Tigers ban coveting

Duan Wuxin looked up, looking for the sound in the room in a daze, "Can you hear me?"

"Yes, this is a single-wire communicator," Ling Junhan briefly explained, and he did not know who gave the order, "Attack the left wing!"

There was a noisy background sound over there, human voices, roars, and mechanical collisions intertwined, and it sounded like a fierce battle.

Duan Wuxin glanced at the time on the wall, and asked in a low voice, "Are you still fighting? Are you not injured?"

"Well, it's almost over." Ling Junhan distractedly replied, "I'm fine, wait for me to come back."

Duan Wuxin huddled up and sat on the carpet, imagining the scene over there.

He anxiously replied: "Can you hang up, I don't talk, I just listen."

"Okay." Ling Junhan fell silent, only the sound of the operating lever twisting.

When Ling Junhan's warship was attacked, the communicator would also be implicated, and Duan Wuxin heard intermittent electric currents sizzling, and his internal organs were smashed together.

He seemed to have also stood on that battlefield, facing the enemy, but there was nothing he could do at this moment.

We can only wait and wait for the news of victory to come from afar.

Two hours later, Duan Wuxin was struggling to sleep, and suddenly heard the sound of chaotic footsteps on the opposite side, and suddenly woke up.

Accompanied by a few "sir" roars, the voice gradually faded away.

Duan Wuxin grabbed the wind chime and raised her voice, "What's wrong with Ling Junhan? Can anyone answer me?"

No one responded, the magnified silence was swallowed up like a raging sea in a second.

Duan Wuxin lost his mind, and could only shake the wind chime in despair, hoping to receive a reply, "Speak! Can someone tell me what happened!"

After a long time, Ling Jiamu's voice came from over there, trembling, "Xinxin, my brother...is seriously injured. We won, and now we are heading back."

"Why did you get hurt! How did you protect him!" Duan Wuxin yelled hoarsely with a blank mind.

Ling Jiamu lowered his voice, "Originally we had already suppressed in all directions, and the Zerg side was going to detonate the battleship to kill themselves. But my brother insisted on driving the mech to approach alone, and pulled out the leader's teeth before detonating. The chest and chest were blown up. Fragment hit....has lost a lot of blood and is being resuscitated now."

"Is he a fool? Why didn't you stop him?" Duan Wuxin didn't know who to resent, she pawed the ground with her tiger's claws, and scratched the carpet to pieces.

I hate myself for not being by my side. I am thousands of miles away at this moment, and I am at a loss.

I hate Ling Junhan too much, so I have to do what I promised.

For the thousand-year-old tooth that can change him into a human for a long time, he put his life on it.

"We are expected to arrive at the military hospital in six hours. By then... I will pick you up."

Ling Jiamu avoided his questioning, he didn't know if he was comforting Duan Wuxin, or he was convincing himself, "It will be fine, the military hospitals are all the top doctors, and now the military doctors on the battleship have stopped the bleeding for him, temporarily put him in I got into the treatment cabin. My brother is in good health, so there must be no problem."

Duan Wuxin clutched his chest, trembling to the point where he couldn't make any sound, only whimpered in a low voice.

The heart is like a plastic bag with holes, riddled with holes, flying up and down in the wind, but can't find a place to stay.

And so amidst this worry and heartbreak, the long ordeal was torn apart piece by piece.

Xiao Bai heard the movement and pushed the door open, bent down to pick him up from the carpet, and asked, "What happened?"

"Ling Junhan was seriously injured, he..." Duan Wuxin spoke intermittently, his mind was in a mess.

He stood up abruptly, pushed Xiao Bai away, and ran out the door, "I'm going to the hospital to wait for him."

"How are you going like this? Do you know how to drive a mecha?" Xiaobai stopped him with difficulty, controlling his limbs that were flailing with teeth and claws.

Duan Wuxin blinked his eyes, he had only used the battle mech with joint mental power, the four limbs felt the same, and the operation was simple.

It is half an hour away from the Marshal's Mansion to the military area. If it is in the form of a white tiger, it is really not sure if you can't hold the joystick steadily.

"I'll turn back into a human and drive over." Duan Wuxin made a decision.

He couldn't wait for Ling Jiamu to rush over from the hospital, so he had to wait there first.

Duan Wuxin strode down to the basement, checked the vintages of the wines one by one, and chose the oldest bottle with a relatively low alcohol content.

Afraid of getting dizzy from drinking too much, he carefully drank half a bottle before entering the extreme cold device.

Transforming back into human form, he quickly changed into his clothes and went out, pressing to open the hangar.

Facing the three mechs, he was really worried.

Without a password, there is no way to start it.

First tried Ling Junhan's birthday, 0120, and it showed that the password was wrong.

It is obviously impossible to not have a definite time for my own birthday.

Duan Wuxin blinked, his mind froze, guessing what other possible dates?

