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Chapter 221 - 230

Chapter 221 Uncle Hei Will Get Well
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Qiao Xiachu couldn't cry.

After experiencing too much suffering, her body and soul were dry. No matter how sad or painful she was, she couldn't shed a single tear, only silent numbness.

The last time I shed tears was when Qingya left...

No matter how sad she is, the inertia of her body will drive her to move on.

At this moment, seeing Qiao Linmei who was crying so loudly, she felt a little bit of envy in her heart.

"Uncle Hei will be fine." Qiao Xiachu said.

When she said that, Awang rushed over and said to the people at the door: "Sister-in-law, the commander is awake, he wants to see you, you go over quickly."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiachu raised her legs and ran towards the door.

Behind him, Qiao Mobai and Qiao Linmei quickly followed.

Medical room.

Erhei was lying on the hospital bed, with one arm wrapped in a white bandage, immobilized and unable to move his body, but as his condition stabilized, the ventilator was quickly withdrawn.

He was pale and lying in a sterile ward.

As long as you go in, you have to wear protective clothing, but the medical conditions at the base are limited, so under normal circumstances, except for the attending doctor, no matter how much they want to see him, other people can only visit him through the glass.

Rong Huaiyan didn't want any accidents to happen, since Erhei woke up, after he heard Erhei's words on the walkie-talkie, he asked Hu Guang to take Zhou Jiaomei to see him, and let them all leave.

He has been guarding the door.

Even when Lao You came over, he just took a look and was blown away by him.

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Qiao Xiachu came over, and Rong Huaiyan went up to meet her.

"How's it going?" she asked.

Rong Huaiyan looked relaxed, and comforted her: "Uncle Hei is awake, the walkie-talkie is on over there, you can talk to him, he's still in good spirits."

Qiao Xiachu picked up the walkie-talkie, looked at Erhei lying in the ward through the window, and called softly, "Uncle Hei..."

Called by a nurse in the intensive care unit, the intercom switch was turned on.

Erhei's voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Girl,...thank you for saving my life. If it wasn't for you, I would be separated from you."

Losing a hand is nothing compared to dying.

Life is here, everything is here.

Life is lost, no matter how deep the feelings are, they no longer exist.

Qiao Xiachu's eyes were moist.

She wanted to protect him as much as she could during this difficult and dangerous journey, but at that moment, she really realized her own powerlessness.

The toxicity of the red mist is too strong.

"Uncle Hei, don't you blame me?" Her voice choked.

Inside the glass window, there were tears in the corners of Er Hei's eyes, and his eyes were red. On a cheek full of vicissitudes, there was bubbling sadness. Hearing her words, tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.