Chapter 4: Men (One time)

From then on, the horse thief prince and the Mongolian princess lived a happy and peaceful life.

According to the routine of fairy tales, the ending of the story must be like this and must be like this. However, life will never be a fairy tale.

After receiving a telegram from Siqin for help, General Fu Zuoyi immediately sent the most wise surgeon in the entire Northern Army, escorted by the Cavalry Battalion of the 93rd Regiment, to Yeteyou Banner of Wuqi at night, and accompanied him with a new international model of field hospital special X-ray machine and a small diesel generator for testing and treatment.

All shrapnel were taken out and all wounds were treated very professionally. After the operation, under the careful care of Siqin, Zhao Tianlong's injuries healed very quickly. It took only two weeks to climb off the hospital bed and be able to move around with a cane. A month later, he simply threw down his cane, and drove the flock of sheep on the grassland like an ordinary Mongolian shepherd, singing loudly.

However, his skills were obviously not as flexible as before being injured, especially his two thick thighs. When he moved, he always looked like two irrelevant wooden stakes, one step after another, and a short pause was inevitable in the middle. He seemed to have iron patches on his knees, and he rarely made bends, and he could not even bend without intention.

More than four months passed in a blink of an eye, and Zhao Tianlong's body still did not improve much. When he sat on the chair, he looked energetic and red. As soon as he stood up and walked, he immediately became shaking and staggering. The originally familiar horse movement of flying horses actually required two people to support him. He could not stabilize his body even when riding on the saddle. From time to time, he fell off the horse's back like a novice.

In response, the surgeon who risked his life to come from Fu Zuoyi was helpless. "Maybe the shrapnel destroyed a certain nerve at the beginning, or the shrapnel stayed in the body for too long, causing some complications. With current medical methods, there is no better way to find. We can only help the injured muscles and nerve tissue recover slowly through massage and other auxiliary means."

When he said these words, he tried not to look at the eyes of Siqin and Zhao Tianlong, as if he would be guilty for the rest of his life if his eyes were connected with them.

"Ah, why is this happening? Doctor Zhu, did you make a mistake in your judgment? Didn't you tell me that it would be fine if you take out all the shrapnel?" Siqin was shocked after hearing this, grabbed the doctor's sleeve and asked sternly.

"This, Prince Siqin, you may not know. Even the top doctors in Europe and the United States cannot guarantee the nerve repair, so they can only remind the patient to take care of it slowly." Dr. Zhu blushed and wanted to pierce his head into his crotch. At first, he heard that he had only taken a few pieces of grenade fragments left in his body. He did praise Haikou. Not only did he slap Siqin, but also slapped his chest in front of General Fu Zuoyi. Unexpectedly, the result was so unsatisfactory. Even though the shrapnel were removed, the injured man's spinal nerve had problems.

Zhao Tianlong's behavior was as generous as ever. He neither accused the doctor of his incompetence nor complained about the unfairness of fate. He smiled faintly and whispered: "Then let's take care of it slowly. I just want to take a good rest for a few days recently."

"How can that be done?" Siqin pulled Zhao Tianlong hard and shouted with pain, "Brother Long, don't worry, I'll send someone to invite another doctor now. If it really doesn't work, I'll send you to Bethune International Hospital. Anyway, you can use a gun now and you won't encounter too much danger on the way."

"It's better not to be so troublesome. Maybe I will be cured suddenly tomorrow. Haven't you heard from Dr. Zhu? European and American doctors can't do anything about this disease!" Zhao Tianlong gently patted Siqin's hand and shook his head with a smile.

"Yes, yes, yes, this disease must be slowly developed. The most important thing is to calm your mind." Maybe it was stimulated by Siqin's other words, or maybe it was eager to show that he was not a quack doctor, Dr. Zhu suddenly raised his head and added repeatedly, "If you calm your mind, your limb movements will naturally not be so stiff. Then you will have regular muscle exercises."

"Why don't you say that, kowtow to God and ask him to bless Brother Long." As long as it involves the safety of his lover, Siqin's mentality cannot remain calm at all.

"Siqin." Zhao Tianlong frowned and stopped him softly, "Don't make things difficult for Medical Officer Zhu, he has tried his best. As for recovery, I will take my time to learn how to run and ride a horse again. It's no problem. At worst, I will just treat myself as a child and do it again."

"Then, he, he" Siqin was still unwilling to let go of the unscrupulous quack doctor in her eyes. However, deep down, she cared more about the feelings of her own man, murmured a few times, and nodded helplessly.

Seeing this, Zhao Tianlong couldn't help but smile and comfort him: "Isn't it only half a year? The old saying goes, it's a hundred days to hurt my muscles and bones. My injury this time is always worse than ordinary muscles and bones. When I have time, we will take Uncle Scar and Relief back to regulate his body. He is the best at this."

"Yes." Siqin's eyes lit up and nodded obediently. Although Lao Caiwen was born in a wild way, he was the most skilled in treating traditional bruises and injuries. What Dr. Zhu thought was impossible might not be a problem for him. Maybe a few or two decoctions can cure the disease.

The couple has always been quick to do things. After making up their minds, they immediately sent someone back to Qilin Ridge to ask Lao Chuang to go down the mountain. Zhang Songling has been busy recently and has not met his good friend for a month. After listening to the people from the royal palace report the basic situation, they discussed with Fang Guoqiang and left the latter on duty on the mountain. He led the Japanese to the Red Bearded Oriental White Horse and went down the mountain with the messenger.

Zhao Tianlong was very happy about the arrival of his good friend. He was very busy inside and out. He arranged more than ten kinds of fresh vegetables. After drinking and eating, the two brothers started talking about guerrillas again. They were both very impressed by Fang Guoqiang's vision at the time.

"I heard that the Japanese have added troops to Black Stone City again. Thanks to Lao Fang, if he hadn't prepared early that year, we would have been caught off guard by the Japanese."

"It is indeed a new military force to Blackstone City. This is the third time in half a year. It is said that it will use Blackstone City as the base to build a security demonstration zone." Zhang Songling put down the milk tea in his hand and introduced it to his good friend with a wry smile.

"What should we do? Let's wait for him to continue to grow and grow." Although he had not returned to the team for half a year, Zhao Tianlong's heart was still with everyone. He heard Zhang Songling's speech depressed and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
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