Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 757 I will forget everyone, including you

In the evening, Qin Feng asked them to go back to the hotel to rest, and he just stayed to accompany them.

This is not something that can be done overnight. Everyone has their own tasks to complete, and the time for the cross-theater exercise is getting closer and closer. They still have to work hard to prepare and train their troops well.

This is what soldiers are like. No matter how big the situation is, they must put their responsibilities and orders first.

Everyone nodded. Lu Chong and Qiu Guohai had important matters to attend to, so they returned that night.

Ge Zhiyong, Li Jiasheng and others found a hotel nearby to stay in, planning to take another look tomorrow and then return.

Tell Qin Feng to call and inform them immediately if anything happens, and they will come as soon as possible.

Qin Feng responded and returned to the ward after sending the man away. It was already 11 o'clock in the evening and all the lights in the hospital wards were turned off.

He pulled a stool and sat beside Zhao Pengfei's bed. At this moment, Zhao Pengfei fell asleep again.

He was sometimes awake and sometimes drowsy, as if he could never get enough sleep.

Qin Feng looked at the sutures on Lao Zhao's head and the half of his skull that was sunken in, and felt really distressed.

He really wanted to find Li Qianjun right now and kill him to avenge his old squad leader.

But he knew it wasn't time yet.

He also knew that there was a group of old monsters standing behind Li Qianjun.

Everything has two sides. Even a bowl of tofu pudding can be divided into sweet and salty factions, not to mention other things.

Perhaps, in the eyes of those people, Qin Feng only has the talent of a general, but not the talent of a commander, and he does not know what the overall situation is.

But what Qin Feng knew was that no matter what the circumstances, he must never point the gun at his own people, let alone use his own people's lives to exchange for benefits.

A person without a bottom line can never become a hero, and the farm must never be handed over to such a person, otherwise it will definitely be a disaster.

Just wait a little longer, one day Qin Feng will kill that bastard with his own hands!

Time passed slowly, and it was late at night. When the bedside table next to me was opened, it turned out to be a small bed for accompanying patients.

The rent is not expensive, only a few dollars for a night's sleep. This is how all the hospital wards are set up nowadays.

Around two or three in the morning, Qin Feng suddenly heard some noise and immediately opened his eyes and stood up.

Sure enough, it was Zhao Pengfei who woke up and wanted to find some water to drink, but because he was seriously injured, he couldn't move and could only move his body to the side.

"I come."

Qin Feng was just about to pass the water to him when he heard a familiar voice.

"Qin Feng...why are you here?"

Qin Feng looked over with surprise and helped Zhao Pengfei stand up a little: "Old squad leader, do you recognize me?"

Zhao Pengfei's face was pale, his cheeks sunken, but he was a little puzzled: "What are you talking about? How can I not recognize you?"

Qin Feng quickly dripped the water into the cup and handed the straw to his mouth. Looking at him trying hard to drink the water, he smiled and said, "You woke up a while ago, but you didn't recognize anyone. Don't you remember?"

Zhao Pengfei spit out the straw and shook his head, having no recollection of this happening at all.

However, he said that he had a dream in which many people, including Ge Zhiyong, Li Jiasheng, and Qi Meng, all came.

But it was strange that everyone acted as if they didn't know him or see him. They were all talking and chatting among themselves and completely ignoring him.

Qin Feng didn't understand the Zhou Gong's dream interpretation either, but he still comforted Zhao Pengfei and said, "Dreams are the opposite of what they actually are. Everyone is concerned about you and hopes that you will get better soon and return to the army soon."

Zhao Pengfei nodded slightly, also looking forward to recovering and returning to the army as soon as possible.

As a soldier, especially a special forces soldier, getting injured is a common occurrence.

At the beginning, when Qin Feng was still a new recruit, he was seriously injured.

It took me several months to recover and return to the army.

He believed that this time would be as smooth as before, it would just take a little longer.

Zhao Pengfei asked curiously, "How long have I been lying here? Three days, or a week?"

Qin Feng shook his head: "You have been lying in bed for more than a month. This is a top-tier hospital in Beijing."

Hearing that he had been lying in bed for a whole month, Zhao Pengfei showed an incredible expression.

He just felt that he had slept for a while, but he didn't expect to sleep for so long?

He remembered that the last time he opened his eyes, he saw Ge Zhiyong?

Zhao Pengfei looked at the empty collar of Qin Feng's military uniform and asked in confusion: "Where is your military rank? Why is it gone?"

Qin Feng did not hide it, because he knew he couldn't hide it: "Something went wrong and I was temporarily suspended. Now I am a "three-no" person."

