Walking all the way to the fourth floor, before entering the door, Ma Ping'an smelled a strong smell mixed with medicinal herbs and light blood.

It smells a little bad.

There were two pots of cactus at the door, which looked pretty good, green and extremely gratifying.

When I opened the door and walked in, a white gauze tent stretched inward along the door, because it happened to be morning. At this time, doctors wearing white jackets were looking at the medical records. From time to time, they opened the gauze tent to look at the people on the bed, and then looked at the medical records hanging on the head of the bed to confirm that the injuries did not recur in the past few days.

Occasionally, when I saw a wound cracked, I immediately asked the nurse who followed me to replace the gauze and change the dressings to avoid secondary infection of the wound due to inflammation.

Because everyone here is a professional soldier, some people who are not seriously injured get up early and get together to play cards. There is no entertainment in the hospital. In addition, communication has been cut off, only the local area network is left, and games are no longer available, leaving only the most primitive entertainment.

The gambling money is a bit novel, it’s smoke.

An older doctor walked over and the soldier who was responsible for venting the air lies on the hospital bed and coughed heavily, and the smoke on the bed was immediately hidden.

The old doctor walked over with a expressionless face, sniffed casually, and said, "Come on, brothers and others consciously handed over the things. If they don't hand over, they will extend the discharge time."

"Anyway, as you do, you won't be discharged from the hospital in your entire life."

Before the soldiers could justify their defense, the old doctor pointed at a thin man standing in the crowd: "Monkey, it's you, please hand over the things out, otherwise you won't be discharged from the hospital."

The soldier called the monkey said with an innocent look on his face: "Old man, I really didn't hide this time, I have nothing."

The old doctor immediately threw his eyes with admiration: "Well, it's not bad, monkey, you did a good job, I'll do it one day in advance, I'll do it, you'll be discharged from the hospital one day, I'll do it, you'll have a month left, it's almost time, keep working hard, I'll be optimistic about you."

Then he spread his hands and put them in front of everyone: "Come on, who hid this time? I will pretend that I didn't see it this time."

Then he glared at everyone and looked at him: "Don't let me find it myself!"

A soldier in the crowd whispered: "Dog's nose." As he said, he lifted the quilt, and more than a dozen cigarettes were lying there quietly.

He handed it to the old doctor and looked at him hatefully. Then he looked at the soldier who was venting the air: "Can you remind me in a different way next time? Is it possible that the dog's nose not knowing if you use the same trick every time?"

The soldier who was venting the air lay on the bed and raised his hand, expressing helplessness: "Blame me."

The old doctor put away the cigarette in his hand and then walked forward. At the same time, he followed the nurse beside him and said, "They are in good spirits. These people can go out after recuperation for a few more days, but they should still take care of it and don't let them smoke to death."

The nurse waved her hand helplessly: "I can't control it. They are all big men. I can't follow them to the bathroom."

The old doctor glared and said fiercely: "You are a doctor. The doctor has no gender in his eyes. I have to say this?"

The old and the young gradually walked away, and the gambling game started again.

This time, the audience has been replaced.

Ma Ping'an was also slowly walking in, and wailing sounded in his ears from time to time.

He walked to a wounded bed with his legs amputated and his abdomen was bleeding constantly. The doctor was doing emergency treatment, but everyone knew the amount of money they had lost.

My legs were amputated and my abdomen was so big. It was already considered lucky to be able to survive until now.

Ma Ping'an pressed the shoulder of the doctor who was struggling to rescue him: "Stop and let me talk to him."

Ma Ping'an sat in front of the bed, looked at the soldier who had already started vomiting blood, and smiled: "What else do you want? Just say it."

The wounded soldier looked at Ma Ping'an spitting blood in his mouth and grinned: "If you want to smoke a cigarette, our captain always says that men who can't smoke are not men. I always don't believe it, but now I think I'm going to die. I'll see the captain again. The captain asked me if I can smoke. I said I can't, and maybe I'll be criticized again."

"Sir, can you give me one."

Ma Ping'an stretched out his hand, and the inspector who followed him immediately took out the cigarette in his pocket and put it on his hand.

Not good smoke, but not bad either.

Ma Ping'an lit the cigarette, took a sip, and slowly put it towards the wounded soldier's mouth.

The doctor standing behind him was about to speak, but Ma Ping'an immediately turned his head, glared at him, and swallowed the words to his mouth.

The wounded soldier took a heavy breath and immediately coughed in a series of times. It seemed that he really couldn't.

As he coughed, blood in his mouth began to gush.

He trembled and stuffed the cigarette butt into his mouth. At this time, he had already inhaled more and vented less.

"My name is Wang Dabei, sir, I don't regret it."

The cigarette butt fell gently.

Ma Ping'an's smoke that fell on the ground was wiped out, and he lit it again, clamped it between his index finger, got up and left.

"Good example, the captain will definitely not criticize you."

Wang Dabei seemed to be asleep, with an unextinguished smoke in his hand. The blue smoke slowly rose and slowly flew in the air and floated.

Ma Ping'an continued to walk in, rubbed his somewhat stiff face, and a little smile appeared on his face.

Seeing someone gathered together, Ma Ping'an immediately got into it, regardless of the fact that someone was scolding him.

A pack of cigarettes was thrown on the bed, and a deck of cards was immediately handed over to Ma Ping'an.

“Three k!”

The crowd was stunned and then exploded immediately.

"Damn you must be a fraud!"

“There are only three ks in total!”

Ma Ping'an said in a stern voice: "What's wrong, why don't I be lucky?" As he said that, he put all the cigarettes on the bed in his hands and looked at everyone with a smile.

The smoke was taken away, and everyone's attention immediately turned to Ma Ping'an.

Seeing the military rank on Ma Ping'an's shoulders, they were all stunned.

Someone tried hard to test: "Bin, Major General Pentax Ma?"

Ma Ping'an nodded with a smile.

At this time, the old doctor who had finished checking was also walking here with a group of nurses and some young doctors. When they saw people gathered together again, the old doctor even trotted.

Seeing Ma Ping'an holding a cigarette in his hand, the old doctor reached out and grabbed it regardless of the situation.

"Everyone said that you are not allowed to smoke. What's wrong, you can't understand human words, right?"

Ma Ping'an was stunned. No one dared to steal things from his hands. He didn't know what to do for a moment.

"What are you looking at? I haven't seen me before!"

"Little bastard!"

The inspector behind him also reacted quickly, and immediately took out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at the old doctor: "Old man, who are you scolding!"

"This is our Major General Pentax!"

Ma Ping'an immediately stood up and stopped the inspector behind him: "What are you doing? This is the hospital, the doctor in front of him, what do you want to do?"

"Get out!"
Chapter completed!