The mask was shot off, my husband, you are the king of spy wars

Qian Tong sent Bai Wan back to the hotel, while Han Congxue went to another place.

Jiangnan Charm, a small courtyard with unique style, is located on the bank of Songcheng River.

Han Congxue and his father bought it with their pocket money when they came to Songjiang for a trip and thought it looked good.

Han Congxue opened the gate of the courtyard, and saw old furnishings and vines covering half of the yard.

She cleaned it up for a long time before it looked neat and tidy.

Then he found a brazier and bought a pile of paper money.

She sat cross-legged in the courtyard without caring about her image, burning paper money in the brazier.

"Idiot, today is your seventh day."

"He's so stupid, he probably won't remember it himself."

......

Today is the seventh day.

These were the days the doctor had said Lin Xia would not survive.

In the South City Suburban Hospital, Lin Xia felt as if the light had gone out.

Hu Meir, Ma Tu, the chief of staff and a group of people all gathered around the bed.

Except...Liu Changkong.

Liu Changkong had already cried like a tearful man and returned to the division headquarters alone.

He couldn't bear to see Lin Xia die in the hospital bed, so he wanted to escape.

finally......

The light still went out.

Lin Xia slowly closed her eyes.

"Lin Xia!"

"Lin Xia!"

"Little squad leader!"

Several people lay on the bed and cried, and their tears wet Lin Xia's veil.

Lin Xia's heavy eyelids seemed unable to lift up again.

Dean Ma Jingming was watching this scene in the ward and sighed heavily.

"Everyone, I'm so sorry."

"Our hospital has done its best."

"Hope, condolences."

Outside the hospital, a group of military officers saluted the ward.

The next second, the cadres wore white silk on their heads and the sky was filled with white paper!

The entire hospital was covered in snow as white as paper.

They saluted one after another and said in unison: "Southern Suburbs Second Division, respectfully send off Commander Lin!"

...

The voice was passionate yet filled with sorrow, and many soldiers shed tears unconsciously.

Even most of the cadres present had never seen this hero, but they had more or less heard such rumors.

A hero of the South City...lay dormant for years, and finally conquered the city.

The chief of staff had issued an order early on that Lin Xia's appearance was a military secret and no one below the battalion-level officers had the authority to access it.

So most of the cadres present had never seen it.

In the ward, Hu Meir went up to check the patient's breath, but it seemed that he was dead.

She seemed to have given up and slowly closed her eyes.

Everyone in the room sighed and observed a moment of silence.

The chief of staff clenched his fists, tears in his eyes.

"Okay, bury him."

...

Just when a few people were about to carry Lin Xia to the burial bed...suddenly, bang!

A black car rushed into the hospital at a speed of nearly 80 miles per hour.

Xiao Aqiao ran down from the car with a bag of blood in his hand.

"Step aside!"

"Step aside!"

"Get out of my way!"

Finally, he ran into the ward like a madman, panting.

The chief of staff frowned, "Aqiao, what are you doing? You're so flustered, you're scaring the dead!"

Xiao Aqiao looked at Lin Xia lying on the hospital bed and said hurriedly, "Use this!"

"Quick! Quick!"

"Dean Ma! Use this!"

"Hurry up and give this to Lin Xia! This might be able to save Lin Xia!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone present was stunned.

"What did you say?"

"Save Lin Xia? What's in your hand?"

Ma Jingming stared at Xiao Aqiao with an incredible look, as if he was looking at a madman.

More people see her as an emotional woman who wants to save people quickly.

Little Aqiao gasped for breath and said, "This is blood, the blood that can save lives."

"Transfuse this blood to Lin Xia immediately. There might still be a glimmer of hope! Quick!"

The chief of staff also frowned, thinking that Xiao Aqiao must have lost his mind. Doesn't he know that there are blood types?

Lin Xia and this bag of blood may not have the same blood type. Isn't this nonsense!

"Little Aqiao!"

“Rest in peace!”

"Can you please stop messing around like this?"

But Xiao Aqiao roared back, "I'm not kidding!"

Chief of Staff: "You...you better watch your attitude when you speak!"

Xiao Aqiao snorted coldly and didn't care about so many things now.

Hu Mei'er couldn't help but ask, "Sister Qiao, is this...Old Wolf's blood?"

Xiao Aqiao nodded, "It's the old wolf's blood."

"The old wolf's physique far exceeds that of an ordinary person."

"Maybe...it's possible?"

"You have to give it a try!"

Hu Mei'er immediately confirmed it, and stood in front of Xiao Aqiao and said, "Chief of Staff, Dean Ma."

"Lao Lang is a killer from the Military Control Commission, known for his exceptional recovery abilities."

"Maybe now... it will work!"

"We should give it a try!"

"Chief of Staff, Dean! On behalf of the Shaanxi-Northern Party organization, I beg you!"

The Chief of Staff was stunned. This...

"Ok."

"I have to give face to the Shaanxi-Northern Organization."

"Lin Xia was also meant to be rescued at that time."

"Then... let's try it."

Hu Meir nodded.

Xiao Aqiao held Hu Meir's hand and said thank you in her heart.

My own words are useless, but the words of this representative from northern Shaanxi still carry weight.

Looking at the situation, Ma Jingming could only do as he was told.

He took the blood bag and said, "Prepare for a blood transfusion!"

"Yes!"

...

In his opinion, what's the difference between this and nonsense?

The person is already dead, and you're still giving him a blood transfusion? And you're saying this blood can save his life?

If what happened today were to get out, the hospital's reputation would probably be ruined.

Science! Do you even understand what science is?

Hu Meir and her group walked out of the ward.

In the ward, the director and two doctors were setting up a stand to give Lin Xia a blood transfusion.

A doctor muttered to himself, somewhat dissatisfied.

"Dean, if you ask me, these people really don't know anything."

"Do you really think this is a magical medicine that can bring people back to life?"

"If this blood worked, I'd eat the floor tiles!"

The dean was equally reluctant, "Alas!"

"Okay, stop grumbling."

...

As each milliliter of blood was transfused, Lin Xia remained lying motionless on the hospital bed.

The chief of staff and a group of people in the hospital were running around anxiously.

Hu Meir and Xiao Aqiao were both so anxious that they clenched their fists, with sweat dripping from their foreheads.

The Chief of Staff finally couldn't help but grumble, "It's been so long, I said no, I said no!"

"Now that's great, Lin Xia is gone and you're still tormenting her like this."

"Now, now how do you want me to explain this to Commander Liu?"

"Ouch!!"

"That's what happened!"

But at this moment, the director of the ward suddenly opened the door like crazy!

His face was filled with excitement and joy!

“Move…move!”

"The patient is moving! The patient is moving!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone was shocked and ran to the ward!