Hou Liangping arrested a hawkish general, and his father-in-law panicked

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Just a few minutes ago, in the emergency room.

"Blood pressure has risen, heart rate has returned to sinus rhythm, and vital signs are stable."

The nurse in charge of monitoring let out a long sigh, her voice filled with relief at having survived the ordeal.

The attending doctor took off his sweat-soaked mask, revealing an equally tired face.

He looked at the electrocardiogram curve that had finally returned to a stable state and felt like he had just been pulled out of the water.

"Preliminary diagnosis: acute myocardial infarction."

He said solemnly to his assistants, "The cause...is most likely a sudden myocardial spasm caused by strong electrical stimulation."

As soon as he said this, the expressions of several younger doctors and nurses nearby suddenly became a little unnatural.

They exchanged a look, one filled with hesitation and fear.

electric shock?

Of course they know what this means.

The person lying on the operating table is not an ordinary citizen.

This is General Zhao Yuanchao!

It is a contribution to the Republic!

He is an iron-blooded general who commands thousands of troops on the battlefield!

How could such a person be electrocuted?

If this matter were to get out, the sky of Handong Province would probably really collapse.

Do you want to tell the truth...

Just write it in the medical record?

A young doctor was about to speak when an older deputy director next to him immediately touched him calmly and stopped him with his eyes.

This kind of thing is not something they can discuss at their level.

Whether to write or not, no matter how to write, it will trigger an unimaginable political earthquake.

The attending physician did not notice anything unusual about his subordinates; all his attention was focused on the patient.

He shone the flashlight into Zhao Yuanchao's pupils to check his reaction.

At this moment, the eyelids of the person on the operating table trembled slightly.

It was slight, but enough to make everyone's heart jump to their throat.

The attending physician immediately leaned forward, his voice filled with suppressed surprise as he called out softly, "General Zhao? General Zhao, can you hear me?"

Zhao Yuanchao's eyelashes trembled a few more times, and then slowly opened a crack.

His eyes were initially distracted and confused, as if covered by a thick layer of fog.

But soon, the mist dissipated, and the familiar, sharp light like an eagle began to condense again.

He woke up.

"General Zhao, you're awake!"

The attending doctor's voice was filled with ecstasy.

……

"Family, the patient is awake."

These six words are an order of pardon.

The air in the corridor, which was as solid as cement, melted and flowed instantly.

The lieutenant general, who had been tense like a volcano about to erupt, suddenly shook his body.

The guard beside him quickly supported him.

"Commander Zhao... is awake?"

He muttered to himself, unable to believe his ears.

"Yes, General, he's awake, and his vital signs are stable."

The doctor confirmed again, his voice a little louder.

next second.

The lieutenant general, the tough guy who shed blood but not tears on the battlefield, suddenly had red eyes.

He pushed the guard aside, staggered to the door, and grabbed the doctor's arm with both hands. His strength was so great that the doctor's face changed.

"How is he...is he really okay?"

His voice was shaking.

"It's okay, we're out of danger for now."

After receiving a positive answer, the lieutenant general could no longer hold back.

He turned around suddenly, his back facing everyone, and his broad shoulders shook violently.

Muffled, low cries came from him.

Cry like a child.

In the crowd, the Chief of Staff of the 20th Army, Zhou Shoujing, the man whose eyes were full of murderous intent just now, was now like a child. He wiped his eyes fiercely with the back of his hand, but the tears could not be stopped and flowed freely along his resolute cheeks.

One after another, those officers with stars shining on their shoulders, those soldiers who always appeared ruthless in front of others, now took off all their disguises.

Some leaned against the wall, tilted their heads back to keep their tears from falling.

Some of them hugged each other and patted each other's backs, using this most direct way to vent their ecstasy and fear of returning to the world from hell.

Sha Ruijin, Gao Yuliang and Ji Changming looked at each other and saw four words in each other's eyes.

Thank goodness.

Sha Ruijin felt that the back of his shirt was soaked with cold sweat.

He let out a long breath and then realized that his legs were a little weak.

Finally...

Finally, Handong Province was pulled back half a step from the edge of the cliff.

At this time, someone asked: "Mr. Zhao was obviously in good health, how could he suddenly become critically ill?"

The attending physician was vague.

At this time, a young nurse spoke up: "It's a myocardial infarction, myocardial spasm caused by electric shock. Has the patient ever been exposed to high voltage electricity or something like that?"

A moment!

in the corridor.

Silence fell.

Anger is like a volcano about to erupt!

When Gao Yuliang heard the doctor's words, he knew that Hou Liangping was dead!

"Even your father-in-law can't protect you!"

Chapter 58: The military district is furious, and all the generals are gathered! Give us an explanation for our -man army!

The door to the emergency room opened!

The wheels of the mobile bed made a rapid rolling sound on the smooth floor tiles.

Like a small boat that has just escaped the storm and is being urgently towed into a safe harbor.

Zhao Yuanchao was pushed out.

The group of generals who seemed to have lost their souls just now instantly found their backbone.

They rushed forward almost instinctively, forming a moving human wall, tightly clustering the beds in the center and isolating the doctors, nurses and all bystanders.

The salty taste of tears still lingered in the air, but at this moment, something hotter than tears was surging in those red and swollen eyes.

"Old Zhao! You f*cking ..."

The lieutenant general who had just turned his back and cried bitterly was the first to squeeze to the bedside.

He stretched out his big hand holding a palm-leaf fan, but stopped in mid-air, hovering above Zhao Yuanchao's pale cheek, not daring to let it fall.

"You kid...you want to scare us to death!"

Zhao Yuanchao's eyes slowly turned and his gaze fell on this familiar and haggard face.

His lips were cracked and opened slightly, but no sound came out, only his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.

Commander of the 38th Army, Li Weidong.

When they were in the recruit company, both of them were rookies, and they couldn't stand each other. They often cursed at each other and were often scolded by the company commander.

Until the war broke out, back to back!

"Why am I not the one lying here? Old Zhao, I'll carry it for you!"

Back then, in the rain forest of southern Xinjiang, Zhao Yuanchao blocked a bullet for himself, and the bullet was only a few centimeters away from his heart.

Perhaps this heart attack was caused by that bullet.

"Commander!"

Zhou Shoujing pushed the person in front of him away and grabbed the bed railing tightly, with veins bulging on the back of his hand.

He leaned down, his eyes almost touching Zhao Yuanchao's face: "How do you feel, Commander?!"

The murderous intent that wanted to turn Handong Province upside down had not yet dissipated from his eyes.

Zhao Yuanchao's gaze shifted from Li Weidong's face to Zhou Shoujing's.

He looked at the bloodshot eyes of his beloved general, and a warmth flashed in his eyes, even a little bit...