Medical Station 101

At the scene, two jeeps had already been cleared, and the truck was loaded. Next, Han Qingyu, Wen Jifei, Liu Shiheng, and Wu Xu, along with two injured members of Squad 1777, would head to Medical Station 101 first. Meanwhile, Shen Yixiu, He Tangtang, Milla, and three other soldiers would take the seized goods and the four people, including Shang Nianhua, back to the encampment. A phone call had already been placed, and Captain Lao's side would dispatch vehicles to meet them halfway to prevent any mishaps. Everyone gathered in the courtyard, preparing to split up. "Qingzi, come here for a moment," Wu Xu said quietly, stepping up behind Han Qingyu. When Han Qingyu looked back, Wu Xu gestured toward the bed of the truck. He climbed up first, and Han Qingyu followed. There was no one in the truck bed at the moment. Wu Xu set down the Binggu spear, lifted the nailed wooden bench seat along the side with both hands, and turned back, waiting for Han Qingyu to look. Han Qingyu stepped forward and took a look, spotting the two greatswords that Yu Yindou seemed to have used earlier stashed beneath it. "Are these two swords really that good?" Neither of the two greatswords looked ornate in the least—just thick, heavy blades, crude guards, and grips that seemed somewhat slender by contrast, their luster utterly dull. Yet since Wu Xu had taken the trouble to stash them away, Han Qingyu figured they couldn't be ordinary. "Yeah." Wu Xu nodded. *You really do take after the company you keep; a person's environment has an enormous influence.* Han Qingyu felt amused inside. He truly hadn't expected Wu Xu to go astray so quickly, already knowing how to pocket loot for himself. Unable to resist teasing him, he said, "You've gone bad, Wu Xu." "Wen Jifei told me to hide them." Wu Xu spoke with utter seriousness, then gave Han Qingyu a look tinged with a faint helplessness, as if wanting to ask where he got the nerve to lecture him. In the end, he held back. "That's taking it too far, blaming it on Plague Chicken," Han Qingyu said with a laugh. "How could Wen Jifei possibly know these swords were good? It's not like swords are female." He was only joking, but Wu Xu answered in earnest. "He said if there's anything good, stash it away." So the Yu clan's best treasures were evidently these two swords. Han Qingyu drew his twin sabers and held them against the swords to compare. Feeling that sabers suited him better, he asked, "Are you going to use one?" Wu Xu asked, "Can I?" "Of course. Just go ahead and use it; Captain Lao will turn a blind eye." "Yeah." Wu Xu nodded. "Then I'll take one." With that, he casually took one, slanting it behind his back into the hook-cleats of his combat uniform, then picked up the Binggu spear again. Carrying both a spear and a sword, he looked even more valiant than before. There was still one sword left. Han Qingyu thought about it and realized only He Tangtang or Shen Yixiu could use it right now. But Shen Yixiu's own saber was custom-made and suited her perfectly. So he called He Tangtang over and gave the greatsword to him. He Tangtang was thrilled on the spot upon receiving the greatsword... not because he truly thought the sword was that extraordinary, but because it likely signified Qingzi's recognition of his combat power and standing. Truth be told, having personally participated in their small team's live-combat slaughters of Great Spikes twice recently, combined with an ample supply of source energy blocks, He Tangtang's combat strength had genuinely progressed by leaps and bounds. Out in the regular ranks, he would surely be a prime candidate for development in many squads, enjoying boundless prestige. It was only because he was in this particular small circle that he ended up stuck in an awkward middle ground—the two behind him had given up on themselves and posed no threat, while the three ahead of him... weren't human. "Oh, right." Just as they were preparing to get down from the truck, Han Qingyu suddenly remembered that Wu Xu had come from the Yu clan and had been standing guard downstairs earlier. He pulled out that bone fragment once more and asked him, "Did you know about this back when you were with the Yu clan?" It was merely an offhand question; considering Wu Xu's status in the Yu clan, Han Qingyu hadn't held out much hope. Unexpectedly, Wu Xu took one look and nodded immediately. "I do." He actually knew! Han Qingyu was instantly overjoyed. "Then it..." "During sacrificial rites, they would place it up high and bow to it," Wu Xu said. Han Qingyu waited a moment. Finding there was nothing more, he pressed, "And?" "That's all." "...Oh." ………… The place where the He clan was currently staying was not far from Medical Station 101. Milla had discovered this by chance. After learning of it, Han Qingyu thought it over and decided to take this opportunity to swing by and have a look first. To that end, he had specifically consulted Shang Nianhua to learn more details. "Time to get in, brother!" Wen Jifei called out after the truck drove off. Beyond telling Han Qingyu what she knew about the He clan, Shang Nianhua had also left behind a guard to guide them... the very same magical fellow from before. At that moment, the brother had been standing there in a daze, wondering why the truck hadn't taken him along. Hearing the call, he looked back and didn't ask any questions, responding warmly, "Coming!" With that, he jogged over. He didn't seem to possess even the slightest awareness of being a prisoner. What was more, his effortless, natural demeanor subtly infected Han Qingyu and the others, making it hard for them to treat him like a prisoner. He climbed in and took his seat. "Uh, well, by regulation, you have to be blindfolded." *Why am I being so cautious and polite?* Wen Jifei couldn't help chuckling at himself, apologizing, "Sorry about this." "No problem, I understand the rules." The man proactively turned around to cooperate, letting Wen Jifei blindfold him. A moment later, he volunteered, "I think I can still see." Wen Jifei turned around and held up a finger. "What is this...?" "A finger." "...All right, you really can see." They wrapped two more layers of cloth around his eyes until the guard brother finally said he couldn't see anything. Once the vehicle set off, Han Qingyu finally couldn't help asking, "By the way, what's your name?" "Zhu Jiaming. Descendant of the Prince of Shu of the Great Ming. For real," he replied. "A little prince?" "Haha! I wouldn't dare claim such an honor, not at all." ………… Medical Station 101. Outside a certain ward, a passing young nurse carrying a metal tray leaned sideways to peek inside. Seeing a bunch of her colleagues gathered and chatting, she glanced left and right to check for supervisors, then slipped inside to join them. "He really is good-looking," one young nurse said. "But what's the use of being good-looking?" another lamented. "Isn't he still a dead iron straight man through and through?!" "True enough, haha..." There wasn't the slightest malice; on the contrary, they simply found it endlessly amusing, chatting and laughing together. A major event had taken place at the medical station today: Han Qingyu had come to 101... But even before this, two months earlier, his name had already spread throughout Azure's frontline medical system. That included his combat exploits, his nickname of "dead iron straight man," and his miraculous performance during his time at Medical Station 202. While the young nurses were chattering away in high spirits, an injured female soldier on an adjacent bed shifted her body, struggled to sit up, and asked, "Is the person you're talking about Han Qingyu?" "Yes, yes! Do you know him too, Big Sister?" "I know him." "You do? Oh, right, I totally forgot—you're from the Ninth Army, Regiment 425 too, Big Sister!" The young nurse instantly grew excited. "Yeah. I even pinched his face once." A reminiscent look surfaced in the female soldier's eyes as she smiled. She raised a hand to demonstrate, and the sleeve of her patient gown slid down, revealing a rather frightening, long scar. The reminiscing was brief and ended quickly. Suddenly realizing the young nurses around her had gone quiet, she turned to look and found them all frozen in place, staring at her in bewilderment. *What,* the female soldier thought, *is pinching Han Qingyu's face really that unbelievable?!* "What, none of you believe me? Tell you what, go call him over... I'll show you just how easy he is to pick on."