Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Fu Minghui groaned and stepped forward to grab Luo Zhao's good hand, "What are you doing? Let go!"

It hurts to press like this.

Unfortunately, compared to Luo Zhao, her strength is too small and she cannot shake him at all.

Luo Zhao didn't shake her off, until a moment later, the blood gushing from the wound gradually decreased.

"Sugar is a good thing. It has been listed as a national strategic material since the 1960s." Seeing that Fu Minghui was so frightened, Luo Zhao also did some popular science to distract her.

"On the battlefield, sugar, as a high-calorie and energy-rich food, can quickly replenish the physical strength of soldiers. The water-retaining property of sugar can prevent food from spoiling, and can also replace medicines to treat wounds when necessary."

"You probably don't know that sugar can also be used to make ammunition and alcohol."

"Modern people have such a good life that they are completely repelled by sugar."

"You know what? We are dealing with a country where sugar is extremely scarce and cannot be separated from us."

"What don't they lack? In a poor country, if you are not kind-hearted, you will rob others of what you don't have." Fu Minghui snorted.

In the sound of Luo Zhao's words, he really relaxed.

Luo Zhao took out a small bag from his pants pocket and asked Fu Minghui to open it.

Although this small bag may look very mini, the contents inside are diverse and complete.

But Luo Zhao didn't let her get anything else. He only asked her to take out a few things similar to transparent tape.

"Just stick it on the wound for me." Luo Zhao aligned the split skin himself, "From top to bottom, don't leave any gaps in the middle."

Fu Minghui's hands were shaking, but he tried not to panic. He peeled off the patches one by one and applied them to the wound again.

The wound was half a foot long, extending from Luo Zhao's upper arm to his lower arm.

After everything was taken care of, the injured person was fine, but the healer almost collapsed, and the hair on his forehead was wet with cold sweat.

"Do you really not need stitches?" Although the bleeding had been completely stopped, she was still worried.

"Believe me, this is better than stitches." Luo Zhao didn't want to explain more, but he didn't want her to worry anymore, "When it is taken off, the wound will heal well. I have experience."

Okay, it’s black technology again.

Moreover, he had been seriously injured so many times before that he didn't pay much attention to such a big wound.

Fu Minghui felt that he could no longer stand, so he took two steps back, sat on the toilet with the lid covered, and let out a long breath.

Luo Zhao suddenly thought: He was just injured, and she was like this. What if he died in the battle? How about dying in battle in front of her?
Suddenly I felt a little worried.

He also remembered what a senior in the bureau said to him: To be in our line of work is to promise the country with your life. Yu Yu is destined to walk alone in the darkness, without glory, money and status, without aura, and no one even knows.

Therefore, you must be silent in life and do not have emotional involvement with others.

Because once you have love and care, you will not be willing to die. That way, when you are on the front line, you will have worries and not be able to do things well.

When he thought of this, his melting heart immediately froze up again.

"Here, let me clean it up for you." He looked at the messy bathroom and changed the subject.

"No, no, no, no." Fu Minghui stood up quickly and refused repeatedly, "My cleaning lady will handle it. If you lie, I will tell it well."

What she said made Luo Zhao almost smile.

Fu Minghui took him to the kitchen and immediately cooked brown sugar water and eggs.

"Is this for pregnant women?" Luo Zhao was helpless.

"You don't care, it's to replenish blood anyway." Fu Minghui thought for a while and pulled out a few jujubes from somewhere.

Luo Zhao originally wanted to leave, but Fu Minghui forced him to finish the meal.

"What is this?" When Luo Zhao was struggling to eat, Fu Minghui took his small first aid kit, spread it out on the dining table, pointed at something and asked. "If the wound is too deep, you can use this to suture it yourself."

"what about this?"

"Strengthening potion, and adrenaline."

"This is the one you glued to the wound just now, what about this one?"

What is a sticky wound?
Has such a high-end medical-grade material, which can replace surgical sutures, become a band-aid in her eyes?

Luo Zhao patiently explained each emergency medicine and mini tool.

Fu Minghui said thoughtfully, "Seeing this, why do I think this is a very dangerous job?"

"Don't worry, I won't let you face danger." Luo Zhao said.

From a certain perspective, they are partners.

She has the strongest power, and he is her special bodyguard, taking her life as his own.

If he died, the Bureau would equip her with someone else.

Because her power is the most important thing, but she doesn't understand it yet.

Moreover, it seems that the power can be advanced, although there is no pattern yet and it is not clear...

"I'm not afraid." Fu Minghui waved his hand, "Okay, a little bit. But I won't back down, don't worry. I just want to know, do I need one of these?"

She pointed to the first aid kit, "It seems to give people a sense of security."

"You don't have to." Luo Zhao said, he would definitely protect her anyway.

"If I give it to you, would you dare to use this needle to prick your heart?" he asked again.

Seeing Fu Minghui's surprised look, he tried to please him a little, "To say the least, when you are in a panic, can you find the specific location of your heart?"

Now she only knows that the heart is on the right side of the chest, where exactly? You can’t know exactly when you’re not panicking, okay?

Fu Minghui was frustrated.

"Okay, let's talk about how you felt in the border just now." Luo Zhao quickly brought the topic to the point, "Is there anything different this time?"

"Shen Miao has kept me in the illusion for a longer time. What does he want me to see?" Fu Minghui tried his best to regain his mind and thought back seriously, "But why do I feel that he doesn't want me to see it and just pulls me passively? Did you go in?"

"That is to say, he doesn't want to get help from you, but there is some magical energy pushing you away? Even he can't control it?" Luo Zhao asked with a frown.

Fu Minghui nodded speciously, "I feel that way."

But suddenly I recalled Uncle Shen's action of bending down to pick up the chocolate balls, and the warm smile on his face when he turned around.

This reminded her of her change of father, and she couldn't help but sigh sadly and describe the situation, "This scene left a deep impression on me. I think if the parent-child relationship is very good, if the last sight was that scene, no one would A child can stand a look like that.”

Luo Zhao wanted to touch Fu Minghui's head to comfort him, but he endured it and forced himself to focus on business, "Maybe next time we will pull Shen Miao out of that car."

"What do you mean?" Fu Minghui suddenly raised his head, "Did you see more today than last time?"

I really feel that people like Luo Zhao exist, silently shouldering the burden for us.

Even if they are not people like him, isn't that the case for those who protect the motherland and protect the safety?

As I wrote in my book, modern people no longer have the spirit of selfless dedication, and there are even fewer people who sacrifice themselves for the country and the people like their revolutionary ancestors. We ordinary people cannot be that great, but we should have reverence.

What he hates and resents most are those who sneer at all this. He cannot do it himself. He talks about humanity and laughs at those who sacrificed their lives and blood for it. I live a good life, but I don't admit it, and I don't believe that anyone has worked hard for it.

It’s too much to say, but it’s just a little bit of my own insights.