Dear Commander-in-Chief

Song Song looked at Gong Jue’s solemn face and couldn’t help asking, “Is it okay? Your father is just too nervous about you. He... has suffered from female military doctors a few years ago, so he is more sensitive to the profession of female military doctors. , Will be extremely repulsive, so I don’t like you looking for a military doctor girlfriend, and you can’t help but stab her and drive her away... Will you be more tolerant of him?"

Gong Jue was noncommittal, and went straight to the subject: "Mom, what was said on the phone just now, can you promise me to come out for a try? It was a patient with terminal cancer and the first person in the imperial jade carving. It just died young, indeed Pity."

Song Song rarely saw this son and asked for help.

Gong Jue has always been alone, doing everything in his own way, even his family, he rarely troubles him.

Having been in the army for so many years, it was entirely on his own to accumulate military exploits. In the end, he made great achievements and crushed all opponents to achieve the supreme position of the commander of the three services.

As a mother, Song Song is not unhappy!

Others would rather rely on their family background than struggle for ten years.

Gong Jue is good, he doesn't like other people's family history at all, and he has worked hundreds of times more than others!

For such a particularly sensible and independent child, Song Song is really willing to do him a favor and agree to his request.

What's more, Yang Tiequan is still a traditional craftsman worthy of treatment!

Saving him is equivalent to saving the imperial jade carving art.

however!

She closed her eyes and spoke with difficulty: "Juer, I'm sorry. I can't use the Bone Painting Secret Technique to save Yang Tiequan's life."

A deep disappointment passed through Gong Jue's eyes.

But he didn't show it, just asked calmly: "Why?"

"Because everything has a price." Song Song sighed, "When I was young, I was new to the art of bone rebirth and saved a lot of people. For a time, I even took saving people as my own duty. Although I am not a doctor, I am better than a doctor. However, As the years passed, all sorts of unthinkable things happened to the people I had saved."

Gong Jue: "How incredible is it?"

Song Song sighed deeply: "Some people survived one death, but it didn't take long to escape another death, as if being chased by death. Some people survived by themselves, but their family members died inexplicably. Others lived alone all their lives. Once in love, The other party will be unlucky to death...Yes, the last example I mentioned was Adjutant Lu. I saved him back then, but he couldn't get married for so many years. Seeing that he has nowhere to rely, he still serves in the army..."

Gong Jue frowned: "How could this be?"

Song Song Yiran: "Because of the mystery of painting bones, a person's fate is forcibly modified. Everything has a price. You can't just change the bad and enjoy the good... Destiny is fair."

Gong Jue was silent for a while: "Understood."

Yang Tiequan cannot use bone painting technique to rescue him, otherwise, misfortune will happen without knowing who is around him.

It's no wonder that my mother has spent the past few years teaching her sons and husbands, devoting herself to painting, and never used secret techniques again.

I want my mother to save Yang Tiequan and prevent Gu Qiqi from playing Yang Xiaolan's boyfriend. This path is definitely not going to work.

What can be done?

Gong Jue was thinking, Adjutant Lu's call came.

"Report to the head, girl Qi Qi has rushed to the hospital!"

"Why so fast?"

"Because girl Qiqi is too bad, the game will be done in 20 minutes!"

"I see, go over immediately."

Gong Jue's eyes deepened, the plan was not as fast as the change.

Before he had time to say goodbye to Song Song Gongqing, he pushed the door directly.

"Huh, the brat is getting bigger and bigger now! Don't say a word after leaving!"

Gong Qing was complaining.

staircase.

Xiao Tuanzi blinked his big eyes, and walked slowly, clutching his belly.

"Grandpa, the baby's stomach hurts!"

[Master Yun: Good night kiss! It's too late to come back from overtime, so write 4 more first, go to sleep, goblins! Lord doesn’t stay up all night, it’s good to keep the account to make up.]