Chen Bei had anesthetic injections for surgery and launched the operating room. He was still in a coma. Soong Mei-ling wanted to stay in the hospital and wait for him to wake up. However, the official residence prompted him to leave and told the hospital director to take good care of the injured.

The president vowed to promise: "Madam, please rest assured that our hospital will arrange experienced medical staff for 24-hour care, and there will be no trouble."

Soong Mei-ling half-jokingly said, "If my son has something wrong, I will only ask you."

The director nodded and bowed, sending Soong Mei-ling and his party out of the hospital gate, immediately arranged three surgeons and six female nurses to do other things. They didn't have to do anything else. They worked in three shifts and took care of the whole process. Chen Bei transferred all the medicines in the special care room. In short, the special care was given. This young man was Soong Mei-ling's godson. In ancient times, he was a prince-level figure. How could he be timid.

Soong Mei-ling returned to the official residence, Chiang Kai-shek personally greeted her with lingering fear and said, "Fortunately, there is nothing wrong with you. Next time you take the plane out, you must bring enough escort fighter jets."

Soong Mei-ling said: "It's really thrilling and almost got caught by the Japanese. Fortunately, the young man from the Flying Tigers arrived in time to fight bloody battles. This saved us from danger. One pilot parachuted and his life and death were uncertain. The other was seriously injured. Their heroic behavior and spirit of sacrifice moved me so much that you must reward them."

Hearing his wife telling the terrifying air, Chiang Kai-shek couldn't help but be moved: "According to the reward regulations, the army, navy and air force who resolutely fought to restore the decline in the most difficult times can be awarded the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal. I think this can be done."

Soong Mei-ling said: "This is a reward for military merits and my private reward. I plan to accept him as his adopted son, Da Ling. This requires your consent."

Chiang Kai-shek laughed and said, "It's good to accept an American as his adopted son. This move will help deepen China-US friendship."

Soong Mei-ling said: "Although he is a member of the Flying Tigers, he is not an American when he participates in the war as a Chinese in the United States."

Chiang Kai-shek suddenly remembered: "Can you talk about Chen Zikun's son?"

Soong Mei-ling said: "It was the young man who was only 21 years old and was as handsome as his father when he was young. I still wanted to help him become a mediator." Suddenly, he saw that Chiang Kai-shek's expression was wrong and said: "As the leader, rewards and punishments are clearly necessary. Chen Zikun and Chen Bei should treat each other differently."

Chiang Kai-shek nodded: "Okay, just choose a day to hold a commendation meeting. I personally award him the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal. If you recognize him as your godson, it will be better to accept Chen Zikun's heart. Let him know that the party and the country have not treated him badly."

...

In the evening, a military truck from the Air Force Hospital drove into the car and jumped out. Eight army soldiers asked about it. Later, the nurse on duty in Chenbei ward asked what they were doing. A major said, "We are here to transfer Chenbei."

A few big-headed soldiers pushed the nurse away and entered the ward without saying a word. They moved Chen Bei, who was still sleeping, along with the hospital bed and the bottle rack, and carried it onto the truck. The doctor on duty rushed over and saw the truck's back away.

The doctor called the dean and the dean didn't understand, so he thought that the wife didn't assign us to take care of the wounded, so why did the military take the people away again? I thought it was involved in the US senior management's arrangements, so I didn't take it seriously. I just felt a little regretful.

Another hour later, a car came to the hospital. The car got off. Chen Bei's parents, Chen Zikun, Xia Xiaoqing, learned that her son was seriously injured and rushed over. But she only saw an empty ward. Xia Xiaoqing looked black. She almost sat on the ground. Chen Zikun quickly held her and said, "Stop it."

Xia Xiaoqing still couldn't help but let out a sad voice in the corridor: "My son, a miserable child..."

Chen Zikun also burst into tears. His son's voice, smile echoed in front of him. Poor Xiaobei never enjoyed his fortune since childhood. With his mother wandering around, he finally recognized his ancestors and returned to his hometown. After five or six years, he was sent to the United States to study for only twenty-one years. He was sprinkled with blood in the sky and loyal to the country.

"Xiaoqing's son is a hero. Don't cry. My son is watching in the sky." Chen Zikun comforted Xia Xiaoqing and several nurses pointed at each other and stepped forward, "Are you Chen Bei's family?"

Chen Zikun said: "Can I take us to see him for the last time?"

The nurse said: "Oh, you misunderstood that Chen Bei was out of danger after the operation. He was taken away by the military an hour ago. Why don't you know?"

Xia Xiaoqing immediately stopped crying, and her red eyes pulled Chen Zikun's clothes: "My son is still alive."

Chen Zikun also turned sad to joy: "Thank you for knowing which hospital you transferred to?"

"Sorry I don't know"

A stone fell in my heart and Chen Zikun and his wife finally felt relieved. They didn't care much about their son's whereabouts. The wounded members of the Flying Tigers were the best to take care of wherever they went. This is absolutely

...

Chen Bei woke up from a coma and was dark all around him. He didn't smell the unique scent of disinfectant in the hospital. Instead, there was a musty smell. There was no heating in the room and it was very cold. He whispered: "I want to drink water."

