A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

Deng Zhihua's head was full of black lines, and he looked at the patient in the next bed who was seriously injured like him.

It's impossible to paste cardboard boxes in this life!

To be honest, he was really curious about Song Hongqi's mental journey. Are there really people in this world who are not afraid of becoming disabled and trash in the eyes of others?

"After being paralyzed, not only will you not be able to serve as a soldier, but you will also be a drag on your family. Are you really not afraid?"

Deng Zhihua tried his best to tilt his neck, his bright eyes staring at Song Hongqi.

"My brother will never be a cripple, he is a great hero."

Shu Ange put down the spoon and emphasized to Deng Zhihua with a serious face.

Director Lu nodded approvingly: "Hong Shan is right, you are all great heroes."

The atmosphere in the ward was slightly heavy, and Song Hongqi grinned: "It's not easy for my parents to support me. I'm on a mission outside, and they're scared in my hometown... If I'm really disabled because of serving the motherland, they won't think I'm a burden... ...will only be proud of me."

He was still struggling to speak, and a sentence was interrupted several times.

Deng Zhihua was sullen in his heart, and lowered his head listlessly.

After the accident, the family took the latest flight to come here.

But after he woke up, he stubbornly refused all visits.

He just wants to be everyone's hero and doesn't want to be pitied by anyone.

"Company Commander Deng, just eat some food and replenish your nutrients so that you can recover better."

"Xiao Wu is right, you need to eat more and bring out the spirit of a falcon in the army!"

Deng Zhihua pursed his lips, looked at his meal, and then looked at Song Hongqi's. He resisted the urge to swallow and asked, "Why is Company Commander Song's meal so tempting, mine is just a bunch of mush with no discernible ingredients."

He is very aggrieved. They are all people who have contributed to the country. Why is the diet so different.

Song Hongqi smiled. He saw many young and arrogant people like Deng Zhihua in the army.

They may be a little picky in terms of room and board conditions, but they are an admirable strong soldier after being honed.

"My meal was made by my sister, Shan, and delivered."

"Yes, Captain Deng, if you miss the taste of your hometown, the troops can contact your family at any time."

"No, I'll just eat the gooey."

Deng Zhihua retorted Director Lu's suggestion in a blurry voice, and ate the salty soup in the hands of nurse Xiao Wu, who was bitter and grieving.

If it weren't for the stark contrast of the hospital bed next door, he would have swallowed it as he tried to endure it.

On the one hand, there are alluring aromas and delicious dishes, and on the other hand, there is nothing to say about the appearance, and Deng Zhihua is in a very melancholy mood.

Even if he invites his family over, they don't have such good cooking skills, so he should carry it by himself.

Soon, Deng Zhihua discovered that his willpower was not as strong as he thought.

His recipes: fruit puree, egg custard, salty porridge

, sweet porridge, boiled water, and easy-to-digest fish puree and chicken thigh meat in an infinite loop.

The recipes next door, different scents, different olfactory challenges, teased Deng Zhihua's appetite, but he couldn't taste what delicious food the other party made.

It wasn't that Song Hongqi was stingy and didn't want him to taste his own food.

But Deng Zhihua didn't dare to taste it, for fear that after tasting it, he wouldn't be able to eat his own gooey soup at all.

In the blink of an eye, a week has passed, and Song Hongqi's complexion has improved visibly with the naked eye under the care of Shu Ange.

When Director Lu came to check the room, he was very satisfied with Song Hongqi's recovery: "Hongqi, your sister is young, she is really capable. You can recover so well, thanks to her changing patterns every day to make you delicious food. of."

Without the need for a doctor to mention it, Song Hongqi also knew how hard his sister had been recently.

Three meals a day, she did not repeat the same meals. In order to let him eat fresh meals, she spared no effort to shuttle back and forth on the way from the family home to the hospital.

"Sister Shan has worked hard, and Director Lu has also worked hard. After the gypsum board is removed, I will work hard to exercise to be healthy and serve the great motherland."

"Brother, I'm not working hard. You can drink some rock sugar Sydney soup. The weather is dry, drinking Sydney soup can clear the cough and moisten the lungs and avoid throat infection."

As soon as she finished speaking, Deng Zhihua coughed several times in a muffled bed next door.

His chest and abdomen were injured, he couldn't cough forcefully, and his face was flushed with suffocation.

In front of Deng Zhihua is a cup of hot water. His blood sugar has been a little high recently and he cannot eat foods with high sugar content.

Seeing this, Director Lu walked to Deng Zhihua's bed, and after listening to his heartbeat, he frowned and said, "There is some murmur in the heart. During this time, you need to eat more to supplement nutrition, so as not to develop into infective endocarditis."

A bed of good news, a bed of bad news, the difference is clear.

Deng Zhihua held back his cough, and it took a while for him to feel more comfortable. He looked up at Director Lu, his eyes full of accusation: "Director Lu, my meal is too bad, I really can't eat it."

He was already able to get Song Hongqi with his own spoon. He stopped the movement in his hand and smiled honestly: "Director Lu, can my company Deng eat my dish? If he can eat it, I can share some of it with him. Sister Shan, you Do you have an opinion?"

Song Hongqi looked at the five big and three thick, with a serious face, and the simplicity of the rural people has never been lost.

While helping Deng Zhihua, he also tried not to cause trouble to his sister.

Deng Zhihua had been politely refusing it before. After a week of cooking, he couldn't stand it any longer. He said eagerly, "Company Commander Song, can I pay for the food or not? I'll take you guys, whether I can eat it or not."

The hospital's sick meal, under the strong contrast of clinical patients, became Deng Zhihua's nightmare.

He had a good impression of the little girl, a fifteen-year-old girl who came to take care of her elder brother from across the province.

Deng Zhihua's parents both belonged to big families. He scoured his cousins ​​and sisters, but couldn't find such a capable little girl.

What's even more rare is that she pays special attention to the privacy of the two of them. Every time he has a physical need, she will leave the ward in time.

"The target mission favorability is +15, and the current favorability is 40."

Director Lu nodded slightly and looked at Shu Ange: "Most of the meals are edible, but you need to pay attention to some dishes. Miss Hongshan, would you like to share some of the dishes you made yourself with Commander Deng? He is willing to pay for the meals."

"No problem, I'm usually busy cooking here, so just give me a token amount of food."

Speaking of which, Shu Ange blushed embarrassedly: "A lot of the dishes were given to me by my aunts and grandmothers, only the more expensive ones need to be bought."

"Thank you, Captain Song, and Miss Hongshan. You must pay for the food. I can't eat and drink for free. The People's Liberation Army has principles."

There was a knock on the door, and Cheng Huaixia, who was wearing a nurse uniform and pushing a cart, walked in.

"Hello Nurse Cheng."

Shu Ange said hello to Cheng Huaixia, she pursed her lips and smiled, looked at Song Hongqi's hospital bed and asked, "Hello Hongshan, how is Captain Song feeling today?"