Military: Let you report, you can easily catch the wanted criminal

Chapter 1427 Welcome the hero home!

The system said coldly: [It can be exchanged for 500,000 military value! ]

Five hundred thousand! This is indeed not a small number.

But Jiang Fan thought again, is his life worth only 500,000? He was speechless.

"No, you can leave."

Although my body has recovered more than 50%, the mental fatigue cannot be compensated.

Somehow he fell asleep again.

The total amount of sleep he had gotten these past few days, on and off, was almost three times his usual amount.

In a daze, it felt like an earthquake.

He hurriedly opened his eyes from his sleep, holding the gun on his chest with both hands vigilantly, and what he saw was indeed Peng Yue's face.

Peng Yue said worriedly: "Did we wake you up? Are you okay?"

Jiang Fan blinked in confusion, looked at the dozen ace special forces, and asked in surprise: "Why are there so many of you?"

Peng Yue said hurriedly, "When we set out, the commander-in-chief hadn't been able to contact you, so he wanted us to come over for a blanket search and brought us equipment. We didn't expect that we had just used up half of it when we got news of you, so we came straight over."

Jiang Fan stood up and patted the dust off his butt: "Okay, let's go, I'm fine."

Peng Yue held Jiang Fan down and carried him to the stretcher. "Look at the bandages on your body. You look like a mummy. Are you sure you're okay?"

Before Jiang Fan could even finish his words, he was interrupted by him.

Okay, okay, if you want to lift it, just carry it.

Peng Yue looked around for a while and asked, "Where's that? Xia Liang."

The light was too strong, Jiang Fan covered his eyes with his hands: "He's gone."

Peng Yue didn't ask any more questions and took Jiang Fan back directly.

The medical team members they had found were on the plane and they hurriedly examined Jiang Fan. Apart from excessive blood loss, there were no obvious problems with Jiang Fan's body.

The wounds on his body had been sutured, but they were done with coarse linen.

The doctor was shocked and asked, "Did you sew this wound yourself?"

Jiang Fan nodded: "It's too late, I can only deal with it simply."

Several doctors stood in front of Jiang Fan in shock, admiring his "simply treated" wound. The sutures were quite neat, but the thread used was not professional surgical thread, and the needles were probably the same pins used for sewing clothes.

We know that ace special forces soldiers have a strong ability to endure pain, but it is rare for them to be so cruel to themselves.

The doctors carefully examined him for a long time and said in shock: "The wounds on his body have been treated very well. It seems that we don't need to do anything."

Several doctors were still whispering to Jiang Fan. Peng Yue saw the impatience on Jiang Fan's face and called several doctors to work on the injury report.

After the doctors left, Jiang Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Peng Yue said tiredly: "It was so embarrassing just now. They actually surrounded me and praised my good wound suture."

Peng Yue smiled slightly: "At least they are praising your wound. If they were praising your good bone shape, some of us would cry."

Jiang Fan's expression suddenly became more serious, and he asked, "How are the remains of our comrades being dealt with now?"

Speaking of this topic, Peng Yue's expression became a little more serious.

Peng Yue said: "We just notified their family members, and several of them couldn't stand it on the spot and collapsed and fainted."

"In two days, when all family members have arrived, they will be buried together in the Martyrs Cemetery."

Both of them were silent. After all, Jiang Fan had seen the miserable conditions of several of his comrades, and saw one of them for the last time.

That scene, like a movie, kept flashing in Jiang Fan's mind, he couldn't forget it, it was shocking. After arriving at the base.

Shi Wenyuan brought a group of people to solemnly welcome Jiang Fan.

As soon as Jiang Fan stepped halfway out of the cabin, he heard a strong voice: "Everyone, salute."

Jiang Fan stood on the stairs, looking at the eager eyes of the leaders below.

Everyone saluted him sincerely.

In an instant, Jiang Fan felt an inexplicable warmth surge in his heart.

He raised his hand excitedly and saluted. He scanned everyone's faces one by one, and everyone's face was full of concern and enthusiasm.

"The ceremony is over. Welcome home, hero."

In an instant, everyone applauded and cheered Jiang Fan's return.

Jiang Fan's eyes became hot and his nose felt sore.

He walked up to Shi Wenyuan, saluted solemnly and said, "Report to the Chief of Staff, I have completed the mission and returned."

Then Jiang Fan lowered his head again and said regretfully: "I'm sorry, I couldn't save everyone, and even watched a comrade die in front of me..."

Jiang Fan could not bear to say the following words. He lowered his head heavily, but used the picture of the explosion to torture himself over and over again.

Shi Wenyuan raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and slowly placed it on Jiang Fan's shoulder: "Jiang Fan, you have done very well, don't blame yourself, no one can be a general who always wins."

Yes, no one is an invincible general, but he is that special person.

The first thing Jiang Fan did when he returned was to arrange a detailed examination for him. The examinations just now on the plane were the most basic, but they were not sure whether Jiang Fan's internal organs were damaged.

When Jiang Fan finished all his work, two hours had passed.

Shi Wenyuan accompanied him throughout the whole process, "Come to my office first, you still need to briefly explain this mission."

"Where's Pei Zhao? Are they okay?"

Shi Wenyuan sighed and took Jiang Fan to the third floor.

There were private soldiers guarding the doors of several rooms. When they saw Shi Wenyuan, they hurriedly saluted and made way for him.

Pei Zhao's condition was very bad.

"The doctor said that Pei Zhao's hand may not be saved."

“But everything else is pretty normal.”

Jiang Fan looked at his hand wrapped in plaster and after checking it with X-ray skills, he found that the injury was indeed too severe, with some bones in the middle being broken and missing.

"Has the poison in their bodies been cured?"

This was the first thing Jiang Fan thought of.

No one knew what strange things those ninjas used on them. Time was urgent and Jiang Fan had no time to analyze the ingredients of the medicine. He could only use several medicines with opposite effects to counter them.

This time, Shi Wenyuan shook his head again: "It's strange. Several medical teams have studied it for several days and still haven't figured out what it is. But the strange thing is that the drug seems to have gradually subsided in their bodies."

Ok?
It's really strange that there is such a thing.

But Jiang Fan's subconscious mind told him that this was definitely not a good thing.

Jiang Fan said, "Do you have the blood report? Let me take a look."

The doctor quickly sent over a blood test report, which showed something very strange, but it inexplicably gave Jiang Fan a sense of déjà vu.

"Could it be..." He suddenly had a bad guess.