Reborn At Weight Camp: General Don't Mess Around
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After instructing the guard, he tilted his head to look at Ye Jian who was still standing on the stairs with a cold expression on his bright little face. Apologizing, he nodded small. Holding a deep look in his eyes, he left the dorm building with quick steps.

At the Chunyang Grand Hotel, someone found Liao Youde at the card table and took him to the injured person. As he opened the blood-stained clothes, his face turned pale. "Quick! Go to the health center to find a doctor! He won't make it if he keeps bleeding!”

The pitch-black weapon hole was surrounded by bloody flesh and skin. And a stream of blood flowed out from the wound as thick as a little child's little pinkie finger.

Holding a steaming hot stainless steel pot, a man walked into the room quickly. Accompanied by a clicking sound, he locked the room from inside. He said to the pale-faced Liao Youde, “We will count on you, Brother Youde!”

Inside the stainless steel pot are placed scissors and tweezers sterilized with boiling water. A person begins to look for homostatic gauze, bandages, anti-inflammatory agents and anesthetic needles from their bag.

Hearing this, Liao Youde became even paler. Panicked, he said, “No, I can't. I'm afraid Brother Fei is seriously injured. My superficial knowledge is useless and could get him killed!”

He tilted his head. Looking at the man whose face was as pale as a piece of white paper due to the loss of a lot of blood, he said in a low voice, “Sister Fei, I definitely cannot operate on your wounds! I'll find Doctor Zhou at the public health center! He's dealt with gunshot wounds before!”

Despite his pale appearance, the man, who was summoned by Brother Fei, still had a cruel facial expression.

The moment he heard Liao Youde's words, his eyes became gloomy. After casting a warning look at the people around him, he nodded lightly to agree.

The city, which had little nighttime entertainment, was enveloped by a pitch-black night. Most people have turned off their lights to go to bed early, while some of the lights in some homes are still on.

Ye Jian had arrived at the township's public health center. After seeing the guards escorting her, she headed to the doctor's office.

Ye Jian scanned his surroundings. Since he did not see anyone around, he retreated silently.

As Liao Youde and Doctor Zhou were walking down the pitch-black road, he chased after them from behind. Adopting An Jiaxin's voice, he said, “Bu, where did you go so late? I'll go with you."

If people did not pay attention, they would have thought it was An Jiaxin who spoke.

While chasing them, Ye Jian accidentally ran past Liao Youde, who was walking behind Doctor Zhou. Something seemed to fall into his hands. He ran to Doctor Zhou and held onto his arm.

"My son. Didn't I tell you to rest at home?” Doctor Zhou, who was in a hurry, did not recognize Ye Jian's voice. Moreover, An Jiaxin was indeed at home. So, he didn't think too much about it.

Turning his eyes, Liao Youde laughed and said, “Jiaxin, why don't you sleep at this hour? Liao Jian was still working on his math practice. I know you are good at math, can you go with us and teach Liao Jian?”

"It doesn't matter." Ye Jian agreed easily. The reason he chased after them was because he was worried about Aunt Zhou.

Just when Doctor Zhou was about to criticize his 'daughter', the girl pulled on his arm. With that action, he realized something was wrong with the 'princess' beside him.

"Auntie, I am Jiaxin's classmate, Ye Jian," strongly sensing that Physician Zhou's body had frozen slightly, Ye Jian held onto his arm and quickly walked a few steps. He whispered, “Something has happened. Just treat me as Jiaxin.”

It was impossible for Ye Jian to explain the situation thoroughly to him in a sentence or two, not to mention Liao Youde walking behind them. Therefore, Ye Jian ended their conversation after a few words.