It was already past noon when Zhang Wenhao woke up. Even he himself did not expect that he could sleep for so long. However, when he woke up, he felt better than ever before. When he opened his eyes, he felt an unprecedented strength all over his body.
feel.
Song Huafang saw her son wake up, and unexpectedly, his face, which was still a little pale yesterday, seemed to be back to normal today, even with a hint of rosiness, which made her very happy.
"Wen Hao." Song Huafang stepped forward and touched Zhang Wenhao's forehead, then his own, and said with a smile: "There is no fever. It seems that the wound will not be infected."
Zhang Wenhao smiled slightly, but saw that Su Ruoran was no longer in the ward, so he asked: "Mom, where is Ruoran?"
"Look at you." Song Huafang rolled her eyes at her son, pretending to be dissatisfied and said: "As soon as I opened my eyes, I was thinking about Ruoran. Ruoran, I completely treat your mother as nothing!"
"How can..." Zhang Wenhao said with some embarrassment: "I saw you when I opened my eyes, but I didn't see her, so I just asked."
Song Huafang smiled knowingly and said: "If Ruoran goes home, her mother has something to do with her." After that, Song Huafang said again: "You slept for a long time, and you said I would wait for you to get up for breakfast. Now
It’s a little late for lunch.”
Zhang Wenhao quickly asked: "What time is it now?"
"It's almost one o'clock." Song Huafang said: "I'm going to call the doctor to check you out. Your father and your Uncle Lei have been picking up people all morning. It seems that more than ten comrades have arrived. When everyone arrives in the evening, we
The whole family went over to have dinner with them."
Zhang Wenhao asked curiously: "Mom, aren't you unwilling to go?"
Song Huafang nodded and said: "They are all big men. I don't want to disturb them, but your dad said that your Uncle Lei's wife and children are also coming over. It's not good to let your Uncle Lei's wife be there by herself."
, it looks so embarrassing.”
After saying that, Song Huafang stood up and said, "You lie down for a while and I'll call the doctor."
Zhang Wenhao nodded. As soon as his mother walked away, he hurriedly got out of bed. After sleeping for so long, the system should have integrated the body strengthening technique for him. Now his strength and strength index should have reached 10 points.
Zhang Wenhao is very much looking forward to what kind of effect it will have.
After stretching his limbs, Zhang Wenhao found that his injured left arm seemed to feel no pain anymore, which surprised him. Then, Zhang Wenhao hooked the bottom corner of the hospital bed with his right hand, and he didn't feel how much effort he had exerted.
, the bed was easily raised by more than half a meter.
The hospital bed is different from ordinary furniture beds. It has a steel frame structure as a whole. In addition, Zhang Wenhao lives in the special care ward. This hospital bed has an electric lifting function, so it comes with bottom lifting equipment, motors, etc., and is heavier than an ordinary bed.
It is much bigger. If I had used it before, I would have found it difficult to use both hands, but I didn't expect that it would be so easy now.
It's just that this is a hospital, and there is no equipment that is more suitable for testing your strength. Zhang Wenhao thought in his mind that if he had free time, he could try it in the gym to digitize his current strength and make it clearer to him.
See the effects of physical strengthening techniques.
Immediately, Zhang Wenhao checked the physical strengthening technique that he had mastered in his mind, and found that the physical strengthening technique consists of two parts. One part is a very special kind of strong gymnastics, and the other part is the specific policy of physical training.
It seems that in the future, I will not only have to take time to practice this kind of strong gymnastics, but also need to scientifically improve my current physical level according to the physical training methods of physical strength training.
The highest level of physical strengthening technique can be upgraded to level ten. I am afraid that I still have a long way to go.
The doctor conducted a very detailed examination on Zhang Wenhao, and finally concluded that Zhang Wenhao's wound was basically no longer in danger of infection, and he could go home to recuperate. As long as he took proper daily care, the wound would have no problems, and the wound was sutured.
The thread is made of a new type of material that can be absorbed by the body, so Zhang Wenhao does not need to come back again in the future.
With some medicines prescribed by the doctor, Zhang Wenhao took a taxi home with his mother. His mother cooked some simple lunch for Zhang Wenhao. While Zhang Wenhao ate, he watched the news from the Central News Channel, but did not think about the news about Li Chunyang's arrest in Jiangcheng.
It actually appeared on TV, and it was a major news item.
The female anchor said: "A class A wanted criminal who has been committing crimes for six years continuously and traveled to seven provinces and thirteen cities. He committed as many as fifteen crimes and caused nine deaths and eight injuries. He was arrested in Jiangcheng last night! Our reporter
Already rushed to Jiangcheng to report."
Since the reporter had not arrived in Jiangcheng yet, this news spent seven or eight minutes reviewing the fifteen cases Li Chunyang had committed. The news program, which was only thirty minutes in total, actually spent seven or eight minutes reporting on this one.
In this case, it seems that Li Chunyang is really guilty of a heinous crime.
Zhang Wenhao is also glad that he was not mentioned in this case. Only very few people will know what he did last night. In this way, it will not have a big impact on his life.
Society is like this. Some people need exposure, but some people are extremely afraid of the word exposure. Wang Cheng and Liu Xiping are the first type, while Zhang Wenhao is the latter.
...
Zhang Wenhao rested at home all afternoon. Song Huafang received a call from Zhang Xingping in the evening. All his comrades had arrived, and Song Huafang was asked to take Zhang Wenhao there.