The door opened. A man in Zhongshan suit stretched his head and looked at it loudly, "Old prisoner Li is awake."

Chen Bei was confused, but he was a prisoner.

Suddenly, the lights were bright and the lights were bright, and he couldn't open his eyes and heard the sound of crisp footsteps with iron palms inlaid in the soles of his shoes barely opened a slit. I saw a middle-aged man wearing a navy blue Zhongshan suit and a party emblem sitting in front of his bed.

"You are a 21-year-old Chinese lieutenant pilot in the US Volunteer Air Force, right?"

"Who are you"

The man smiled and said, "I forgot to introduce myself. I am Li Huating, a prosecutor of Chongqing District Procuratorate, responsible for your case."

"What case"

"Mr. Chen is confused when fighting in a war, I'll remind you. Three days ago, you killed someone in the city. This man was about the same age as you. He was killed by a knife in the head. Mr. Chen has a good knife skills."

Chen Beidao: "Before I answer your question, I need a lawyer to be present, and I also want to inform my family and the army."

Li Huating looked at him and said, "Don't act like a trick, this time, the evidence and evidence are all the time. When you can't escape, at least six witnesses were killed. When the police escaped, they also recorded your license plate number."

Chen Bei kept silent and said that he was a young talent trained by the New York Mafia family. The police's tricks were very clear.

Li Huating said: "You can keep silent but this can't save your life."

Lisa was escorted in and her long hair was disheveled and her mouth was covered with blood.

"Tell me how Chen Bei killed someone," Li Huating said

"Chen Bei wanted to rape me and I was stopped by Tang Yupeng and killed him." Lisa lowered her head and said with a hoarse voice.

"Go out." Li Huating's lips outlined a smug smile and let his subordinates take Lisa out.

"Despicable" Chen Bei burst out two words from his teeth

"You should recover from your injuries, I have time to waste with you." Li Huating stood up and walked, and the door closed loudly, and the room returned to darkness again.

Chen Bei got up and groped around to find out this is a cell without windows. The concrete floor door is hard to fly even if it is iron plate.

After some effort, his wound was painful and had to crawl back to the cold bed

...

The next day, Soong Mei-ling came to the Air Force Hospital with flowers and condolences and representatives from all walks of life in Chongqing, but she rushed into the empty ward. She had already lived in another person. Chen Bei disappeared.

The dean arrived and explained that Chen Bei had been transferred to the hospital and was picked up by several soldiers.

Soong Mei-ling was surprised: "Is there a hospital that is more suitable than an Air Force Hospital? Why don't I know about this? Someone came to pick up the Air Force Commander."

A phone call was directly called to the Air Force Commander Zhou Zhirou’s desk last year Commander Zhou was also two years old and was confused: “Madam Husband doesn’t know about this. The injured pilot has always been treated in the Air Force Hospital. If there is no special disease, he will not be transferred to the hospital.”

After asking, I didn't know where Chen Bei was transferred. At first, Soong Mei-ling was patient and joked. Later, she couldn't help but feel angry and said, "How did you take care of the pilot while he was still seriously injured? How could you take care of someone who can rob him? You must find out the truth and find Dai Li."

Within twenty minutes, Boss Dai rushed to the Air Force Hospital and once he entered the director's office, he realized that the atmosphere was not right. His wife was angry and looked really angry.

"Madam, please give me instructions." Dai Li said carefully, did he know that his wife is powerful and even the commissioner should let her be three points. If he can't do a good job, just a pillow style. His life will be difficult.

"When the Flying Tigers hero Chen Bei was taken away by an unknown person during his hospitalization, he was restricted from finding out where you were within an hour."

"Yes" Dai Li didn't shirk his responsibilities and immediately started investigating and investigating this kind of small matter. For the Military Commission, it was simply a killing chicken with a ox knife. It didn't take a few phone calls in an hour. However, in order to show that he was serious, Dai Li still sent all his subordinates to turn Chongqing to the top.

...

The sound of Chen Mansion knocking on the door sounded and the servant went to open the door but no one looked around. He saw a piece of paper pressing on the ground with bricks.

"The son was framed and is now locked in the basement of the Procuratorate." There is only one line of handwriting on the paper that looks a little immature and reminds Chen Zikun of the little tragic man in the Procuratorate.

No wonder I didn't see my son in the hospital, it turned out that the Procuratorate was making trouble. Although I didn't know what Xiaobei had committed, Chen Zikun immediately made a complete arrangement. Yao Yilei went to contact the lawyer Liu Ting to inform the Flying Tigers to contact the Bing team to contact the newspaper friend Lin Wenjing, who was guarding the house, took Xia Xiaoqing straight to the Procuratorate.

The car drove to the door of the procuratorate and stopped. Another luxury car came first and got off the car. A noble lady with a jewel-shaped squid fur all over her body was ashen with her eyes ashen and her two guards rushed straight into the procuratorate building.

"Where is the murderer who killed my son?" Mrs. Gui's sharp Zhejiang accent resounded throughout the Procuratorate's Office


Chapter completed!