Zhao Pengfei was a little anxious and wanted to ask the reason, but his head suddenly felt dizzy and he fell asleep again.

Qin Feng tucked him in, not knowing why he was sometimes conscious and sometimes unconscious. He could only wait for the doctor to do a detailed examination before making a conclusion.

As the days passed, Ge Zhiyong and his colleagues had all returned to the army and were busy with their own affairs.

Because Qin Feng was suspended from his job, he became an idle person and had to accompany and take care of his father in the hospital every day.

Although the army paid for a caregiver, Qin Feng always felt that some things had to be done personally, otherwise he would not feel at ease.

These days, he conscientiously helped Zhao Pengfei change his urine bag, carry the poop basin, turn him over and rub his legs, and pushed him to various floors for examinations.

In the past ten days, I have done almost all the possible tests. Now I am waiting for the doctor's comprehensive clinical diagnosis report to confirm the next treatment plan.

In the doctor's office, Qin Feng sat on the stool a little nervously, with the female doctor still in front of him.

She took off her glasses and looked at Qin Feng, explaining seriously, "Based on various test reports and multiple meetings and discussions among our hospital's brain experts, we've reached a conclusion that's not very optimistic at the moment."

"The patient suffered brain damage due to recurrence of inflammation during the postoperative recovery period. Although it was controlled by medication, it still caused some damage to the xx neurons in the right brain."

"As a result, he sometimes falls asleep, sometimes wakes up, sometimes remembers you, and sometimes recognizes no one."

Qin Feng clenched his fists and asked anxiously: "Is there any effective treatment plan or any special medicine?"

The female doctor shook her head. "Currently, there are no effective medications for this in China. Furthermore, his injury is not only irreversible, it may even worsen over time."

"What do you mean?"

Qin Feng's heart tightened, and his face was full of worry.

The female doctor explained: "That is, he will be awake less and less, and sleep more and more. Even if he is awake, he will not be able to recognize you, but will treat everyone as a stranger."

"You can think of it as the damaged part of his brain constantly deleting all the memories in his head until everything is completely blank."

Qin Feng was silent, because he couldn't imagine what Zhao Pengfei would be like after his memory was reset to zero.

By then, his condition would be no better than that of a vegetative state, and even taking care of himself would be a problem.

Qin Feng was in a very low mood after coming out of the doctor's office. Although the doctor said that they would try various methods to treat the disease, he still asked himself to prepare for the worst.

"what did the doctor say?"

At this time, Zhao Pengfei was watching TV and he was awake.

Seeing Qin Feng coming in from outside, he asked casually.

He didn't know the exact condition of his illness, and Qin Feng didn't tell him the truth.

Instead, I coaxed him by saying that this was normal and that sleepiness was a sign of recovery. The doctor said that it wouldn't take long for him to recover and return to the army.

Zhao Pengfei was in high spirits when he heard this, and his complexion was much better than the previous few days: "That's good, that's good. I hope I can recover before the exercise starts next year, so that I can join the main force and kill everyone!"

Qin Feng smiled and nodded: "We will definitely catch up. By then, you will have to lead the special operations company!"

Next, the two chatted briefly about things in the army.

Zhao Pengfei was about to fall into a coma again, just like an old device with a dead battery.

His eyelids moved up and down, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. Qin Feng tucked the quilt in for him and sat beside him.

At this moment, Zhao Pengfei asked in a daze, as if he had a premonition of something.

"You said, I always sleep... Maybe my head is fuzzy..."

"No, the more you sleep, the faster you recover."

"Don't lie to me... I can feel that something is... wrong..."

"Don't think too much."

Qin Feng covered him with the quilt again, and comforted him with red eyes: "Go to sleep quickly."

Zhao Pengfei's eyelids grew heavier. "I realized today that I can't remember a lot of things... Will... one day, I forget all of you..."

Qin Feng's eyes were filled with tears as he shook his head vigorously: "How is that possible? We are comrades-in-arms, brothers who have been through life and death together. If you forget about us, I won't agree!"

"Well, that's good, go to bed early..."

Zhao Pengfei stopped talking, closed his eyes, and fell into a coma again.

Seeing him like this, Qin Feng wiped his face with his sleeve, feeling as if a knife was stabbing into his heart.

If possible, he even hoped that the bullet would have pierced his neck so that Zhao Pengfei would not have to suffer.

He didn't dare to think about what kind of state Zhao Pengfei would be in if he really formatted himself and forgot everything about everyone.

At the same time, a figure stood in the corridor outside the ward, looking at Qin Feng inside and Zhao Pengfei who was in a coma on the bed, his face full of self-blame...