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

Peng Yue organized the shelves, controlled the wheelchair and walked out, and said with a smile: "Uncle Song, you came very early today."

The old man named Uncle Song sat on the chair in the duty room. After registering today's shift handover time, he said: "I happened to be out today and didn't go home, so I came directly here."

Then, he saw Jiang Fan following Peng Yue.

Uncle Song said: "Xiao Peng, do you have a friend coming over today? Or is it a researcher coming to pick up something?"

Peng Yue said hurriedly: "This is a special soldier from the ninth squadron of this year's ace force. He came to see me for something."

Uncle Song pushed up his glasses and glanced at Jiang Fan, feeling that he seemed familiar.

When Uncle Song was young, he was also a special soldier in the army, but later he changed his career and stayed in other areas. Later, when he got older, he was asked to manage the warehouse. He worked carefully and his memory was good, but as he got older, he would definitely not be as good as when he was young. head.

Less than three seconds later, he immediately remembered where he had seen Jiang Fan's face.

He pushed up his glasses and said: "Ace Force Ninth Squadron, are you a special forces soldier who went on a mission some time ago? I didn't read the name carefully, but I heard that you performed operations on six other people on the plane?"

Jiang Fan didn't expect that this old man knew so much despite his humble appearance.

Peng Yue still learned about Jiang Fan's deeds from other people's mouths, and looked at Jiang Fan in shock: "You can also perform surgery? What do you do?"

Jiang Fan laughed awkwardly: "I actually know a little bit about everything, but it's just superficial. If you are interested, I can talk to you alone later. Don't waste your time today."

After listening to his words, Uncle Song knew that his guess was almost accurate.

He smiled and said: "You are really young and promising. It's good. You go and get busy."

Peng Yue handed the materials Jiang Fan had just filled out to Uncle Song and said, "Uncle Song, help me put them in the drawer."

Uncle Song took it and glanced at it, then asked: "What is this?"

Jiang Fan said bluntly: "These are some materials I want. Brother Peng said that I may need to apply."

Peng Yue explained: "He belongs to the system in the medical building, which is different from ours, so I have to ask tomorrow."

But Uncle Song smiled and said, "Many of the things here are for scientific research. Young man, do you still understand this?"

Jiang Fan didn't expect that Uncle Song would know so much. Sure enough, anyone who could stay in the ace team, even an old man looking after the warehouse, might be a Shaolin sweeping monk.

Jiang Fan said: "Yes, I have been involved in some scientific research projects recently. These materials I accidentally saw today may be of use."

Uncle Song looked at Jiang Fan with eyes full of approval.

He pushed up his glasses, looked more carefully, and then said: "Leave this to me. I can still help you a little in this field."

Peng Yue didn't expect that Uncle Song would take the initiative to help. He hurriedly pulled Jiang Fan and said, "Jiang Fan, please thank Uncle Song quickly. He must have said that there will be no problem."

After Jiang Fan thanked him, he kept wondering if he had met Uncle Song before?

When he was trying to search for memories of the past few days, he suddenly thought that he had actually met him once. When he was on the phone in the corridor of the medical building, an uncle walked by him wearing a mask. At that time, the other party looked at him. Take a look yourself. Thinking back carefully today, although the other person was wearing a mask, the shape of his eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same.

When leaving, Jiang Fan wanted to push the wheelchair subconsciously, but he noticed that Peng Yue always wanted to keep walking side by side with him. He probably also resisted Jiang Fan treating him as a useless person.

Jiang Fan asked: "Who is Uncle Song? Is he so powerful?"

Peng Yue said: "Uncle Song was one of the early batch of special forces. Later he was injured and his internal organs were injured. He stayed in the hospital for a long time and then changed his profession."

"The medical conditions at that time were not good, and the sequelae were so severe that for several years he almost had to carry oxygen when going out, and he had to wear a mask when the weather was a little bit worse. His condition at that time must have no sequelae at all now."

"Uncle Song is a very kind person, but even if he is not in good health, he always has to go to the hospital now."

That would explain why Jiang Fan saw him in the hospital, but everyone in the base went to the medical building when they were sick, so no one was surprised to see him.

Then, Jiang Fan added, "Then I'll wait a few days and see if I can check Uncle Song's health."

Peng Yue said: "Hey, I understand your good intentions. Uncle Song's body is checked every three months. There is nothing new, but it is an old problem that missed the best time and is difficult to cure."

"Besides, they are also older. Surgery is risky for people in this age group, so they can only rely on taking medicine."

Jiang Fan said: "I checked and had a good idea. It happens that the director is still researching related medicines. I'll see if I can help him."

Peng Yue was surprised. He didn't expect Jiang Fan to bother so much with someone he only met once.

He couldn't hide the doubt in his eyes and asked, "Are you so considerate to everyone?"

Jiang Fan said with a smile: "Actually, I think technology needs to progress. As long as I have the energy and ability, I am willing to pay more to help those in need. Maybe that medicine can improve Uncle Song's current situation. In such a situation, he might live a long life."

"It may also help more people in need, but I'm too fanciful right now. I'll wait until the actual research is done."

Peng Yue looked at Jiang Fan's expression. He was very sincere. When he said these words, it was as if he was talking about a dream that was within his reach.

Those words seemed to come out of his mouth, not as empty words, but as something he could truly do with all his strength.

He was very surprised and said: "Jiang Fan, you are quite surprising. Why do you need prosthetics? Aren't all special forces busy training?"

Jiang Fan smiled, his expression suddenly serious: "It's because I carried out a mission some time ago. I found that training is indeed very important, but if you only improve yourself, it is far from enough."

"Three of us from the Ninth Squadron were responsible for the rescue. When we arrived, we found that three seniors from the Third Squadron had been tortured to the point of losing their limbs."

When he heard Jiang Fan's heavy description, Peng Yue grabbed the hand of the wheelchair control rod so hard that his joints turned white. His brows furrowed, as if he was thinking of a certain past that he couldn't bear to look back on.

Jiang Fan noticed his emotion and said hurriedly: "Are you okay? Did I say something that made you uncomfortable?"

In fact, after experiencing injuries on the battlefield, many people also developed psychological illnesses. Some people may not have suffered serious trauma, but they were so tortured that they could no longer step into the battlefield.