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Chapter 543: I'm afraid it's not an assassination

At noon, a military off-road jeep approached the gate of the military district. The tires rolled over the old concrete road, making a creaking sound. When it passed over the speed bump, the bones of the people in the car shook.

Qin Lingzheng had his face covered with a hat, his hands clasped across his chest, and he was leaning back in his chair, dozing off with his head tilted back.

After this bumpy ride, the military cap slipped off his face, and the dazzling light pulled open his eyelids and pierced into his eyes, forcing him to raise one hand to cover his face to block the overly strong and vicious light.

He also sat up straighter, his sleepiness dissipated, and he yawned and sat up lazily, leaning against the passenger seat, his arm resting on the window, his sleeves rolled up, revealing a bronze tan mark on his forearm, and his fingers knocked on the door intermittently.

"Brother Qin, are you awake?" Hearing the voice, the driver of the military off-road jeep skillfully took out a bottle of water that was slightly heated by the sun from under the seat and handed it to him, "Go into the yard, wake up."

Qin Lingzheng took the water, but did not turn it on. He just said "hmm" and stuck his head out of the window again. The hot wind blew the strands of hair on his forehead into a mess. He squinted his eyes and glanced at the two self-defense sentries in front of the main gate, made a gesture, and waited for them to move the roadblock in front of them.

As the car drove into the yard, we saw more and more soldiers in camouflage uniforms on the surrounding streets, walking towards the cafeteria in groups of three or two.

Seeing the off-road jeep with muddy tires, falling off as it drove past, and raising dust like a heat wave, they all shouted enthusiastically:

"I'm back, Brother Qin!"

"Team Qin!"

"Zhengzi, why did you come back so late today?"

"Hey, I'm talking to you! Is this kid out of his mind?"

Qin Lingzheng glanced at them lazily, then looked away as if he was deaf to the noise. He put his military cap on his face, and after a few seconds he pulled it off in annoyance. He pushed open the door and jumped out without waiting for the car to stop.

As soon as he landed, a cloud of dust was raised. His clothes were filled with a strong smell of mud and sand. It was a hot day and he felt dry. He raised his hand to fasten the two buttons on his collar, but he only fastened one and unbuttoned it impatiently again. He put his hands in his trouser pockets, half of his face was hidden under the brim of his hat, and his emotions could not be seen. He walked in the opposite direction of the cafeteria in a gloomy mood.

Seeing his miserable state, the soldiers on the road did not rush over to cause trouble for him, for fear of being dragged into the training ground by the collar and beaten up - after all, this kid was very troublesome when he got angry, and every time he got injured, he would feel the pain for seven or eight days, which was not worth it.

After he walked away with a sour face, everyone gathered in front of the parked SUV and asked the driver:

"What happened to him? What happened to you guys when you were out on patrol?"

"What else could we encounter? Smuggling!" the driver said as if it was normal. "Someone cut a hole over there. When we passed by, they were leading the way to the other side. Zhengzi was distracted when he went up to suppress them. He didn't find the dagger and almost got stabbed in the waist..."

"Again?" Someone in the family sighed, referring to both the smuggling and the mistakes made when arresting people. "This is the nth time in the past two months. Is there performance to be achieved over there? ... Zhengzi is not bad at making money, why does he always get into trouble recently? If he had used one tenth of the ferocity he used when beating me up on the training ground, he wouldn't be injured every time he comes back from patrol!"

You can't always encounter illegal immigrants or living people, but the mountain roads are rugged and the terrain is complex, so it's not uncommon to occasionally fall or sprain your ankle.

Another person said, "If it happens twice more, he should be interviewed again, right?"

"Just make an appointment. It won't affect his promotion. He can be promoted back in two days. He doesn't worry about military merits. He dares to rush up if something happens. He can't refuse to obey... He just keeps making trouble every day. I don't know what he wants..."

"It's normal for people with great abilities and strengths to have a bit of temper and quirks."

"That doesn't mean you can't die..."

"You just got here, so you don't know. He's not in good shape for a few days every year at this time. Come over here and I'll tell you some gossip..."

The driver put his arm on the door, and waited until everyone's appetite was whetted before he lowered his voice and said mysteriously:

"Do you know that Zhengzi has someone in his heart and has been hiding it secretly for five years?"

"Ah?" The recruits were stunned. "Is this true? Male or female? Just him???"

