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Chapter 189 A reporter!
At 07:30 in the morning, the sun rises.

The surrounding area of ​​the camp was still a vast expanse of whiteness.

The traces of life last night have all been dealt with, but the patrol team that was supposed to leave still stopped in place.

"40°C!" While everyone was watching, the team doctor raised his head, pointed to the scale on the mercury thermometer, and said seriously, "You can't continue."

Ren Ming's face was a little red due to the high temperature, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I'm fine, I can still persevere."

After speaking, he coughed twice and cleared his throat.I didn't feel it when I first got up, but now I don't even feel uncomfortable in my throat.

"No!" Squad leader Zhang was the first to stand up and refuse, looking at Ren Ming with pale lips and flushed face, his face was full of guilt, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't let you accompany the team. You should be sent back."

Seeing this, Ren Ming comforted him and said, "Squad Leader Zhang, I'm the one who's following. I don't blame n...ahem...you."

My throat became more and more uncomfortable.

He thought that with the blessing of the recovery medicine, he should be able to grasp the harsh environment here, but the water here is too deep to grasp at all.

In fact, this is also normal. Compared with these professionally trained soldiers who have been guarding the border for a long time, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a "greenhouse flower".

Yesterday, from the time he climbed the first "little dirt slope" until he set up camp in the evening, his clothes hadn't been dried.

Wet clothes stuck to his body made him hot and cold. He also had to climb snow-capped mountains, ford rapids, and pass through various dangerous terrains. He had to worry about it. At night, the tent still had air leaks, and the wind that leaked in was like a knife. One knife after another "cut" his body.

With so many sufficient conditions for "sickness" at the same time, it's no wonder he doesn't get sick.

The team doctor quickly took out the antipyretics and anti-inflammatory medicines, unscrewed the kettle, and handed them to him. Watching him take the medicine, the doctor said seriously: "You must go back to the post immediately, or I'm afraid the condition will get worse."

"Gudu."

Ren Ming swallowed the pills in his mouth, returned the water bottle to him, and said, "I...ahem, after I take the medicine, I should be...you'll be fine, and you can continue walking."

There is a basis for what he said. Although the recovery potion cannot prevent him from getting sick, it can speed up his recovery speed. This was verified when he was injured by a knife some time ago.

Seeing his uncomfortable appearance, Squad Leader Zhang turned his head and shouted: "Wang Jiahao! Lin Chaojie!"

"To!"

"To!"

Hearing the squad leader call their names, Wang Jiahao and another veteran immediately stood up straight and answered loudly.

Squad leader Zhang: "You two, take the responsibility of carrying reporter Ren back to the checkpoint. The others, move on!"

"Yes!" ×2
The military order fell like a mountain, and everyone moved. Those who were not named continued to march, while the two who were named stayed.

Ren Ming said in a hoarse voice: "Squad Leader Zhang, wait a minute."

Squad leader Zhang stopped, turned around and looked at him puzzled.

Ren Ming didn't speak, opened his backpack silently, took out the camera and sound receiver, handed it to him, and explained: "Squad leader Zhang, I can't move on, please take them with you, cough... …record, ahem, the moment you unfurl the flag at the finish line. I want people all over the country to see it.”

After he finished speaking, he started to cough violently, and the cough also caused his sore muscles, sore throat, muscle pain, dizziness, body chills, and a little lack of oxygen in his breathing. Now he feels uncomfortable everywhere.

Squad leader Zhang took over all the equipment and solemnly replied, "I promise you."

But as soon as he promised, he encountered difficulties.

Tm himself doesn't know how to tinker with these things, but he regrets as soon as he promises, this is not what people do.

Just when the squad leader was in a dilemma, Wang Lei stepped forward and took the initiative to take this hot potato over. He has experience as a photographer and is quite familiar with these things.

The big troops left, leaving only three people standing in place.

"Let's go too."

Wang Jiahao handed Ren Ming's backpack to Lin Chaojie. He and Lin Chaojie's backpack had already been handed over to the main force. The supplies in the backpack were enough for the three of them to return home.

Walked up to Ren Ming, turned his back to him, squatted down, "Reporter Ren, come up."

For the next journey, I have to put up 12 points of energy, otherwise, one mistake will cost two lives.

Ren Ming sighed, it was unrealistic to continue with the team, but he did not expect that he would become a burden in the end.

It's a pity that I can't see the scene of displaying the flag at the finish line.

He helped Wang Jiahao up, and said, "I can walk by myself, I'm not that fragile."

After that, he started to walk back by himself, without the backpack weighing dozens of kilograms on his back, his steps were brisk.

It was really light, so light that he gradually felt that the frozen ground under his feet became soft.

Behind him, the two soldiers looked at his light footsteps and looked at each other. The tacit understanding between their comrades made them instantly understand each other's meaning.

Wang Jiahao took two quick steps, directly caught up with him, picked up his back and left without waiting for his objection.

Under normal conditions, his fighting power is not as good as Wang Jiahao, let alone him who is sick now.

"Let it go, cough, let me down." Ren Ming said in a hoarse voice.

He has a deep understanding of the difficulty of walking on this section of the road. A backpack of tens of kilograms can be exhausted, let alone a person who weighs more than 100 kilograms.

At this moment, Wang Jiahao seemed to have become deaf. No matter how much Ren Ming said, he just kept walking forward without answering a word.

Ren Ming weighs [-], which is equivalent to the weight of two backpacks. The physical strength that can be consumed is not as simple as multiplying by two.

Ten minutes later, the veins on Wang Jiahao's neck were exposed, his teeth were clenched, and he was sweating profusely.

"Change." Feeling that Ren Ming was about to slip off his back, he called out quickly.

Lin Chaojie hurriedly stepped forward to help, and the two of them moved as softly and slowly as possible during the handover process, because Ren Ming was asleep at this time.

I don't know when it started, it has been in Wang Jiahao's ear, telling him to let go of himself and stop talking.

After the handover, both of them breathed a sigh of relief, because he still didn't wake up.

After walking for another half an hour, Lin Chaojie stopped suddenly.

"Change to me." Wang Jiahao thought he was tired, but Lin Chaojie shook his head, frowned and said quickly: "Quickly touch his forehead, I don't think his breathing is right."

Wang Jiahao was taken aback when he heard this, and quickly put his hand on Ren Ming's forehead, which was hot.

He had a bad premonition in his heart, and pushed Ren Ming, "Reporter Ren, wake up, reporter Ren!"

Ren Ming had another dream. In the dream, he was very sleepy and wanted to sleep forever, but there was an annoying voice that kept calling his name, disturbing his sleep.

"Reporter!"

"Ren Ming!"

……

　Tomorrow at three o'clock, if I can't do it, I will never write novels again!
　　
　
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