Half an hour later, Qinling Mountains had eaten since they arrived on the plateau—

The first meal is cooked and battered.

She ate very slowly, put it in her mouth and melted it in her heart.

A pair of eyes were filled with affection, and the scorching gaze made Li Kuiyong run away...

After walking a few steps, he met the dying guard of Political Commissar Ning and informed that his nest had been moved to Political Commissar Ning's house.

Political Commissar Ning walked out of the rain of bullets. He was pretty good, but he couldn't help but the young man around him vomiting, which made him unable to even have a good night's sleep!

Seeing Li Kuiyong lively today, Political Commissar Ning suddenly had a bright eye.

If this kid is moved here, not only can he be very excited, but he will at least be comfortable to watch. He can also give those guards whose combat power has dropped to negative value. Wouldn't it be a three-killing victory in one fell swoop?

What an old slip-on!

Li Kuiyong did not go back to report, but went to the headquarters of the division hospital.

Since there is a sixth edition of "Practical Internal Medicine", there must be the first five editions. I have to find someone who knows it.

The hospital has been busy taking care of soldiers who have altitude sickness for a while, and it was a little surprised to see such a strong and energetic young man.

But looking at the complexion of this skin, it doesn’t look like a Tibetan?

At the director of internal medicine, Li Kuiyong found the answer:

The first edition of "Practical Internal Medicine" was published in 1952. Once it was published, it became an important reference book for clinicians in my country. It insisted on revisions every four years, and continuously updated and supplemented with advanced diagnosis and treatment methods and medical concepts. The fourth edition was released last year.

With "Post-natal Nursing for Sows" and half a century ahead of physiological and hygiene knowledge, Li Kuiyong talked with the director of internal medicine. The old military doctor was also very interested in this art soldier. After all, it is rare for male soldiers who can join the art troupe to grow up like this, not to mention that he also has "very professional insights" in medicine, which is too rare...

So, as a gift from the elders, Li Kuiyong received—

"Practical Internal Medicine" (4th edition).

When he returned to the art troupe, Li Kuiyong began to work night and forget to eat and eat, annotating the fourth edition of "Practical Internal Medicine". He posted small notes on any parts that were different from the sixth edition or contrary to scientific knowledge half a century later.

Political Commissar Ning was depressed, but he still couldn't sleep.

Moreover, after the guards quarreled with him before, they felt a little guilty, but Li Kuiyong, the squad, had absolutely no sense of self-consciousness!

Not only was he reading the book himself, he slapped his legs and smashed the table. When he saw the happy scene, he didn't care whether Political Commissar Ning was sleeping or pretending to sleep, he woke up and shook:

"Political Commissar Ning, look quickly. This kind of treatment method is really wonderful..."

What awesome!

How do I know if it’s wonderful if it’s good?

This life is impossible to pass, and only the only thing left is to draw the gun!

Political Commissar Ning became more and more haggard, and his eyes were often so angry that he turned black. However, Li Kuiyong was a hardworking and studious child, and he couldn't open his mouth to scold him.

Li Kuiyong never dared to visit Qinling again. He regretted giving the red dance shoes and cooking for others, which shows that the subconscious mind of the Sea King is undead...

No, this is an illusion, I just want Xiaobai!

I stole the fishy cat and always worked harder to get the public food home. I also had to endure it very much, and broke through the restrictions of the small blue pills, gritted my teeth and wandered within three dangerous minutes...

Li Kuiyong was very concerned about this internal medicine book. He was almost pious about it. Maybe Zhou Xiaobai might not be able to use it, but she could definitely feel this sincerity.

That evening, Li Kuiyong was busy, and Political Commissar Ning walked in and said:

"Let's go and have a meeting with me."

Time is tight and the road is long.

Political Commissar Ning was weak, so he cherished his words like gold and did not say anything at any meeting.

He was afraid that as soon as he spoke, his strength would run from his legs to his mouth, and then he would scatter out and never return.

The two of them came to the conference room of the division headquarters without saying a word. Li Kuiyong didn't even listen. He could only stand outside the conference room door, just like the guards of other leaders-

Pretend to be a sculpture!

He was a little unhappy. Political Commissar Ning obviously used him as a storefront this time. After all, it was difficult for his real guards to walk upright...

So he turned his ears and listened quietly.

The military meeting was straightforward, and Li Kuiyong quickly understood:

It turned out that they were planning to form an advance team based on a squad of soldiers, with geological experts and engineers, and take the lead in passing the Bufrost Spring to enter the deepest part of the vast Kunlun Mountains to find hidden places suitable for construction.

This has nothing to do with the art troupe, and Political Commissar Ning is also well aware of the truth that silence is gold.

Always smile, listen carefully, and say nothing.

Suddenly, with a "ding" sound in Li Kuiyong's mind, the dialog box popped up:

[Trigger temporary mission: protect the advance team, check in to the nine-story demon tower, and escape successfully, with zero casualties in the target!]

Lao Hu, Lao Hu, it’s really you!

Li Kuiyong felt bitter in his mouth, and this was simply an impossible task.

If he had to lead his advance team to avoid the Nine-level Demon Tower, there would be no casualties. However, the system required to check in the Nine-level Demon Tower, where there were Dapu ghost insects, Overlord salamanders, avalanches, and earthquakes...

It would be great to be able to escape and come back with no casualties?

But if you say that you don’t help me, Li Kuiyong is unable to make up his mind and will not be willing to give up if you don’t try it.

That was a squad of soldiers, engineers and geological experts. If you couldn't think of a perfect solution, you would rather fail the mission than go to the Nine-story Demon Tower to check in, and you would have to bring them all back. Life is at stake!

Take a deep breath and push the door open with a hard bullet.

Everyone looked at this unruly "guardian" in surprise.

Li Kuiyong felt his cheeks hot, so he quickly slipped to Ning Zhengmeng and whispered:

"Political Commissar, let me go to the advance team too. Didn't the above always say that we are a burden? This time we will also actively tell them that there are men in the art troupe!"

Political Commissar Ning shouted:

"No, go out quickly!"

He finally dug up a good seedling for Hong Changqing and waited to go down to the plateau to cultivate it well. If he doesn't hide it now, why are he going to follow the advance team to make a fool of himself?

To put it nicely, it’s an advance team, but to put it badly, it’s an suicide squad!

After all, the environment in Bufrost Spring is harsh and the situation is complicated. No one knows whether this advance team can come back...

The armored division commander is a scout and has a very good ear.

He looked at the burly and sturdy "guard" thoughtfully and asked with a smile:

"Political Commissar Ning, what's wrong?"

Political Commissar Ning saw Li Kuiyong's "slap" military salute before he answered.

He stood upright and faced the armored division commander with a strong voice:

"Report to the leader, the guard of the CD Military Region Art Troupe - Li Kuiyong asked you to fight. I beg you to join the advance team to go to Bufenquan. Please make sure you do it!"

He didn't say that he was a dancer who twisted his butt. It was so difficult to let a ballerina follow him. It was very uneven. He always felt that something strange was infiltrated in the glorious advance team...
Chapter completed!