pertwk Chapter 34 Propaganda Chief: What a fine recruit! He's got the awareness! [Please read on! Plea
Chapter 34 Propaganda Chief: What a fine recruit! He's got the awareness! [Please read on! Plea
"Low...low blood sugar?"
Upon learning the diagnosis from the nurse, before the military doctor could even speak, the deputy director of the political department became anxious!
Why would it be low blood sugar?
How could it be low blood sugar?
As the political commander of the new recruits, the deputy director of the political department was responsible for all work in the regiment except for military training, which naturally included the issue of food.
A new recruit fainted due to low blood sugar... If word got out, wouldn't people think he, as the political officer in charge, was incompetent?
If the situation gets any more serious, the military might even send in a special team to investigate!
It's 2007 already, and this kind of thing still happens in the military!
What will ordinary people think? What will parents who entrust their children to the country and the military think?
Could it be that... these days, even the new recruits aren't getting enough to eat?
This is a huge joke!
With this in mind.
The deputy director of the political department, who was already covered in sweat, dared not think any further and hurriedly asked the nurse, as if unwilling to give up.
"Nurses, are you sure it's low blood sugar?"
"This shouldn't be happening!"
"This young man is a new recruit who just joined the camp. Our unit just organized a welcome meal for the new recruits, how could he possibly have low blood sugar?"
When confronted with questions from the deputy director of the political department, the nurse remained as sharp-tongued as ever, rolling her eyes and saying irritably.
"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"
"This is the conclusion reached by several of our hospital's most outstanding experts through joint examination!"
"Do you doubt their professional competence, or do you believe your medical skills are superior?"
It is the best tertiary hospital in Shule City.
Although this hospital is not a military hospital, the soldiers of the Sixth Division usually come to this people's hospital, which is known as the "Number One," whenever they have a headache or fever.
Over time, the First People's Hospital became no different from a military hospital.
The staff here have a lot of dealings with soldiers on a regular basis.
This led to the nurses not being intimidated at all by seeing the lieutenant colonel rank on the deputy director's shoulder; on the contrary, they even dared to say a few words to him.
"this..."
After being reprimanded by the young nurse with barbed words, the deputy director of the political department was at a loss for words. His face turned pale and then red, looking extremely ugly.
Seeing this, Xiao Qian, who was the lowest-ranking and shortest-serving among the people present, stepped forward in time to help the deputy director of the political department defuse the awkward situation.
"Comrades, of course we believe your diagnosis."
"Is the inspection over now? Can we go in and see our comrades?"
I glanced at Xiao Qian's rugged appearance.
The nurse didn't rush to speak, but glanced back twice before addressing the crowd in a slightly gentler tone.
"Wait a little longer, the experts are still reviewing the case."
Obviously.
The renowned doctors at the First People's Hospital were somewhat taken aback by the diagnosis of "hypoglycemia"...
Upon receiving the news, the experts were eager to work, determined to snatch this young life back from the clutches of death!
When they arrived at the emergency room, they discovered that Chu Zhao, who the military doctor said was just one step away from dying, was actually looking at them with his eyes open and even waving to them...
The experts reacted just like the military doctors, all thinking that Chu Zhao was experiencing a final burst of energy before death!
They were so frightened that they rushed to provide first aid, but after all that effort, they discovered he had hypoglycemia and a minor, painless muscle tear...
If these experts weren't cultured people with a sense of shame, they might have already rushed out and started cursing at Xiao Qian and his group!
No matter how hard they find it to accept.
From a medical perspective, the culprit that caused Chu Zhao to faint was indeed hypoglycemia...
No matter how many checks you do, it's impossible to find any other problems.
Seeing this, the experts finally gave up and were completely relieved. They exchanged glances and left the emergency room grumbling.
Before long, Chu Zhao was taken to the ward.
Several military doctors also rushed over upon hearing the news, surrounding Chu Zhao's sickbed and offering words of concern.
"Young man, how are you feeling now? Is there anything wrong with your body?"
"Don't hide any problems you have; the organization will definitely help you solve them!"
"..."
Of the group, the only person Chu Zhao recognized was the military doctor, so he could only reply to the doctor in his still somewhat weak voice.
"Medical officer... I just don't have much strength, it's nothing serious."
"Young man, you've passed out, how can this not be a serious matter?"
"Didn't I tell you? Don't be afraid, the organization is your strongest support!"
Ugh!
Seeing the concerned looks on their faces, Chu Zhao sighed inwardly and said somewhat embarrassedly.
"I...I've caused trouble for the organization..."
Upon hearing this, the head of the propaganda department and the deputy director of the political department exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with deep emotion and satisfaction!
What a wonderful child!
Even though he's in the hospital, he's not worried about his own health, but about causing trouble for the organization!
No wonder... this kid earned a second-class merit before even joining the camp!
No wonder... the division commander values this new recruit, who is not related to him at all, so much!
With this in mind.
As the deputy director of the political department of the new recruits' regiment, I felt I should say something.
"Chu Zhao, I am the political commissar of the new recruits' regiment, and also the deputy director of the political department of our division."
"Don't feel pressured. For an outstanding new comrade like you, helping you solve problems is not a burden on the organization."
"It's an organizational obligation, an organizational responsibility!"
"Yes, Comrade Chu Zhao, as long as you are safe and sound, that's the best news for the organization!"
Upon hearing this, the head of the propaganda department and others spoke up at the right time, working together with the director of the political department to alleviate the pressure on Chu Zhao.
In their eyes, Chu Zhao was an honest and introverted recruit whose family must be struggling financially, otherwise he wouldn't have felt like he was causing trouble for the organization as soon as he entered the hospital.
Therefore, the biggest task for the propaganda chief and others now is to help Chu Zhao unload his burdens, accept treatment wholeheartedly, and be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible!
Only family members know their own affairs.
Chu Zhao felt no pressure whatsoever; he just felt ashamed!
Forget it.
They come, the security.
Even if Chu Zhao were to get out of bed now and insist on being discharged, the head of the propaganda department and the others would not agree.
It's better to stay in the hospital for a few days and treat it as a vacation.
With this in mind.
Chu Zhao's tone gradually became more lively, indicating that he would definitely cooperate actively with the treatment and strive to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible so that he could go back to continue training!
The propaganda chief and the others naturally recognized Chu Zhao's awareness and expressed that Chu Zhao would definitely become a good soldier in the future!
The heavy atmosphere that had been hanging over everyone's hearts ever since Chu Zhao fell into a coma was swept away!
After chatting for a few more minutes...
The deputy director of the political department gave the head of the propaganda section a look, and then, while peeling an apple for Chu Zhao, asked Chu Zhao in a casual tone.
"By the way, Chu Zhao, it's almost lunchtime."
"Do you like noodles? How about I get you a bowl of our local specialty, a big bowl of mixed noodles?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Zhao, who hadn't eaten for seven or eight hours, suddenly felt extremely hungry and nodded hastily.
"Thank you, Political Commissar! I quite like noodles!"
"Oh?"
Upon hearing Chu Zhao's reply, the deputy director of the political department abruptly stopped in his tracks and instinctively narrowed his eyes.
In an instant.
Chu Zhao suddenly sensed a very dangerous aura emanating from the smiling, gentle-looking deputy director of the political department in front of him!
"You like noodles?"
"So... you must have eaten quite a few welcome noodles, right?"
"That's strange... You just ate welcome noodles, how could you faint from low blood sugar?"