"Okay! Your test results are in, and based on what's shown so far, there's nothing wrong. However, according to the doctor's analysis, if you continue to do this demanding work, you might experience partial or selective amnesia. This possibility is real!"

The political commissar observed Feng Yuxing's expression as he spoke, and sure enough, Feng Yuxing's expression suddenly changed.

"Political Commissar, what do you mean? Are you saying that I will never be able to fly a fighter jet again?"

Even a mentally retarded person could understand the meaning of what Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an had just said. At this moment, Feng Yuxing had an expression of disbelief on his face.

"It's not just fighter jets that can't be flown, but any type of aircraft. Oh! Especially those that need to fly for a long time!" Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an stared at Feng Yuxing, sighed helplessly and said, "You must understand, if you are flying a plane at high altitude and encounter a dangerous situation, you suddenly lose your memory, what terrible consequences will this lead to?"

Feng Yuxing's flying talent is beyond imagination. Not only does he train extremely hard, but he is also extremely demanding of himself.

Commander Meng Haotian and Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an saw that Feng Yuxing had "always been excellent and never surpassed", and they praised him highly.

However, now faced with the fact that Feng Yuxing could no longer fly, they were speechless, unable to find a single word of comfort. After all, even they themselves felt deeply sorry for Feng Yuxing, and it was also their loss.

"How is this possible! My body and brain are stronger than ever. It's impossible, impossible..."

Feng Yuxing roared loudly, his expression was very excited, and his voice was hysterical, shaking Meng Haotian's office.

Meng Haotian and Zhan Nong'an didn't stop Feng Yuxing from roaring, but chose to let him vent his emotions. They knew that for Feng Yuxing, who regarded the fighter plane as his life, this situation was like asking for his life!

The pain and anger in Feng Yuxing's heart surged like a tidal wave, and he couldn't hold back his emotions. Every roar expressed the despair and unwillingness deep in his heart.

They understood Feng Yuxing's love and dedication to fighter jets, and understood what this loss meant to him. Perhaps one day in the future, harsh reality would emerge, and as the heads of the base, they would be forced to make a choice.

At this moment, Feng Yuxing's world seemed to collapse, and he felt unprecedented helplessness and confusion.

"The doctor's examination is definitely inaccurate. I want to continue the examination..." Feng Yuxing kept shouting.

"Our military doctors are also very cautious. They convened a number of brain experts to discuss the feasibility of your continuing to fly a fighter jet, but the conclusion does not support their idea!" The political commissar said with a bitter face, looking at Feng Yuxing.

"Falcon! Don't say you don't accept it. The political commissar and I don't accept this conclusion either. But this is related to the danger of the troops in wartime and your own safety. The political commissar and I have to be cautious. Otherwise, it will not only be irresponsible to the country, but also to you!"

Commander Meng Haotian had a bitter face and interrupted from the side. He didn't even dare to look at Feng Yuxing's desperate eyes.

"How is this possible? It's absolutely impossible. I don't believe this conclusion and I don't accept it..."

Feng Yuxing was still in a crazy state, his face flushed, his eyes red and tearful, and his voice was hoarse.

"Falcon Eagle! Even if you leave H Base, you are still my soldier. If there is a war, I must recall you. You! Falcon Eagle, you will always be my soldier, Meng Haotian, and the best soldier!"

Commander Meng Haotian said with assurance,

"Well, I've been arguing with the political commissar and the local authorities for a few days, and I've arranged a less busy position for you so that you can recuperate! Right, political commissar?"

"That's right! Yuxing! With your amnesia, no one can guarantee anything will happen, right? After a long period of recuperation, if there are no more problems, then the experts' conclusion can be overturned! You must be there in wartime!" Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an also used the commander's words to continue to persuade Feng Yuxing.

The words of Commander Meng Haotian and Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an slowly calmed Feng Yuxing's emotions, and they both finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Meng Haotian and Zhan Nong'an spent several more hours comforting and persuading Feng Yuxing, and finally stopped him from roaring.

He didn't even open the file bag given to him by Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an. He only remembered that he had to report to the Provincial Department of Culture and Tourism within three days.

Feng Yuxing's heart was filled with complex emotions. He stroked the smooth fuselage of the JH-20 fighter, as if he had found a trace of comfort in this familiar metal.

Tears silently slid down his eyes, staining the plane that had accompanied him countless times in flying across the blue sky.

He gently took off the military rank on his shoulders and handed it to Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an, thus ending his military career.

With great reluctance and nostalgia, I walked out of the H Air Force Base. My legs felt like they were tied with lead, my steps were heavy, and my heart was filled with indescribable sadness and reluctance.

Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an asked a soldier to drive him home. After all, he had been demobilized and could no longer drive the army jeep.