Xu Qigang kicked open the door, and the man sitting on the chair, knocking his legs together, immediately fell silent.
“Is the wound all treated?” Xu Qigang looked at Meng Ping, whose face was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze, revealing only his eyes, and his tightly pressed lips couldn’t help but curve slightly. He turned his head to look at Guo Siming, who squinted at him guiltily, obviously too embarrassed to make eye contact.
“How can you call this okay?” Despite being bandaged up , Meng Ping still managed to speak with full breath. “Hurry up and take off these damn bandages.”
Xu Qigang ignored him completely, his gaze shifting down slightly, his brow furrowed. “A rib is broken, why wasn’t it dealt with?”
He had been holding back; the single broken rib was a result of his restraint. If he hadn’t controlled himself, Meng Ping might now be suffering from full-body crush breakages.
Guo Siming stared in surprise, his mouth agape. “Huh? Didn’t you only hit his face?” Oh no, he had seen this arrogant hooligan and hadn’t even checked him properly. He just bandaged up the face without a second thought—all about making it as ugly as possible.
“Our captain never hits the face when he fights, this was an exception,” Liu Chun said, displeased.
Meng Ping leapt up from his chair in an instant. “Xu Qigang, I curse your ancestors, you actually broke my rib!” No wonder he had been feeling such pain, struggling to breathe through his chest.
“If you can’t break that foul habit of yours, more beatings are in your future. Unless one day you manage to beat me,” Xu Qigang truly didn’t want to bother with him, a good-for-nothing playboy who was from a different world than him. If it weren’t for an old teammate entrusting him on his deathbed, he would never want to get involved. But since he had to deal with it, he would do so thoroughly.
“You just wait.” Meng Ping was willful and vengeful, having suffered quite a bit at Xu Qigang’s hands over the past year. Everyone else called him a rescue hero, but only he knew this man was a ruthless bastard.
“Doctor Guo, Meng Ping is in your hands. Remember, no complications allowed, otherwise it won’t be as easy to act next time.” After giving these instructions, Xu Qigang left with Liu Chun.
Meng Ping was left bellowing with rage, probably realizing the severity of a broken rib, not daring to throw things around forcefully.
Sheng Ning was granted three days off for her menstrual period, and the next day, Dai Bin announced it personally, stirring up a massive discussion among the female comrades.
They said the women in the War Wolf Rescue Team were treated like men, and the men like mules; when had they become so lenient?
Remembering how Sheng Ning had been carried to the medic’s room the day before, the gazes falling upon her sharpened and became more malicious.
But Sheng Ning didn’t care about any of it, for once you’ve been through the worst, you know these things are just trifling annoyances.
Additionally, two people from the Song and Dance Troupe reportedly got leave for their menstrual periods as well. One named Yang Xiaoman was a singer with a pleasant voice, which carried a lingering sweetness even as she spoke, but she was shy by nature, hardly daring to lift her head when talking to others.
The other was Liu Yilan, aloof and not very sociable. She was the only one in the troupe who could play the piano and was proficient with various instruments, considered Yang Wenying’s most valuable member.
Sheng Ning used to have no interaction with these two, partly due to not being in their league and also because of insufficient experience and talent. As top performers, they naturally didn’t associate with the former version of herself.
But Sheng Ning was very familiar with the two of them because Qin Cuifen always tried to suck up to Liu Yilan, getting snubbed every time.