"It doesn't look like that. I heard that he scolded a female classmate who tried to please him until she cried in the military academy. Since then, they have fought every time they met!"

"I heard that the art soldier invited him to the training ground, and he dragged him over his shoulder and threw him down three times. He was criticized in the notice every time."

"I also heard that he went to the infirmary to get an IV drip, and the female military doctor gave him an infusion. He insisted that she give him the injection without contact. When the female comrade refused, he said that she didn't have good skills, and the military doctor was so angry that she almost stabbed him with a needle..."

“The version I heard was…”

"I thought he only cared about the country and the party!!!"

"Brother, please don't lie to us. We are not stupid. If you want to make up something, make it more credible!"

Driver: “…” How did it get here? !

Driver: "I'm not lying to you. I'm telling you the truth. When I was in military school, I saw him hiding photos on his body. He would often take them out and look at them when no one was around. He wouldn't give them to us when we wanted to see them, and he got angry when we mentioned it.

One time, we took advantage of him taking a shower and rummaged through his clothes to find a photo of two people. He was the man, and the woman was one of us. Before we could even see it, he caught us, dragged us to the training ground, and beat us so hard that our bones hurt for half a month.

The new soldier was curious: "Who is that person in the photo? Brother Qin's girlfriend?"

Then he joked, "How can he have a girlfriend? The girl must be a genius. He is so emotionally stable, he must be a ninja. Maybe he has a beagle at home!"

"She's not a girlfriend." The driver said, "According to our deduction, she's most likely a secret crush."

"Brother, secret love is a bit too much, you said assassination is more reliable."

"I reasonably suspect that Brother Qin was a bad-mouthed man in the past, and he had never been beaten up by the woman, so he held a grudge, so he took it out in the dead of night to stab the villain, and was ready to avenge himself when he returned!"

This guess successfully won unanimous praise from the recruits on the scene.

"That's right!"

"I think so too!"

“This is more credible!!!”

Driver: “…” What should I do? I am also starting to waver!!!

The driver struggled for a while, weighed the pros and cons, and finally chose the version with a stronger romantic atmosphere. After all, everyone loves to listen to gossip, especially gossip about the relationship between men and women. He continued:

"He didn't say what the specific situation was, so no one knows, but I remember it was two years ago when I first came to the border defense—"

He recalled:

"——When Zhengzi's family came to pick him up, he went back. He was very excited when he left, saying that he was going to do something big, and that he would come back to tell us the good news if he succeeded... We thought he would be gone for a month or so, or at least a week, but no one expected that he would only be gone for three days. He left in the afternoon of the first day and came back early on the third day...

After he came back, he seemed like a different person. He didn't talk, didn't respond to anyone's questions, and didn't mention where he had been or whether he had accomplished what he wanted to do. He never mentioned any good news again and then he packed up his things and came here.

When he was in the military academy, he counted the days until graduation. After coming here, he seemed to have taken root here and never mentioned leaving. He went into the mountains and forests every day. He was not better until he came back from the operation table after destroying a drug den last year. He looked like a normal person, but he would have tantrums every few days. He would bite anyone he caught. We would avoid him when we saw him and we didn’t want to be in the same group with him during training. …

Later, I accidentally saw him staring at the photo again..."

At this point, the driver paused, not to whet the recruits' appetite, but to recall the expression on the other party's face at that time.

After thinking for a while, I found that my vocabulary was limited, and the only thing I could say was a fan-shaped diagram like "three parts sadness, three parts sadness, three parts discouraged, and one part tired."

So I settled for the next best thing, skipped a lot of emotional exaggeration, and went straight to the point, recalling:

"I took a quick glance at it at the time, and the photo in his hand seemed to have been torn into pieces and then glued together..."

"..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the place fell silent, as if everyone was digesting the gossip they had just heard.

After a while, someone tentatively reasoned:

"Brother Qin, is this... emotionally hurt?"

Instead of throwing away the photos after they were torn into pieces, I put them back together and kept them with me, taking them out to look at them when I have nothing to do.

Why does this sound so similar...

Why does he look so much like a dog who failed in his confession and was rejected, but can't let go in his heart and can only secretly look at the photos to miss the person? ! ! !

Do not! ! !

There must be something else going on!!!