Tapping the screen with his fingertips trembling, he slowly entered 0110, and all the system lights turned on, indicating that the prompt was on.

It was the day when the two of them met for the first time after their reunion. On the same day, he was brought to the Marshal's Mansion.

Ling Junhan really took this day as a password.

Shocked, Duan Wuxin bit his lower lip, slowly pushed the joystick, twisted and twisted to control the rise of the mecha.

Fortunately, there were no people at night, and there would be no mid-air collision accident due to the rampage.

Duan Wuxin has a quick comprehension, the difference between this mech and the combat type is not that big, practice makes perfect quickly.

He tried his best to recall the route to the military region the first few times, and it took nearly an hour of turning and turning, and finally arrived.

People from the military region had seen him before, and they let him go automatically without asking too many questions.

He stood at the gate, staring at the clock on the wall and counting the time in his mind.

When the sky was getting brighter and the sun was rising, and when the soldiers started and finished their morning exercises, finally the long-awaited warship arrived.

The cabin door opened, and a group of people hurriedly carried the stretcher down and slowly put it on the iron frame bed.

Duan Wuxin rushed over and saw Ling Junhan's face was pale, the oxygen cylinder was hanging on, and the blood on his chest was shocking.

His eyes were closed tightly, his lips were white, as if he had fallen into a lethargy.

"Excuse me, we are going to have an operation." The military doctor next to him pushed him away.

Duan Wuxin was pushed aside like a broken doll, unable to fall over.

Ling Jiamu jumped off the battleship, stretched out his hand to hold the swaying figure, and said in surprise: "Xinxin, why did you come here by yourself? I also said that I will go back to pick you up now."

"I couldn't wait, I couldn't sleep, and I was worried, so I drove here by myself." Duan Wuxin followed the sliding wheel and asked, "Why do you need surgery?"

"There is a fragment pierced too deeply. The equipment on the battleship is limited. We can only use the treatment cabin to save our lives. Now we need to take out the fragment." Ling Jiamu lowered his head and smelled alcohol, "Have you been drinking?"

Duan Wuxin nodded slightly, his eyes dull, "The only way to change back is this, can I go up and wait?"

Ling Jiamu grabbed his wrist and went straight to the top floor of the military hospital.

The lights in the operating room were always on, and doctors came in and out, and it didn't end for a long time.

"Will he..." Duan Wuxin couldn't say the word "death", and swallowed the words back with sobs.

Ling Jiamu scratched his messy hair, slid down the wall and sat on the ground, muttering, "No way."

He raised his eyes to look at Duan Wuxin, and smiled weakly, "My brother came here like that when he was a child, he is very lucky."

"Yeah." Duan Wuxin nodded abruptly, as if injected with great confidence, forcing back tears.

He lay at the door of the operating room, staring longingly at the white cloth covering him, imagining what Ling Junhan was suffering inside.

If I knew it earlier, I should have let everyone make a wish.

Duan Wuxin knocked himself on the head, hating himself for messing up.

He hadn't slept all day and night, his eyes were red from the boil, but he didn't feel like resting.

Relying entirely on mental strength, he stood outside helplessly, waiting for news of Ling Junhan's safety.

Meng Yusen hurried over, grabbed Ling Jiamu's arm and asked, "Is the operation over?"

"Not yet, we're all waiting." Ling Jiamu shook his head, bent down and put his weight on Meng Yusen, his voice trembling, "Brother Sen, I'm so scared."

Duan Wuxin turned his head and saw that Ling Jiamu, who was always smiling like a little sun, finally exposed his inner fragility in the face of a more mature and powerful person than himself.

He paced beside him from the door of the operating room and whispered, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't be lying in there."

"What nonsense, it has nothing to do with you, it can only be said that he is too affectionate."

Meng Yusen nodded his head, and said in a low voice, "Don't be so impulsive next time, drunk driving without a license, you're going to have an accident, Jun Han and I really can't explain it."

Duan Wuxin wiped his face, and pressed his back against the cold wall, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

Ling Jiamu buried his head in Meng Yusen's arms, and murmured: "Help me, can you research a machine that allows Xinxin to switch freely, I don't want my brother to take such risks again in the future."

"Okay, I'll try my best." Meng Yusen nodded, rubbed his head, and stuffed the bag in his hand, "you two children, eat some breakfast, I guess you will have to stay up for a few days later, don't be too sick now Living."

Duan Wuxin exhaled, took the breakfast, "I'll eat."

He swallowed the bread with difficulty, and before he had time to drink water, he saw the lights in the operating room suddenly go out.

The door opened and the stretcher rolled out.

Ling Jiamu rushed over to grab the doctor, and asked anxiously, "How is he now?"

"The fragments have been taken out, and the wound has been stitched up," the doctor said honestly. "The situation is not as bad as we imagined, but it is indeed a serious injury, right in the heart. I don't know when I will wake up."

