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The moment Qin Zhuoan heard Yan Qingning's weak voice on the walkie-talkie, he panicked. He tried to call Yan Qingning through the walkie-talkie over and over again, but there was only dead silence on the other side, and not a single sound came from the other side.

"Aning, Aning, Aning..."

He shouted over and over again, until his voice weakened at the end.

Everyone behind him was loudly celebrating the victory of the battle. Only Qin Zhuoan was holding the walkie-talkie and left the army alone.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Qingning's weak voice finally came from the intercom: "Qin Zhuo'an..."

"A Ning, how are you? Are you okay? Is your health okay?" Qin Zhuoan's eyes gathered light again, he put the walkie-talkie tightly to his ear, and walked faster.

"Qin Zhuo'an, the situation of the war... is not clear yet, the soldiers have not yet... returned to camp, the commander-in-chief goes first... abandoning the soldiers on the battlefield... regardless of... is a big taboo..."

His voice was extremely weak, and if you listened closely, you could still hear the sound of vomiting blood from time to time.He just spoke to Qin Zhuo'an quietly, with a gentle tone, but Qin Zhuo'an heard the criticism from inside.

His Aning is criticizing him...

But he was just worried about Aning...

"The times... focus on the people... put the people's hearts as the most important thing... the soldiers are at the front... keep peace... you have to be responsible for them..." His voice was hoarse, and there were many words in his hoarse voice. Mumbled in the mouth, unable to speak clearly.

"Qin Zhuo'an, take the soldiers back...back to the camp...take them...home..."

"Okay..." Qin Zhuo'an forced himself to swallow the astringent feeling in his throat and begged in a low voice: "I will take them back to the camp, I will take them home, please don't sleep first, okay?"

The walkie-talkie seemed to have fallen to the ground. There was only the electric sound of "ZiZi——", and there was no longer Yan Qingning's weak but gentle voice.

This man never took himself seriously. He had to imitate those so-called pioneers of the times and dedicate his entire being and life to this era, leaving nothing for himself and nothing for others. One cent.

Qin Zhuoan closed his eyes and suppressed the sour feeling in his eyes, cut off the communication between the walkie-talkies, and ordered in a hoarse voice: "Everyone is here, the whole army must gather back to the camp!"

His back was straight, because he was never the only one carrying on his shoulders.There were too many people's hopes on his shoulders, and he didn't have any time to relax.

When Qin Zhuo'an led the army back to the military camp, he didn't even dare to stay for half a minute to rest. He almost ran as fast as he could to find Yan Qingning.

But when he saw what happened inside the house, his whole body seemed to have been drained of all strength. He could only hold the door tightly with his hands and let the wooden thorns pierce his fingertips.

His vocal cords seemed to have been forcibly blocked. He opened his mouth but could not make any sound. When he stumbled towards Yan Qingning, he called him in a low voice: "A Ning..."

Yan Qingning's body was covered in dark red blood, and his light-colored gown was soaked in blood. His left hand was abnormally twisted and deformed. There were deep or shallow knife marks on the palm of his right hand, and blood still oozed from time to time. .

His body was covered with injuries, and his eyes were closed tightly, as if he had lost his life.Only the slight rise and fall of his chest silently told Qin Zhuoan that he was still alive.

Qin Zhuo'an carefully took him into his arms, held Yan Qingning who was almost rolling in blood, and ran all the way to the old Chinese medicine doctor's room.

The old Chinese medicine doctor was obviously used to Qin Zhuoan's sudden door kick. He touched his beard and asked with half-squinted eyes: "Then what happened to the young master..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Qin Zhuoan holding a man covered in blood and looking like a corpse, begging him with red eyes: "Save him! Let him live!"

The old Chinese medicine doctor took a closer look, and his heart skipped a beat. The hand that was touching his beard pulled off a few strands of his beard without paying attention: "Who did he offend and get stabbed so many times?"

"He...he did it himself..." Qin Zhuo'an lowered his head and closed his eyes, his voice was very dull.

"This..." The old Chinese medicine doctor paused his hand slightly and lowered his head, as if talking to himself: "That's right.

This little kid has never taken his own body seriously. In order to win the battle outside, let alone stabbing himself like this, even if it really kills him, this little kid won't blink. Hand over the land. "

Qin Zhuoan fell into a long silence. He just stood aside and watched quietly as the old Chinese doctor applied bandages and herbs to Yan Qingning, and tightly wrapped the stab wounds.

"Commander Qin." The old Chinese doctor suddenly called him, and with a long sigh he said: "Since the world has changed, old man, I have been following you to help treat wounded soldiers. I have seen both those who are afraid of death and those who are not. Few, but we still encountered such a life-threatening little lunatic."

"Jiang Qifa was defeated outside, so he might have to think of some underhanded tricks. Everyone can see your thoughts on this little kid, let alone those guys outside. The little baby is thinking about it."

"I can protect him." Qin Zhuo'an clenched his palms, his eyes resting on Yan Qingning uneasily.

The old Chinese medicine doctor shook his head, and then said: "I checked the condition of the little baby. The knife didn't hit any vital parts. He also took some emergency treatment measures. Although the wound looked scary, it didn't hurt. The will to survive is ridiculously strong.

If nothing else happens, he should be able to wake up in a while. Marshal, please stay here and watch carefully while I go find some medicine elsewhere. "

The old Chinese medicine doctor moved slowly and walked away slowly with his hands behind his back.

"Aning..."

A low murmur sounded, and bitter tears flowed out unknowingly, one drop after another gathering on the tip of the chin, leaving a wet mark on the ground.

"Qin Zhuo'an..." Yan Qingning was lying on the bed, murmuring his name in his hoarse throat, and forced a smile out of the corner of his mouth: "You look so ugly when you cry..."

Qin Zhuo'an squatted in front of the bed, wiped away his tears, and forced a smile: "Isn't it ugly this way? It's not ugly when you smile, right?"

"It looks good when you smile... it looks good..."

Xiaobai: [The mission target’s love value is +5, and the current love value is 95. 】