Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

Just as Qiao Jing thought, the moment she saw his appearance, Yan Zhi's tears fell on the spot.

She cried and cursed: "You bastard! How did you make yourself like this?"

Qiao Jing tried to force a smile at her: "Why, haven't you heard the martial arts novels that Mr. told, I can be considered a one-armed hero now."

"Heroic ass!"

Rouge wiped away her tears, rushed to the bedside, grabbed his ear and twisted it 180 degrees. The pain was so painful that Qiao Jing almost jumped out of the bed, and regardless of the deep clothes, she yelled: "Grandma! I The injury is not healed yet!"

"Deserved!"

But Jing Xinglan next to him couldn't watch their mischief, and this was after all in the ward, and there were other wounded who came down from the battlefield outside to rest and rescue them.He sighed, and stepped forward to separate the two: "Okay, enough is enough. Rouge, please restrain yourself a little bit, don't really tear his wound open."

Rouge let go of her hand, bit her lower lip and said, "I know, I'm just..."

She turned her head away, with red eyes unwilling to look at Qiao Jing lying on the bed.

Qiao Jing also panicked. He stared straight at Yan Zhi and wanted to grab her hand, but because he was still on a drip in his right hand, he had no choice but to cast his eyes on Qiao Jing and Jing Xinglan for help, hoping that they would come. Do yourself a favor.

But to be honest, Qiao Jing was also very angry.

Clearly knowing that this is not Qiao Jing's fault, wars will inevitably lead to sacrifices and casualties, but seeing that lively and jumping young man lying on the bed dying, and missing an arm, Qiao Jing has no way to make a good relationship with him say.

Therefore, he could only say to Jing Xinglan: "I'll take Rouge out to get some fresh air, you stay and take care of him."

Jing Xinglan nodded.

But Qiao Jing was not reconciled, and he managed to escape from death once. In fact, he still had a lot to say to Yan Zhi, but he also knew that now was not the time for him to show off, so he could only watch Qiao Jing and Yan Zhi leave the ward together. .

"Okay," Jing Xinglan withdrew his gaze, moved a chair and sat down beside the hospital bed, looked at Qiao Jing, and asked calmly, "There are only two of us left. There is no way to change the past, but I think Listen to your thoughts, do you have any plans for your future?"

Qiao Jing lowered his eyes with a low expression: "I... I haven't made up my mind yet. I never thought that I would retire so early, and it was because of this reason."

"Then start thinking now." Jing Xinglan said.

His voice sounded a little cold, because like Qiao Jing, as a member of the family, seeing Qiao Jing's current state, Jing Xinglan naturally felt uncomfortable.

What's more, Jing Xinglan thought that he and Qiao Jing would most likely leave this era this month. Before that, he had to make arrangements for the paths of the two children for at least the next ten years.

Seeing that Qiao Jing had remained silent, he sighed and softened his tone slightly: "You should already know about Yan Zhi's admission to college, right? After a few years, she will be a top student who graduated from Jingluo University. You are only ten years old." How old are you, it is impossible to rely on government pensions for a lifetime, otherwise, if this continues, the gap between you will only widen."

Qiao Jing whispered: "I know, so I won't delay her."

Jing Xinglan was laughed angrily by him: "So that's what you think? If there is a young man chasing her by Rouge's side one day, would you be willing to watch her fall into the arms of others?"

Qiao Jingguang was so sad that he was going to die just thinking about such a scene, but he still insisted: "Otherwise? Don't talk about me, Shigong, haven't you dared to confess to your husband?"

Jing Xinglan said indifferently: "I forgot to tell you that we were already together during the Chinese New Year."

Qiao Jing was stunned.

"...Ah!!??" His pupils trembled, and it took him a long time to react, and he shouted in disbelief, "How could such an important thing be forgotten? Why didn't you tell me!"

But in fact, Qiao Jing and Jing Xinglan really forgot, the man coughed, and changed the subject nonchalantly: "In short, I know you want to say that if I were you, I would make the same choice, right? "

Qiao Jing nodded reluctantly.

"Then let me tell you, you are very wrong." Jing Xinglan said calmly, "I don't know what kind of image I usually have in your mind, but I have never been a kind person. Qiao mirrored him Much softer than mine, it is precisely because I know that he is more willing to get along with kind people, so I will use this image to appear in front of him."

After graduating from high school, he has been working his way up and down in the society to a net worth of hundreds of millions. The intrigues and intrigues he experienced in the middle are far beyond what children like Qiao Jing and the others can imagine.

Before they moved, Jing Xinglan would go out every day to help Jing Li take care of the businesses under his control. Otherwise, relying on the superficial friendship between brothers, how could his good brother who puts interests above all else be able to make repeated moves? , to help him clear the obstacles, and the New Year's Eve specially ran over to give a bunch of gifts before leaving.

Jing Xinglan pretended very well, the only time he showed his true nature in front of Qiao Jing was when Yuan and Ma hired a killer to attack him on the way home from school.At that time, he had even thought about how to explain to Qiao Jing his motive for shooting - because Jing Xinglan was really mad at the time, and he never thought of keeping his hand.

But fortunately, Qiao Jing didn't bring up this matter afterward, which made him silently breathe a sigh of relief.