Duan Wuxin let go of his bleeding lower lip, bent slightly, and bowed, "Thank you doctor, can I go with him?"

"Your family members should observe in shifts. Enter one person at a time. Too many people will not be good for his recovery." After the doctor finished briefly, he raised his hand to signal the stretcher to enter the ward.

"I want to stay with him first, okay?" Duan Wuxin asked cautiously.

After all, as his own younger brother, Ling Jiamu was no less worried than him.

Ling Jiamu pursed his lips and sighed slightly, "If my brother wakes up, you should be the first person he wants to see. Brother Sen and I will deal with the follow-up first. After returning from the war, there are still many reports to be handed in. .Call us if you have something to do, and we will try to keep it a secret from our parents."

"Okay, you guys go to rest early after you're busy." Duan Wuxin said.

At this moment, he felt that he had suddenly grown up and had a sudden epiphany.He learned empathy, empathy, and complex emotions that he thought he would never learn.

It turns out that the price of growing up is so bloody and cruel, like being caught off guard and being broken and then roughly stitched up.

He read emotions in the heart-piercing pain and became an adult.

The ward was very quiet, Duan Wuxin walked over quietly and sat on the side of the bed.

He leaned down and lightly stroked the gauze on his chest with his fingertips, the blood was shocking.

The instrument next to it shows a calm line graph with slight ups and downs.

The emotions that had been endured for a long time finally broke out, tears fell like money, from whimpering to howling.

He didn't dare to touch Ling Junhan again, for fear that if he touched it, he would be broken into pieces and scattered into ashes.

He only dared to cover his lips tightly, swallowing back those cries.

After sitting for an unknown amount of time, Duan Wuxin lay on the edge of the bed with tears in his eyes, not daring to blink.

He chattered to Ling Junhan, scolded him for being stupid, scolded him for being stupid, scolded him for clearly promising not to get hurt, and now he came back with such an ugly wound.

From dawn to dark, and then to the sky whitening.

In the middle, Ling Jiamu and the doctor came and went, but the person on the bed still didn't respond.

Duan Wuxin's voice lowered again and became gentle.

Begged him softly, as long as he woke up, he would agree to anything.

The mood is hysterical again and again, like becoming a lunatic overnight.

He even began to fantasize that if Ling Junhan really died, he would kill Li Yingyi and then be buried with his ashes.

Tears fell on the back of the pale hand, Duan Wuxin stretched out his hand to wipe it, and found that his fingers moved very slightly.

Big tears fell down, as if this had become a new medical method to wake up the patient.

Breathing stagnantly, Duan Wuxin's eyes widened, watching the clenched fist slowly open.

The palm of the hand is facing upwards, the flesh has turned red from holding it for too long, and there is a long fang pinched in the middle.

"Xinxin, I'll... bring it back to you." Ling Junhan slowly opened his eyes.

Because of the glare of the light, he squinted slightly before he could see the silver-haired boy in front of him clearly, "Why did you change back, I'm still going to show you courteousness with this thing."

Duan Wuxin was crying and laughing, almost insane, and managed to squeeze out a few words, "Are you an idiot?"

"Learn a new word, and use it to scold me again." Ling Junhan smiled weakly, raised his hand with difficulty to wipe the corners of his crying swollen eyes, and said with pity, "Why are you crying so hard?"

"I'm afraid that you... will die," Duan Wuxin choked up a bit, and confided his sincerity, "I'm afraid that... I will lose you."

Ling Junhan coughed, and after taking a breath, he said slowly: "I have your safety talisman, so I won't die so easily."

Duan Wuxin didn't speak, and cried again, almost shedding all the tears in his life.

"Don't cry, my heart hurts." Ling Junhan hooked his palm with his fingertips, and apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry, I promised you not to get hurt, I broke my promise."

Duan Wuxin shook his head desperately, becoming well-behaved and sensible, "It's fine if you wake up, do you want to call the doctor to check?"

"Wait, we're not done yet."

Ling Junhan put the fang into his palm, and said softly, "Do you remember what I said before I left? For the sake of the patient, give me some face."

Duan Wuxin stared at Ling Junhan's serious expression, pale lips, and sickly handsome, only then did he truly sense that Ling Junhan had returned to him.

The empty corner of the heart was completely blocked at this moment, airtight.

The atmosphere is good at the moment, and everything is in order.

Duan Wuxin had wet tears hanging from the end of his eyes, afraid that the sound would be too loud and disturb the dream.

So he whispered in a crying voice: "Remember, when you come back from victory, I will be your boyfriend."

After knowing it, all the unreasonable collapses, anxiety, tears, and extremes finally found a reasonable reason.

Because I like you so much, I am afraid of losing you suddenly, but I still want to keep it for myself.