’s chess skills were very good. However, Tang Hao had played chess with his adoptive father since he was a child almost from childhood to adulthood. Although he almost lost more than he won and rarely won, when facing Mr. Huo, Tang Hao’s chess style was changeable and sharp, but Mr. Huo scratched his ears and heads from time to time, just like a child.

In the end, Huo Qiming, the son of Mr. Huo, ran in.

"Dad, it's 9 o'clock in the evening, it's time for you to rest."

Mr. Huo was disturbed by Huo Qiming, and he turned his head impatiently.

"Get out."

Huo Qiming wanted to say something else, but when he saw Old Huo glaring at his eyes, he shrank his neck and retreated.

"Old Tang, don't worry about him, let's continue." Mr. Huo's name for Tang Hao has also changed from a child before, brother, brother Tang to the current old Tang, which is enough to prove that Mr. Huo no longer regards Tang Hao as an outsider.

"Old Huo, do you think you want to take a rest?"

"No, no, I'm intriguing, continue." Old Huo stared at the chessboard, not even willing to look up.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Huo Qiming pushed open the door, followed by Dean Wang.

"It's been too long, and it's not good for the wound. Although you have nothing to do now, you can't sit for a long time." Dean Wang stood aside and said in a low voice.

"I'm not a porcelain doll, so there are not so many things to pay attention to. Get out of here quickly. I'm in a hurry, so no one can come over and say nonsense."

Mr. Huo seemed a little impatient.

"Mr. Tang, please advise my father." Seeing that Dean Wang was scolded so much that he did not dare to speak out, Huo Qiming turned his head and looked at Tang Hao for help.

"No one should persuade me. Whoever is persuading me, I will be anxious with anyone." Old Huo looked at Tang Hao with his eyes.

Tang Hao smiled: "Old Huo, if you are willing to continue research, then continue research. I'll go to have a meal first, and I'm a little hungry." Tang Hao stretched and stood up from his position.

"Old Tang, where are you going? Just have a lot of food. Let's put this plate first. Old Tang, don't rush to leave, Old Tang, wait for me." Old Huo put the chess piece, stood up and chased him out.

Standing in the house, Huo Qiming and Dean Wang looked at each other, and both saw the surprise in their eyes.

In the hospital canteen, President Wang originally arranged for Mr. Huo to have dinner in the box above. After all, his identity was special, but Mr. Huo refused without hesitation.

As for what to eat, Tang Hao ordered a portion of rice and dried salted radish.

"Old Tang, do you only eat this at night?" Mr. Huo was a little surprised. Although he was a little older, since his lungs were fine, Mr. Huo had to eat three bowls of rice every night, and he was not happy with meat.

"Well, I'm adding a bun with ramen and pancakes, and I'm also asking for a portion of chili sauce. Add some chili to me in the ramen." Tang Hao said to the kitchen staff beside him.

"Then, I'm the same as Lao Tang wants." Old Huo said next to him.

A hint of surprise flashed in Huo Qiming's eyes, and then he quickly stepped forward and said, "Father, this chili is so hot, it's so late, it's not good for your stomach."

"Fart." Old Huo glared: "Is it you a doctor or Old Tang a doctor? Old Tang is so good, then there will definitely be no problem. Why are you talking? Go and go."

"Mr. Huo, don't worry, proper chili can detoxify, as long as it is not too much, it is very good for the stomach and is very appetizing. For some people with bad appetite, eating some chili is definitely good. In addition, the pasta at night is easier to digest. Adding portions of noodles is also to prevent waking up at night. Proper pasta is also good for nourishing the stomach. As long as it is not too much, the only disadvantage may be that eating too much pasta at night will make you fatter."

Dean Wang, who was standing by, took a notebook and wrote down everything Tang Hao said, just like a primary school student. When Tang Hao finished speaking, Dean Wang couldn't wait to ask.

"Director Tang, why is pasta easy to digest, but eating too much will make you fat?"

"This depends on the problem of personal physical absorption. Noodles themselves are grain foods, with wheat flour and eggs, that is, starch and protein account for a lot of fat, and there is no fat. As for the reason for weight loss, it depends on the cooking method of the noodles. If meat is added with a lot of oil during cooking, then the noodles are high in fat. If the stomach and intestines are well absorbed, it will be absorbed. Eat too much for a long time and you will naturally gain weight. Especially for people with poor stomach and intestines, they are more likely to gain weight. Nowadays, pasta is basically fried, even those that claim to be unfried, which is impossible, unless they are fresh noodles made every day. Noodles that are not fried will easily break."

"Oh." President Wang nodded. In terms of medicine, he is the authority of the Military Region Branch, but he is basically unclear about what he eats. Eating and medicine are two areas, so it is normal to not know it.

"Did you hear it?" Mr. Huo, who was standing beside him, looked at Huo Qiming and said: "You must be like Old Tang, with the ability and knowledge, and you can know so much about anything you eat, unlike us big and rough people."

After dinner, although Mr. Huo still wanted to go back to play chess, he still went back to rest after Tang Hao's persuasion and made an appointment to continue the next day.

Dean Wang was also a little tired, and accused Tang Hao of guilt and went back to rest.

When Tang Hao followed the same path, he was about to walk back to his ward.

"Please, please." At the charging window not far away, a young girl begged at the staff inside.

"It's useless for you to ask me. I'm just a person who charges. You have to ask the doctor about this. Our hospital is not a charity, and everyone has difficulties. If everyone doesn't pay, how can our hospital continue to maintain it?"

The Southwest Military Region Hospital is not only open to soldiers, but also to ordinary people in the society. However, soldiers enjoy preferential treatment and priority here.

"I know, but my brother really needs first aid. My brother was also a soldier before, but he has retired."

"Then there is nothing I can do. Sorry, I can't help you. If you don't have money, it's useless to say anything." The staff charged was expressionless. They had at least a dozen times a day for such things. They might have a little sympathy at the beginning, but after a long time, they saw more and more knowledge, especially when some deadbeats joined in, the hearts of these people became numb. When they got used to this kind of thing, the sympathy naturally disappeared.

"Please." The young girl knelt down with tears on her face.

Although it was almost early morning at 11 o'clock in the evening, there were still many people here to see a doctor. The girl's kneeling immediately attracted the attention of many people.

[I drank a lot last night, and the chapters were a bit misaligned, which led to the error in the chapter layout. I am very sorry. In the next ten chapters, each of them will be accompanied by 9oo words. Sorry again.]
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