Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1119 Xiao Qin, I'll leave Zhao Pengfei's portrait to you.

"Are you Zhao Pengfei's family member?"

"I'm his uncle. If you have any questions, just tell me directly."

In the hospital, in the specialist waiting room, Uncle Zhao Pengfei sat on a stool, looking at the doctor with a haggard face.

Ever since Zhao Pengfei got into trouble, he has been running back and forth between his home and the hospital. Since he is not in the local hospital, he has to take the high-speed rail to and from.

Although the comrades in the army could help reimburse the travel expenses, the back and forth trips, coupled with the fact that the condition had not improved, were really exhausting.

After all, there are old people and young children at home, and a lot of things waiting for him to do; but as one of Zhao Pengfei's few relatives, he still rushed over as soon as he received the call.

The attending physician was an experienced professor of neurology with completely white hair and glasses.

"I only gave you a general account over the phone before, but I still need to repeat the details in person."

"This time, we're using a completely new treatment model that has no precedent either domestically or internationally. If successful, the patient may gradually recover, or at least return to a normal state."

"But if you fail, I hope you can be mentally prepared in advance..."

The uncle nodded, but still asked pleadingly, "Is this surgery absolutely necessary? Is it possible to delay it with medication, injections, or some other folk remedies?"

"Maybe if I keep delaying it, it will get better suddenly?"

The old professor took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows.

Almost every family member of a patient who is in desperate situation will say the same thing.

They hope for a miracle to happen and hope not to gamble with the lives of their loved ones.

But any surgery, even appendectomy, carries certain risks, not to mention brain surgery.

But he could understand the anxiety of the patient's family, but he could only repeat his previous words over and over again.

"The operation must be done with the utmost precision. There's a bomb buried in the patient's head, and it could explode at any moment."

"If you have surgery, there's a few percent chance of survival. If you don't have it, or if you delay it, you're almost certain to die."

"That's all I can say. Anything else is meaningless. The military has already agreed and signed. Now, as long as your family members sign, the operation can begin."

After saying that, the nurse next to him handed him a form and asked him to sign it.

My uncle didn't read the terms and conditions above, but just picked up the pen and signed it silently.

The old professor nodded, then asked everyone to leave and they began to prepare for the work.

As soon as the uncle left, Zhao Haiguo, an 80-year-old man sitting on a chair outside, raised his head and stood up with the help of Qin Feng, holding the handrail.

Grandpa Zhao Haiguo hurriedly asked: "What did the doctor say? What is the success rate of the operation? Can it be cured?"

The uncle calmed down and forced a smile. "The doctor said the success rate is quite high. He also said your grandson was a soldier and has a strong physique. He will definitely recover quickly after the operation."

"When the time comes, you can take care of it and it will be fine."

When Zhao Haiguo heard this, he finally felt relieved.

This old man looked much older than the last time Qin Feng saw him.

Recalling the first time we met, this old man was unwilling to move to the county town for the sake of his twilight romance. He was willing to stay with the group of old ladies dancing in the square in the village, and he looked very proud.

But now he has lost a lot of weight and his back is hunched. He looks like a sickly old man from the countryside who could be blown down by a gust of wind.

But Qin Feng knew that he was anxious because he was overly worried about Zhao Pengfei; originally, Zhao Pengfei was the pride of his Zhao family, but now he became like this during the mission, how could a grandfather not feel heartbroken.

Qin Feng asked the old man to sit down and rest, and he followed his uncle outside: "What did the doctor say?"

The uncle knew that this statement could only fool the elderly, but not Qin Feng. "It's not very optimistic. He said there are no precedents at home or abroad. Zhao Pengfei is the first to try this treatment plan. Let us be mentally prepared."

He held Qin Feng's hand and said with great sorrow, "Xiao Qin, I feel so bad. How could a healthy and living person become like this?"

Qin Feng covered his hand, not knowing what to say.

As a soldier, the more ordinary and mediocre you are, the safer you are.

But the better and more outstanding one is, the closer one is to death and danger.

Every soldier understands this clearly when he joins the army, but there are still countless people who continue to want to be the best and want to be the ones closest to death.

From the plane collision in the southern waters that year to the clear love dedicated to the motherland on the western border.

They are all the bravest, most lovely and most respectable people; Zhao Pengfei is no exception.

The uncle wiped his eyes and sighed, saying, "Xiao Qin, to be honest, we've already prepared for the worst. According to the customs in our hometown, most of the necessary preparations for funeral arrangements have been prepared. Now all we need are photos."

"The only photos of Zhao Pengfei we have are of him as a child. He rarely took any pictures when he grew up. I'd like you to get a photo of him from the army so I can leave it as a posthumous portrait for the old man."

Qin Feng felt very upset. He wanted to agree, but in the end he choked in his throat and couldn't say it out loud.

If Zhao Pengfei can't get through this, I'm afraid that Zhao Haiguo, as his grandfather, won't be able to withstand such a blow.

He firmly held his uncle's hand and said solemnly, "Uncle, the operation hasn't started yet. We can't say anything discouraging. What if it succeeds?"

The uncle burst into laughter and said, "Yes, what if he succeeds? What if he succeeds? Wouldn't that make him better? Then maybe we can even see him get married and have children, and continue the Zhao family's lineage..."

At this time, military vehicles arrived one after another. Lu Chong, Sun Quan, Qiu Guohai, Chen Sanxi and others were the first to arrive.

After a while, Ge Zhiyong, Guo Haitao, Li Jiasheng, Yuan Feng and others arrived.

They didn't ask Qin Feng why he didn't inform them about such a big thing.

Because everyone knows Qin Feng's character, he is prepared to bear it alone.

Regardless of whether the result is good or bad, he decided to be the first to bear all the damage.

Ge Zhiyong asked worriedly, "What's going on now? Has Lao Zhao entered the operating room?"

Qin Feng: "I'm getting ready, it'll be ready soon."

Everyone waited anxiously as they watched Zhao Pengfei's head being shaved and he was injected with anesthetic.

After putting on special surgical clothes, the medical staff pushed him into the operating room on a medical cart.

The heavy metal door of the operating room slowly closed, and a red light indicating surgery was in progress lit up above it.

At this moment, everyone's heart was in suspense, because no one knew whether this door separated two different worlds, or whether this would be the last time they would see each other...