The military doctor carried the baby, followed by the company commander, and together they went to the nearby military doctor's office.
The little one was placed on a single cot, and the crying stopped, except for occasional sobs and shivers.
"Alright, stop crying. A little man doesn't cry." Doctors all have a gentle and kind side, and I've already been quite healed by the gentle military doctor.
Then he picked up the cup of hot milk that the nurse had brought in earlier from the table and asked, standing in front of the little boy, "Milk, can you drink it?"
Tuanzi nodded her little head slightly: "Yes."
"Okay, Uncle will feed you."
The company commander watched this scene unfold, silently leaving the medical office, but returned a few minutes later, carrying the small cart, which he placed outside the door.
"Brother, I'm leaving this to you. I'm going back to training now."
"Okay, put it there."
Just as the company commander was about to leave, the chubby boy sitting cross-legged on the cot suddenly spoke up: "Uncle, my dad's name is Gao Dan! He's the commander of an elite division! So, he'll definitely beat that platoon leader to a pulp." Thanks to his father's teachings, the little boy had already memorized the military ranks.
The two grown men present couldn't help but laugh. "Oh? How did you know that person was the platoon leader?" the company commander asked curiously.
The little guy immediately became smug: "Of course, Dad taught me to recognize it."
"What else did your father teach you?" This was the question asked by the gossipy military doctor.
The little boy immediately covered his mouth with his hand and shook his head, saying, "It's a secret! I can't tell!"
Still keeping it a secret?
"Don't worry, little guy, I'll definitely pass on your message to that platoon leader." The company commander was a typical troublemaker, always eager to stir up trouble for his subordinates.
The little guy kept nodding and saying, "Thank you, Uncle."
Hmph, Platoon Leader Uncle, just you wait, wait for my dad to come!
On the training field, a platoon leader who was training his soldiers suddenly sneezed twice loudly: "Achoo! Achoo! Damn it, who's thinking about me?"
Hearing these extremely narcissistic words, the people around him all pouted: Why can't it be that someone is talking about you behind your back?
...............
On a country road in X town in the southern region, a half-finished van was speeding along, and Gao Dan and Instructor Zhao were put into the van.
The rear door of the carriage was locked from the outside. To get out, one had to kill the driver in the front seat and the person in the front passenger seat, and then exit through the front door.
Clearly, neither of them had that intention.
Achoo!
Suddenly, a sneeze rang out, and the male doctor in the passenger seat pointed his gun at Gao Dan, who had made the sound from behind, his tone particularly aggressive:
"What are you doing? You'd better behave, or these bullets won't have eyes."
Achoo!
That's right, Gao Dan came again.
Seeing that nothing was amiss, the person in the passenger seat turned around again. Gao Dan, however, rubbed the tip of his nose: At a time like this, who would be thinking of him?
Otherwise, what's the reason for the sneezing?
Don't even mention a cold. How can a soldier in the national defense department catch a cold so easily? You could say that in the entire elite division, from the division commander down to the lowest soldier, the number of times they go to the medical station's infirmary each year because of a cold is pitifully small. Almost all of them go there for external wound medicine when they are injured during training.
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