Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

"Don't worry about me. If I really can't help it, I'll tell you." Looking up and seeing the expression on Jiuli's face, Lin Xinghua was so proud in his heart that he said he wasn't worried about him. Look at him now. How can he be worried? He obviously cares about him.

In fact, it was really painful. I didn’t feel it at the time, but now I think about it and I don’t know how I managed to hold on. Maybe this is my belief. Wherever she is, that is my home.

"Your brows are so wrinkled that you look like an old man, and you're still saying it doesn't hurt? I think you're worried that the medicine will be bad for your health," Jiuli tapped Lin Xinghua's brow with her fingertips, "Don't worry, the medicine I give you must be the best."

"Don't worry about this, my dear. I know my limits and can endure this little pain. But not being able to eat meat is the most painful thing for me." Lin Xinghua swallowed. He hadn't eaten meat for a long time.

I haven't had a decent meal since I started the mission, and I have to drink porridge every day. This life is really miserable.

"You still have to wait for a while. There are some things that patients cannot eat in order to recover. I have already prepared all the food for you. I will definitely not let you suffer any injustice." Jiuli smiled, "I am not busy these days. I will come to see you every day."

"That's great. I don't feel comfortable staying here alone. It will definitely go by faster with you by my side." Lin Xinghua smiled sincerely. "Does my wife know how badly the people who came out with me were injured?"

"Neither of them is light, but it's still much better than yours. After all, they are mostly coming for you." Jiuli thought for a while, "You were all sent here directly. You are all here. The ward is watching downstairs. There are people watching you."

"That's good. I thought we were all doomed this time," Lin Xinghua said, changing the subject. "Why isn't my wife busy lately? Didn't you say you were in charge of Area A?"

How could he not be busy? I'm afraid he must have taken some time off from his busy schedule.

"Their work has been arranged. I won't help with more. After all, I will be on my own in the future. I have to do these things myself." If everything is arranged, what else do they need to do? She can do it herself.

"That's true. After I bring him out, my wife won't have to worry about me anymore," and she can also spare some time to accompany me.

"Come to think of it, we haven't seen each other for a while. I have good news to tell you," Lin Xinghua said with a smile.

"What's the good news? Did you get a promotion or a raise?" Jiuli took an orange and peeled it.

"Neither," Lin Xinghua shook his head mysteriously, "The good news should be that I'm being transferred back, and we can meet more often in the future. Isn't this good news?"

The missions I will take on in the future will be more dangerous, but with my wife around, I won’t encounter any greater danger.

"That's really good news," Jiuli nodded, "but we have to wait until you get better, right?"

Jiuli thought that the weapons were advancing too slowly now, and they should be given some shock. After all, the bigger fist is the more powerful, and the others are useless.

"That's true," Lin Xinghua nodded and closed his eyes tiredly, "I've talked too much today. I'm a little sleepy."

"Take a break if you feel sleepy. What you are doing is working with the brain, which is inherently dangerous," Jiuli lowered her head and touched Lin Xinghua's forehead. There was no fever, which meant that the most difficult time was over.

Jiuli went out after Lin Xinghua fell asleep, and then talked to Old Yang in the corridor about the weapons used last time.

"Isn't this something my uncle also knows? And he let me use it. How can you say I made it privately?" Jiuli was dissatisfied. She had clearly said this before. It shouldn't be like this.

"You didn't tell me this before?" Old Yang was a little doubtful about his life. He thought he had made a small toy for Lin Xinghua to use for self-defense. Aren't you being a bit outrageous?

Mr. Yang pointed to the video footage shot nearby.

"Look for yourself. Not only can it resist the enemy's attacks, it can also run away with the wounded, and even find the hospital accurately. Is this the little thing you mentioned?"

"You don't know how many questions I've been asking these past few days, and I still have to cover it up for you. Next time, remember to explain it clearly. I will never approve of such a request."

Old Yang puffed his beard and glared, and he would not let you do anything if you said one more word. This is simply the most powerful shield.

"It's really just a small toy. It doesn't have any killing power. Even if it can be used a few more times, it can't change its useless nature." Jiuli spread his hands, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Use it a few more times? Useless? This is a good treasure.

"Let's talk about one thing. Can this thing be mass-produced so that everyone can have one?" Old Yang took a deep breath and tried to convince himself. Maybe this is the difference between a genius and himself? What others consider inferior products are treasures to him.

"Mass production is not easy. The temperature required is a bit high, and the materials are limited." Jiuli thought about it.

Old Yang only understood one sentence, that is, as long as there are enough materials, there is a possibility of mass production, and he covered his heart.

"What's wrong with you? Do you want to see a doctor?" Jiuli forced a little concern to show up. Could he be stupid?

"It's okay, let me take some time. Give me a copy of this material and I'll talk to the people above." Old Yang took some time to think. This was simply black technology. What was wrong with Xiao Jiang's brain?

"I'll go back and give it to you later," Jiuli said, indicating that she understood. "I'll write you a copy of the relevant information."

“There are not enough weapons above at sea. Please pay attention to Area A after you finish your work,” Old Yang thought for a while and decided that it would be more appropriate to put such pressure on Area A so that they would have something to do.

Now everything related is almost becoming exclusive to Area A, forcing everyone else to study electrical appliances, which has successfully allowed them to catch up, but catching up alone is not enough.

"I understand." It's just a small matter, and more pressure is placed on the people doing the work below.

"Then I'll go back first. If anyone comes to look for you, just tell them to look for me," said Old Yang, and was about to leave. He paused, "By the way, please write clearly, otherwise they may not understand me after all, I'm old."

I secretly despise the group of people below me. Sometimes they don't mark it clearly, or they simply don't know how to do it. They may ask the same question three times.

"Okay," Jiuli gestured and turned to enter the ward.

When Mr. Yang received the illustrated book, he felt terrible. He was sixty years old, not six years old. There was no need to write so clearly, right? ? ?

Of course I haven’t got it yet, hehe.

After entering the ward and sitting on the accompanying bed, Jiuli began to write and draw. The important things came first.

"What are you writing?" After a long time, Lin Xinghua woke up and saw Jiuli busy there, and asked loudly.