Song Huafang found Zhang Wenhao's suit from the closet and said to Zhang Wenhao: "Son, get dressed quickly, your dad is calling."
Zhang Wenhao nodded. His father bought him a suit a year ago. He only wore it once. That time was when the son of his father’s former comrade-in-arms got married. His comrade-in-arms was shot and killed on the battlefield.
He died in his father's arms when his son was just two years old.
My father took care of his comrade's widow and son since he was discharged from the army, until the child grew up and got married and started a family. Before the wedding, my father carefully bought himself this suit. He said something at that time that Zhang Wenhao still remembers freshly,
He said: "This child's father passed away early. We are orphans and widowed, and we don't have many relatives and friends. If there are too few people at the wedding, it will look deserted, so our whole family has to go."
The importance of friendship is what Zhang Wenhao admires most about his father. Today's gathering of comrades in arms, Zhang Wenhao is even more looking forward to than his father himself, because this time, his father's long-cherished wish will be fulfilled.
Song Huafang tied his son's tie with his own hands. Looking at the adult-like son in a suit and leather shoes in front of him, he smiled and said, "My son has grown up. He is tall and handsome. When he puts on a suit, he looks neat and tidy."
Zhang Wenhao raised his head so that his mother could arrange his tie, and said with a smile: "Your son is only dressed like this for drinking tea. If he doesn't look neat and tidy, it will be unreasonable."
Song Huafang patted Zhang Wenhao's right button and said with a smile: "When you get there later, remember to be polite. Call me uncle when you should, call uncle when you should, and be sweet with your mouth."
Zhang Wenhao smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'm sweet."
The mother and son took a taxi to the hotel. As soon as they entered the private room, they were shocked by the scene in front of them.
This is the best hotel in Jiangcheng, and this one is the largest private room in the entire Jiangcheng, comparable to an auditorium. Originally, there was a large dining table that could seat 28 people, but at Lei Zhanjun's request,
It was replaced by three ordinary dining tables. In Lei Zhanjun's opinion, the tables were too big and looked cramped, and he couldn't even touch a glass if he wanted to drink.
The atmosphere inside was already extremely lively. It was really full of people. Everyone was sitting on the extremely long sofa in the private room and chatting eagerly. When they saw Song Huafang and Zhang Wenhao coming in, many strangers stood up and pointed at Zhang Wenhao and his son.
The two of them asked in surprise: "Brother Zhang, are these sister-in-law and Wen Hao?"
Zhang Xingping hurriedly came over, holding his wife and children one by one. He came to everyone and said with a smile: "Let me introduce to you. This is my wife Song Huafang. Most of you are younger than me. You have to call me sister-in-law."
The older one I call my younger brother and sister." After saying that, he pulled Zhang Wenhao over and said, "This brat is my son Zhang Wenhao."
A man who was about forty years old smiled and said: "Brother Zhang, is this the hero that the company commander talked about today? He looks like a gentle and gentle man, but it doesn't look like him. Is he here for the glory?"
Zhang Xingping pointed at Zhang Wenhao's left arm and smiled at the man: "This is a penetrating injury! Little devil, my son is no luckier than that piece of shit like you. He came here with bullets and bullets all the way, but he didn't get shot at all."
The man scratched his head and smiled and said: "Who made me the youngest? You have always taken care of me." After that, he said unconvinced: "Although I have never been shot, I have also been injured by bomb fragments!"
"Come on." One of the people in the crowd sneered: "Little devil, you still have the nerve to say that you didn't know how to lie down when the Vietnamese shelled you. If Brother Zhang hadn't knocked you down, you would have been broken into pieces. You are no match.
You, this big nephew, knocked down Li Chunyang and his group by yourself with your bare hands."
Everyone burst into laughter, making fun of the man called Little Ghost Head. Zhang Xingping was not idle either. He took Zhang Wenhao and Song Huafang, twenty-seven comrades from out of town, and introduced them to the mother and son one by one.
Immediately, Zhang Wenhao came to two women, one large and one small. Zhang Xingping pointed to the rather beautiful middle-aged woman among them and said: "Wenhao, this is your Uncle Lei's wife, Aunt Xue."
Zhang Wenhao nodded slightly and said, "Hello, Aunt Xue."
Then, he pointed to the girl next to him who was about the same age as him and had short ear-length hair and said: "This is your Uncle Lei's daughter, Lei Lei, who is a few months younger than you."
The girl named Lei Lei in front of her is very beautiful. It can be seen that she has inherited the advantages of her parents very well, so she is better than her predecessor. Lei Lei and Su Ruoran are definitely not the same type of girls. She is about 1.72 meters tall.
He is also very slim, with short ear-length hair. Although his clothes are very simple, he looks very refreshing and even a little capable. He looks quite heroic.
"Hello." Lei Lei stretched out her hand to Zhang Wenhao and said with a smile: "I have been listening to them talking about you all afternoon. They almost described you as a legend. It made me want to meet you in Lushan all afternoon.
Regarding your true appearance, I thought you would be a muscular man with big muscles and thick muscles, but I didn’t expect that your real appearance is so different from what I imagined.”
Zhang Wenhao thought to himself: "This Lei Lei's character is quite outgoing." He smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to Lei Lei, and said, "I hope the real person has not disappointed you."
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