Medical road

1.2 million words are now, to commemorate this special word count.

I think it was the first time that Lao Zang went to the emergency room. At that time, the conditions were not good. The 120 was still a small bread, like Changhe or Wuling. Anyway, it was not very advanced. It started like a small plane, fast and bumpy.

It was a wounded man whose chest was pierced by steel bars.

Lao Zang sat 120 and drove in the mountains. The other party drove towards the hospital. Finally, he ran into him halfway.

At that time, I still often dream about the scene until now, and I can't forget the life and death, just at the corner of a mountain col.

The workers didn’t know how to rescue them, and the blood blew up. At that time, Lao Zang was still a pink and tender young man. He threw a fist along the bone stubble and blocked the bleeding place. His hands were all punctured. Unfortunately, the wounded died in the end. Lao Zang's arms.

This thing is really too deep, like a brand, branded in my heart alive.

The writing is good or not, anyway, Lao Zang desperately wants to write well. Those who have left, those who have been very familiar with the ID for a long time do not appear, Lao Zang feels uncomfortable, as if a colleague left to a big city again .

120, just be hypocritical, don't laugh.

By the way, please order the full order. Don't skip it. I found that the chapters I wrote while crying like to skip. In fact, tears are good for body and mind. Really, Lao Zang doesn't lie to you!