Political Commissar Wen Xianjun jumped off the commuter car and went straight into the combat readiness duty room. He swept his eyes across everyone, interrupted everyone who was chatting, and asked: "Ye Jianlong, where is Yang Luo?"

Ye Jianlong pointed to the locker room next door and said, "Change in there."

"Okay, you guys can chat." After Wen Xianjun finished speaking, he walked into the dressing room. Seeing Yang Luo still changing, he didn't shy away from it. He gave a thumbs up and said, "Yang Luo, you did a great job just now!"

Yang Luo turned around and saw that it was the political commissar. He quickly raised his hands and saluted, saying: "Hello, political commissar!"

Wen Xianjun smiled and said: "If you look like this, don't salute. What does it look like to salute with your bare arms?"

"Political Commissar, do you have anything to do with me?" Yang Luo smiled and put down his raised right hand.

"Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do?" Wen Xianjun asked, and before Yang Luo could say anything, he continued: "However, I came to see you today because I really have something to do."

"Political commissar, please give instructions." Yang Luo immediately stood at attention and straightened his chest. Although he was shirtless, it was a bit nondescript.

"Go to the aviation hospital in the afternoon to see Dr. Zhang Qingyao for a psychological test." Wen Xianjun said with a smile.

"Political Commissar, I'm fine, I don't need to see a doctor." Yang Luo was stunned when he heard the word "doctor" and missed the second half of the sentence.

"I'm not asking you to see a doctor, but to go for a psychological test." Wen Xianjun then explained: "According to the regulations of the cabin crew, you must do a psychological test after experiencing a dangerous situation. This is an order, and no bargaining is allowed."

Yang Luo said sheepishly: "It turns out it's a psychological test. Okay, I'll go there in the afternoon."

"Okay, remember to go there at two o'clock in the afternoon." After saying that, Wen Xianjun left.

Yang Luo was still aware of this rule. It had been implemented in the flying force for four or five years.

According to regulations, regardless of the size of the position or the amount of flying experience, anyone who experiences a dangerous situation must undergo a psychological test. Without a doctor's signature, the flight must be grounded.

For pilots, a doctor's pen can determine their life or death.

If the doctor signs off and says you can continue flying, then you can continue flying;

The doctor says that if you fail the psychological test or your physical fitness no longer allows it, then you have to be grounded.

There are no conditions to be negotiated, and the military and political leaders must abide by the doctor's decision, otherwise they will not be able to bear the consequences if something goes wrong.

As soon as Wen Xianjun left, Ye Jianlong came in and asked: "Yang Luo, why did the political commissar come here? Why did he leave again after a few minutes?"

Yang Luo picked up his training uniform and put it on his body, and said: "Tell me to go to Dr. Zhang Qingyao for a psychological test at two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Zhang Qingyao, who is this? The name sounds like a woman. There is no such person in the aviation medical office!" Ye Jianlong said in surprise, "The person responsible for doing psychological tests for us has always been a male doctor. Has there been a change in the aviation medical office?"

"Maybe there was a change of person, otherwise how could the political commissar ask me to find her by name?" Yang Luo said uncertainly.

Ye Jianlong waved his hand and said: "Never mind it, you will find out when you go in the afternoon. Oh, by the way, I wonder if the political commissar has reminded you that you need to write a report and give it to the regiment leader to deal with this dangerous situation."

"Do you still need to write a report? How can a dangerous situation lead to a lot of trouble?" Yang Luo said distressedly.

Since the report is written, it must be submitted, and the regiment must also submit it to the division headquarters. After all, if there is a danger, the regiment must report it to the division headquarters.

Yang Luo didn't even know how to write it. Could it be that he was too rough on the way back and burned all the jet fuel, which was why this dangerous situation occurred.

Although this is true, it is not pleasant to write it down and submit it in the report.

…

After lunch, Yang Luo returned to Apartment 312 and thought hard for more than an hour. He only wrote the word report on the white paper, and the rest was blank.

Yang Luo's report hasn't been written yet, but his files and today's flight log are in Zhang Qingyao's hands.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Luo put aside the report and appeared in the aviation hospital on time.

After some inquiring, I found Zhang Qingyao's office, stood at the door, and knocked lightly three times.

“Please come in.”

A sweet female voice came from inside the door, sounding like an oriole's cry.

Yang Luo pushed the door open and went in, and saw a woman sitting on the sofa, looking down at a document. She was wearing summer uniform, and the military rank on her shoulder was captain, commonly known as 13 cents.

Hearing Yang Luo's footsteps, Zhang Qingyao raised her head, put the folder in her hand on the coffee table, pointed to the sofa on the other side, and chuckled: "It's Comrade Yang Luo, please sit down."

Yang Luo walked to the sofa and sat down with some restraint. He was shocked by Zhang Qingyao's military rank. He was young and seemed to be on par with himself. But look at Zhang Qingyao's military rank, captain, while his own was only a dime.

More importantly, Zhang Qingyao is a tall beauty, with smart short hair and a curvy figure. She looks more heroic when wearing summer clothes, which can be described as a dashing and heroic figure.

It is rare for such a tall and beautiful woman to appear in a military camp, especially in the Air Force, which is basically all men.

"Don't be restrained, relax." Zhang Qingyao said with a smile, skillfully opening the tea set in his hand and starting to make tea.

Taking this opportunity, Yang Luo quietly looked at this unique doctor's office.

After observing for a while, Yang Luo felt very relaxed and warm. Unknowingly, his restraint was eliminated.

"Please drink tea." Zhang Qingyao said, placing a cup of tea in front of Yang Luo and picking up another cup.

He picked up the tea and smelled it. The strong aroma of the tea dissipated. Yang Luo was sure it was Tieguanyin, one of the four famous teas. He gently blew the tea soup and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhang Qingyao continued serving tea and said: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhang Qingyao. I am a newly transferred psychiatrist. I just joined the 122nd Regiment a few days ago."

"Hello, Dr. Zhang." Yang Luo said. He was no longer as restrained as when he first came in. He was completely relaxed, as if he was chatting with a strange friend.

"Before you came, I took a look at your file. Did you graduate from Aviation University?" Zhang Qingyao started the topic in a casual chat.

"Yes, graduated from Aviation University." Yang Luo said.

Haicheng Base belongs to the Flight Academy, and the Flight Academy is a subordinate institution of Aviation University. So Yang Luo did graduate from Aviation University, and his graduation certificate is stamped with the seal of Aviation University.

"Can you tell me why you chose to be a pilot in the first place?" Zhang Qingyao asked with a smile.

"When I was in my senior year of high school, I watched a TV series about pilots. I thought the pilots were so handsome, so I came up with the idea of ​​becoming a pilot."

Yang Luo did not tell the real reason, but told a small lie. The system was his biggest secret, and he had always been vigilant.

In the next hour or so, Zhang Qingyao guided the topic step by step, while Yang Luo was guided step by step to fall into the pit dug by Zhang Qingyao without even realizing it.

The two of them chatted as if they were old friends reunited. They chatted very casually while drinking tea. They talked about Yang Luo's study and life from childhood to adulthood.

Except for not revealing any information about the system because he was always vigilant, Yang Luo was almost naked in front of Zhang Qingyao.
Chapter completed!