Chapter 3287: The white night movement is too intense

White Night has just had an operation.
The face was slightly pale, lying on the bed in the president's office cubicle.
His leg was shot and the knee bones were broken.
If the rescue is timely and replaced with an artificial knee, he could have stood up again.
However, at that time he had to leave the empire with the night, the two floated on the sea for a long time, and suffered a shipwreck... When they arrived in Italy, the leg injury was hopeless.
He took out several bullets and broken kneecaps in several operations to prevent the bone from puncturing the nerves and blood vessels, causing necrosis of the whole nerve or sepsis.
However, there were too many shots at the time. Although the residual bullets were cleaned, there were always some residual fragments of bones. Several operations in the past year were not cleared.
Sometimes, if the action is too intense, it is easy to leave the small fragments of the bone that have been meekly left in the body, and the movement is moved to the nerves or inflamed to the bones.
Obviously, during this time, he did the action, it was a bit too intense...
Now that he has to lie in bed, he has endless pain after surgery.
The pain, keeping his consciousness, was as clear as ever, and he took a thin, yellowed photo from his close-fitting shirt.
The little the photo of the palm of my hand seems to have alleviated a lot of pain.
This photo followed him to death and was kept close to the body. Even if it was soaked in sea water, it was only wrinkled after drying, and did not fade the girl's color.
He stared at the slap in the face, pure smile, whispered: "Small things, little conscience..."
He only supported himself, and wrote a line of words: "Attention to the recent movement of the bears... close to the net, not to expose the target..."
His pen seems to be specially treated, dark ink, actually a few seconds after he finished writing, disappeared clean, it looks like a brand new white paper!
"Hey - hey!"
A soft knock on the door sounded.
Bai Yeyuan quickly put a group of white paper and left it in the trash.
This paper is collected regularly every day, and he is not worried that the news will not be transmitted.
Moreover, with special handwriting, in addition to their own people, others would like to see the secrets.
He handled the paper and carefully placed the old photo in his hand back on the shirt.
It was only lazily lying back on the bed, and the tired face was no different from the normal patient.
The people outside, knocked on the two doors, and saw that there was no movement, they slowly pushed the door.
Liu Rushi thought that Bai Yeyuan fell asleep, but did not expect that when he entered the door, he was lazy and indifferent to the man.
She licked her lips and explained: "Night, I didn't mean to come in. I just knocked on the door, thinking that you are resting, don't worry about you, come in and see what you have to help..."
White Nights snorted: "Reading? Now you can go out!"
Not at all sad.
Liu Rushi is not annoyed, still softly said: "Night, I will talk to you. I know that you are alone here. I am telling you about the land plot of the city?"
The white nights were shimmering and there was no answer.
Liu Rushi said to himself: "The last time our method was very effective. After the curved building was built, it took a month or so to cover a lawn in the east block. The lawn is wilting. Now Xiao Yan is in tears, and asks Grandpa to tell Grandma, want to find you, negotiate with you to solve it..."
She exaggerated to say, while carefully watching the face of White Night.