Chapter 44 War Syndrome Flyover Net

  "I think you might need this." The military doctor lit another one himself and they both puffed away in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

  "Thanks," said Ye Yangjian, nodding his head in gratitude. With his hands cuffed behind him, he had no choice but to hold the cigarette in his mouth, inhaling deeply and exhaling thick smoke through his nose. After a few puffs, his eyes grew bleary from the smoke, and amidst the swirling fumes, tears seemed to well up.

  "Do you regret it?" The military doctor asked while helping him put out the cigarette butt.

  "What's there to regret? There are many things to regret, but can we change them? So all we can do is accept." Yèyáng Jiàn smiled wryly.

  "I'll send you down to rest later, is there anything else you'd like to say?" The military doctor closed the file and asked casually.

  "I'm starving!" said Yeto, with a chuckle. His eyes were bloodshot. He rubbed his mouth with one hand and spoke, his hands bound behind him somehow freed...

  At this sight, the military doctor suddenly stood up, frightened and leaned against the wall, his eyes full of terror staring at Yoruhi.

  "What's on your mind? Is there scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the boat? I'm starving..." Night Yang Jian smiled and patted the military doctor's shoulder, and casually put the cigarettes and lighter on the table into his own pocket...

  The big screen closed. Liu Hai sent a sigh of relief and looked at the doctors around him with inquiry.

  "Speak up, what's your opinion?" Liu Hai also felt stifled at this time, lit a cigarette and took two puffs.

  "It doesn't seem to match the symptoms of rabies, nor does it fit the characteristics of hemophilia. I think it might be caused by extreme stress," said a chubby military doctor who was thinking on the side.

  "I think it's a local situation caused by the pressure of survival. With the scarcity of food, didn't people also eat each other during the natural disasters 60 years ago?" said an old doctor with a receding hairline, narrowing his eyes slightly.

  "I think it's war syndrome. In the Korean War, among the 3 million Chinese soldiers who participated in the war, nearly 200,000 were disabled. Among them, there were also a small number of mentally ill patients, including ordinary soldiers, combat heroes, and high-ranking military officers. Zhao Tongfeng, a top combat hero, was one of them. In Zhangjiakou's Shalingzi Sanatorium, he repeated the same thing day and night, claiming to design "invincible" cannons. Occasionally, he would shout at the sky as if charging into battle. I've done similar research and written a paper..." A young military doctor with war syndrome said, wearing a military uniform but looking like a bookworm.

  Deputy Director Liu Haisheng looked at this bookish military doctor and smiled. A thesis? These young people are still not capable of handling major tasks.

  "I think it's instinct! Their unique instinct, related to the training they've received and the tasks they've performed..." A young and beautiful female doctor stood up, looking straight at Liu Haisheng.

  Liu Haisheng's eyes lit up...

  "Tell me about the East..." Liu Hai Song asked with great interest...

  "These people are special, they seem to have no guilt after eating humans, but instead treat it as a belief. Everyone! Although this is very abnormal. But I think that this may be the result of their accepted mission and training, these people have always been very xenophobic, they seem not to trust anyone, even in communication, as if there is some distance between them and others, the distance I'm referring to is not physical but psychological, no one can enter their hearts, the only ones they believe are their comrades. This seems to have become their instinct..." Dongfang Xue said to the seated seniors.

  Liu Haisheng nodded and signaled her to continue. The other doctors were also listening seriously, because the treatment of these soldiers had always been carried out by her.

  "After this group of warriors arrived, we initially isolated and treated them separately, including physical and mental treatments. However, problems soon arose, with several individuals exhibiting abnormal symptoms such as irritability, restlessness, and rejection of others. The most obvious was a lack of sense of security after leaving their companions. Despite knowing they were safe, they dismantled the hospital beds at night when medical staff were not around and converted them into simple weapons. Although these makeshift weapons were not used to harm anyone, they had to be held in order to fall asleep. Most of them did not sleep on the bed but instead slept on the floor or against the wall. Regarding food, these warriors had an abnormal craving, often eating a lot and quickly finishing a full meal within two minutes, regardless of whether it was meat or vegetables, and regardless of quality. I have examined their bodies, and almost everyone has shrapnel wounds and bullet holes. Director, what exactly did they do? Why are they like this? Our country is not at war now. To cure them, we must understand their past in order to provide targeted psychological intervention..." Dongfang Xue said excitedly, her voice filled with emotion. Born into a military family from a young age, she had a special affection for soldiers. From the day she started treating these soldiers, she felt a strong curiosity and deep sympathy towards them. Dongfang Xue believed it was her duty as a military doctor to do everything in her power to help these wounded warriors."

  "...Eastern, there are some things you shouldn't know about. Besides, I'm not even clear about their situation..." Deputy Director Liu Haisheng said with a helpless wave of his hand...

  "...Since it's like this, Director, I will continue to follow up on this..." Dongfang Xue said firmly.

  "What!?! How could my men be like this?! Can they be cured!!?!" Jiang Hai excitedly grabbed and covered Vice President Liu Haisong's collar, saying viciously.