"Could it be that Brother Qin had trained hard for three years and found that he still couldn't defeat his opponent no matter how hard he tried, so he was so angry that he tore up the photos to vent his anger, and then reviewed the battle situation in the dead of night with a look of grief and anger on his face!!!"

"Don't say it, don't say it!"

"interesting!"

"That's something Brother Qin would do."

Driver: "..." What should I do? It seems to make sense!!!

Someone else joked:

"But to be honest, with Brother Qin's emotional intelligence and his ability to offend female lesbians, if he really went back to confess to his crush, it would have been because of the wrong way of confessing that the girl would have been mad and run away. Instead of falling in love, we ended up making enemies. It was the kind of situation where one of us had to die as soon as we met!"

"That's so right!"

"I still don't dare to go to the female cook's window with Brother Qin to get food..."

"The last time we went to get an injection together, the military doctor's injection hurt more than before!"

"The appraisal result shows that Brother Qin is at fault!"

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

Driver: "..."

Driver: "Okay, no matter if it's about making enemies or emotional intelligence, this is the way it is. Keep your mouth shut and don't talk to him. If he drags you into the training ground for training, don't blame me for not reminding you."

……

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After getting off the car, Qin Lingzheng strode forward along the road. He met many people along the way. Some of them wanted to say hello, but when they saw his sullen face, as if he was going to grab some unlucky guy to bully, they all shut their mouths wisely and chose to avoid him for the time being.

Qin Lingzheng thought as he walked, his mind was in a mess, as if a fuse was about to be ignited and blow his brains into paste.

The footsteps under my feet are getting faster and faster...

"Hiss—" Suddenly, Qin Lingzheng paused and raised his hand to touch his waist and abdomen. It was indeed wet. He raised his hand again and saw deep red blood plasma. He frowned and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck—"

He took a deep breath, found a tree to lean against, lifted up the corner of his clothes and looked down.

There are no new wounds, but the cut that was stitched last week has opened again, and blood is seeping out from the stitches. It doesn't hurt, but it looks bloody.

He simply wiped off the blood, took out the healing glue he always had in his pocket, and glued the cracked wound back together.

He held on for half a minute, waiting for the glue to solidify and the wound to stop bleeding, then he let go of his clothes, walked quickly to the military medical room, and pushed the door open.

There were no lights on in the infirmary, but there was enough light to see rows of white curtains tied side by side on rods, revealing empty beds.

Further in was the quiet infusion room, where several people were receiving intravenous drips and dozing off in their chairs.

Qin Lingzheng walked straight to the innermost part, turned to the end of the corridor, pushed open the door of the office, and walked in.

"Doctor, I—"

"Lying on the bed...you again?"

The doctor smelled blood and habitually reached for the suture needle. When he heard the familiar voice, he paused and looked up at Qin Lingzheng at the door. He slowly raised his eyebrows, and the pair of charming fox eyes on top of the mask narrowed with interest.

"Where is it this time?"

"The stitches are open, uh... I'm here to make an appointment with a psychiatrist."

Facing the doctor who had pulled him back from the brink of death many times, Qin Lingzheng still had some respect for him and did not act too presumptuous in front of him.

"Lie on the bed." Hearing this, Mu Chenye turned over the nameplate on the table, turned the "psychologist" behind him towards Qin Lingzheng, and walked to the bed with sutures.

After Qin Lingzheng did as he was told and lay on the bed, he lifted up the corner of his clothes to expose the wound and pressed it.

"Is it a test of my skills? If it tears again, I will have to enlarge the suture line, and the scar will have to be larger than before."

As he spoke, Mu Chenye used the hemostatic clamps and needle and thread to quickly repair the wound.

"Although I have coveted your body, you don't have to be so anxious. I am your attending physician, and your early death will only affect my reputation."

A human body with good body fat percentage and muscle coverage, which looks like a textbook, is a treasure in the eyes of any medical practitioner.

"If it was anyone else, I would definitely try to keep it as a treasure, but if I treat him now and he dies on the operating table, wouldn't it make me look useless?"

"It would be great if he could die outside so I could collect his body. Unfortunately, this guy is very lucky and hard to kill. If he is still breathing, I have to treat him. If he is not breathing, I have to find a way to breathe him back. Otherwise, I have to go abroad to hide. I am not good at foreign languages..."

“I can recite professional terms by heart, but not so good at everyday expressions.”

After tying the first suture, Mu Chenye said in a frivolous tone:

“Tell your story.”