"So," Jing Xinglan came back to his senses, and said to Qiao Jing who was staring at him in a daze, "for a selfish person like me, no one can take away what belongs to me from me. Don't say goodbye." Even if I am blind and deaf one day, as long as I have one breath left, no matter what method I use, I will stay by Qiao Jing's side with a stern face and hold on to him—unless he wants to to leave."

He paused for a second, then asked softly, "I'm curious, did you consider Rouge's idea before making the decision to give up?"

Qiao Jing clenched his lower lip, emotions such as pain and fear welled up in his heart, making his face almost distorted.In fact, in the final analysis, he was only a teenager. He lost an arm at a young age, and his bright future as a pilot was ruined. Under such blows, Qiao Jing could still talk to them with a smile without breaking down. , is already very remarkable.

"To put it bluntly, you are still afraid of hearing that answer from her." Jing Xinglan stretched out his hand and wiped the sweat-soaked forehead for the young man, "But it's better to think about it this way, it can't be worse anyway, rather than really On that day, if you regret it, why not be thicker-skinned and more courageous, and take one step at a time, how about it?"

Qiao Jing sobbed: "But I am like this now, what else can I do?"

"You can do a lot of things," Jing Xinglan said decisively, "Qiao Jing told me that your ideal is to become a general. Now, although there is no way to make military achievements on the battlefield and become a general, you can still be a general. My teacher—and help Yanzhi realize her dream by the way. In this case, do you think Yanzhi will despise you?"

Qiao Jing stared at him blankly, his eyes gradually becoming watery.

"Think about it for yourself."

Jing Xinglan stood up and was about to leave the ward to find Qiao Jing and the others, but when he walked to the door, the man suddenly turned slightly and said to Qiao Jing: "By the way, I forgot to mention it just now."

"We are all proud of you, welcome home, Qiao Jing."

At the moment the door closed, the teenager lying on the hospital bed embarrassedly covered his eyes with his only remaining arm, and burst into tears uncontrollably.

After Qiao Jing and Yan Zhi went out, they didn't go far.

After this group of wounded soldiers were sent, even the corridors were crowded with wounded, and the doctors and nurses were so busy that they never touched the ground.Qiao Jing's ward is on the third floor of the hospital. It was because of his status as a pilot and his serious injuries that he was able to have a separate ward. Otherwise, he would have to wait in the corridor with the wounded with his arms hanging and bandages on. treat.

Rouge listened to the wailing and panting sounds from time to time around her, and her already heavy heart became even more irritable.She didn't even want to look at these wounded again, because their appearance always reminded her of Qiao Jing who was still lying on the hospital bed.

So she said to Qiao Jing, "Sir, let's find a quieter place to stay."

Qiao Jing is also planning to do this, but now that the hospital is so busy, how can there be a quiet place?

They went up two floors and found a quiet place at the end of the corridor on the top floor.

It is not enough to say that it is quiet, the feeling here is a lifeless silence, if not knowing that the mortuary is not on this floor, Rouge would have thought that this is the morgue of the hospital.

She felt a chill inexplicably. Looking at the closed door on the left, she couldn't help rubbing the goosebumps on her arms: "Sir, are the people living here also sick?"

When Qiao Jing came, he took a special look at the sign on the wall of the hospital, and said, "This is the hospice ward."

Yan Zhi half-understood: "Is there any difference between this place and the ordinary convalescent ward?"

Qiao Jing cast his gaze out of the narrow skylight at the end of the corridor, he was silent for a moment, and said calmly, "Palliative care is hospice care."

Rouge opened her mouth and was silent for a while.

Compared with death, what is more desperate is the process of slipping into death and the pain of being powerless to the injury.

Qiao Jing couldn't help but think of a small incident in the previous world. After Qiao Cunzhi gave his autographed book to Ms. Elizabeth, the other party gave him a book in return.

A book she wrote herself.

She wrote on the title page: "Mr. Yan, I still firmly believe that I chose the career of medicine not because I was selfless and lofty, or because I wanted to make any contribution to the cause of human medicine, but because Just because I can't see the tears shed by patients and their loved ones. The moment I put on my white coat, my stand is life itself, not the country, politics or anything else."

However, Qiao Jing is also very clear that not everyone can have such a broad mind and firm belief like Ms. Elizabeth.

Even the people lying in this ward have lost their precious health and even their lives because of the war.

When the nurse opened the door and entered the ward, Qiao Jing had already seen the scene inside - no one spoke, all the wounded were lying on the bed dying, many people stared at the ceiling with empty eyes in a daze, even the sound of groans All faint to barely audible.

"They are all young people, and there are a few college students," the nurse told them with a sigh after she came out, "the average age is no more than 26 years old... That battle was too fierce. Although they finally defended the city, the No more than one-third of the people can survive inside."

Qiao Jing: "Where's their family?"

"Either they're dead, or they're missing and can't be contacted." The nurse shook her head, "As long as there is someone else in charge, they won't stay here alone waiting to die, committing crimes."

She couldn't bear it and said: "If you are free, go in and chat with them, tell some stories or anything else, so that they will be happy in the end. But remember, don't touch anything."

After the nurse left, Qiao Jing stood there for a long time.

Rouge murmured: "Sir...do you want to go in?"

Qiao Jing didn't answer.

He just lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand to push open the door of the ward.