  "Ah! Ah, don't get agitated, we're thinking of a way to treat...". Liu Hai Song was an administrative soldier, but he couldn't withstand Jiang Hai's grasp. His face turned red as he hastily explained.

  "Let go, let go!" A row of long iron hammers and three rows of long history, Shi Yunbin immediately came to help Liu Haisheng out of the siege. Still joking, Jiang Hai not only had an identity as a tiger's gatekeeper there, but his own strength was also quite strong, otherwise how could he suppress those 177 wolves? Shi Yunbin really feared that if Jiang Hai made a mistake, it would cause a big commotion in the hospital.

  "...Cough...cough..." Liu Haisheng panted for a long time after Jiang Hai let go.

  "Jiang Lianchang, I understand your affection for the soldiers like sons, but this matter is really difficult to handle. To be honest, it involves too many people and can't see the light of day. It's cannibalism! Although it was an extreme situation, it's already a bit inhumane. Do you understand? The investigation team from the General Staff Department has arrived..."

  It was night... Yang Jian's light was on his body, sitting quietly in the ward, looking at the swift moonlight outside the window, silent... The door was pushed open.

  "Section Chief, you're here." Ye Yang Jian said without turning his head.

  "Wow! You're quite clever!" Jiang Hai laughed and walked in, followed by a row of long-handled hammers and three rows of Long Shi Yunbin.

  "In the past, when we were new recruits in the army, every day we would be beaten half to death by the veteran soldiers. Every night you would come to our barracks to check on our condition, either helping us cover ourselves with blankets. We were all awake, your footsteps, how could I forget?" Night Yang Jian said with a smile as he turned his head back.

  "What the?! You all knew about it?! I'm so screwed! How could no one tell me for so many years?! All these years, I thought my stealth skills were top-notch! You two, withholding information and deceiving your superiors, go back and each write a passionate self-criticism letter to me. Not less than 5,000 words..." Jiang Hai turned around and gave Tie Hammers and Shi Yunbin a fake menacing glare as he said this.

  "Right! Haha, what's that, Lian Chang, 5,000 words is a bit too much for me. At my level, it's hard to squeeze out even 500 words. You know I'm not very educated. But compared to Ye Yang Jian, that kid wrote over 8,000 words for an exam, and reading it would take half an hour!" Tie Hua burst into loud laughter. He intentionally brought up the embarrassing incident involving Ye Yang Jian from back then...

  “…Hahaha…” Shi Yunbin couldn't help but think of Ye Yangjian being punished by Jiang Hai to write a self-criticism, and ended up writing nearly 10,000 words in one night. The next day, he read it out with deep feeling and eloquence at the plenary meeting of the whole brigade, and it was really hilarious.

  "Damn it, you guys are still talking about that time when I was so angry! You say you're a little cultured, but you're not. Every day, helping this one write love letters and that one write love letters. Each time you send letters back home, when I open them to check, my face turns red. How do you have so many obscene words? Damn it, after our 177 soldiers retire, at least half of their wives will be ones you helped them deceive." Jiang Hai scolded with a smile. Night Yang Jian's skill in writing love letters was indeed something...

  "Alright, Xiao Ye, as the leader of the first squad, I'm ordering you to find some time soon and help the third squad leader resolve his personal issues. It has to be at least 5,000 words, with every sentence filled with deep emotions... very, very deep..." Zhao Tiejun chuckled, but pretended to be serious. Shi Yunbin's face turned red as he threw a punch over.

  "Come on, have a smoke and get it over with. No smoking is allowed in the hospital." Lian Jiang Hai opened a pack of specially supplied cigarettes and handed them out to everyone.

  Ye Yang Jian smiled and took the cigarette, lit it, and placed it on the windowsill, watching as the night breeze blew brightly on the red glow of the cigarette tip, carrying the swirling smoke far away... Jiang Hai and others were stunned, also silently placing their cigarettes on the windowsill... With a "whoosh" sound, they collectively gave a military salute...

  A moment of silence...

  "Commander. I understand this matter, and I'm also a veteran... Don't deceive me anymore. We will be forced to retire..." Yè Yáng Jiàn spoke up first.

  "Don't worry, I and your uncle will think of a way..." Jiang Hai said seriously.

  "It's useless, our country is building a harmonious society and a harmonious army, even if we hadn't done this thing, the result would still be predictable...the General Staff Department wouldn't let us stay in the troops..." Ye Yangjian said with some self-mockery.

  "We're doing our best to see if there's a turning point..." Jiang Hai looked at Ye Yang Jian's unwavering eyes and was comforted, he was actually thinking about what powers he could use.

  "Let's do it by the book, we are Chinese soldiers, from the first day of enlistment, we have never refused any request from her, and always unconditionally accepted orders. This time we don't plan to go against her will either. Don't open a back door, that would be an insult to us, Comrade Battalion Commander, we don't want to add trouble for you..." Ye Yangjian said with a mix of sadness and determination...

  "But! I..." Jiang Hai felt a little stuck for words. Although the middle and upper levels of the military were full of intrigue and infighting, the grassroots soldiers were still so simple and lovely.