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Chapter 21 Daily Life
"Virgin, my humble position is fine, the witness He Yijun is safe and sound, please rest assured." Zuo Zhong struggled to salute, and then fainted coolly.

This is not something he pretended. He experienced a fierce gun battle for the first time in his life, and his nerves were always tense.

"Hurry up, take me to the Central Hospital and use my car." Before he had time to feel Zuo Zhong's devotion to his duty, Dai Chunfeng ordered loudly.

There was another rush, a dozen strong spies raised Zuo Zhong high, stepped on Wu Chunyang's "corpse", sent Zuo Zhong to the car at the door, and then drove towards the hospital.

People outside looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what kind of big man this is, but he was being sent off in Dai Chunfeng's car, could it be some relative of the emperor, alas, what a troubled time.

Only then did the Secret Service have time to check the scene. The exchange of fire was fierce and the number of corpses was staggering. There were six corpses at the door alone, and five corpses in the aisle behind the door.

The house was full of bullet holes, the gate was smashed into a sieve, and the corner of the wall around Zuo Zhong was hit with potholes. One can imagine the thrilling and critical situation at that time.

Looking at the well-fitting police uniform on the shooter, and thinking about the cook who was killed and turned into suicide, Dai Chunfeng's face was full of gloomyness. He knew why Zuo Zhong didn't let people from the Jinling Police Station in. case.

"Come here, bring back all the corpses and guns, and don't allow anyone to approach. Also, guard this place, and no one can enter." Dai Chunfeng made a decisive decision. He must give this matter to Zuo Zhong, as well as other people from the Secret Service. A confession.

"Sir, can I go to the hospital to accompany Big Brother Zuo?" He Yijun walked over and said timidly.

Thinking of his wife's exhortation, Dai Chunfeng said kindly: "Miss He was shocked today, so I'll send someone to take you there, as it happens that the hospital is also safe."

"Thank you, sir." He Yijun was overjoyed.

He Yijun was sent away, Dai Chunfeng left first, and only some people from the Secret Service were left to guard and clean up the scene.

At this time, Wu Chunyang, who was leaning against the wall, woke up and murmured: "Help, help, there are still people here!"

Two days later, in the intensive care unit of Jinling Central Hospital, Zuo Zhong opened his mouth solemnly, straightened his back, and then a piece of dessert was put into his mouth.

"Brother Zuo, eat it quickly. This is the most famous plum cake in Jinling. It's delicious." He Yijun looked at him with a smile.

"Okay, just take another bite, no more, the doctor won't let me eat sweets." Zuo Zhong acted as if he obeyed the doctor's orders and took good care of the patient.

It's really inexplicable, after Zuo Zhong woke up yesterday, He Yijun was beside his hospital bed, and then he delivered delicious food, he was really full.

"Hehe, Chief Zuo, this is not my doctor's order."

Just when Zuo Chongqing was lucky that he escaped, a white coat came in from outside the ward and gave him a backstab.

"Doctor Ling, it's inappropriate for you to slander me as a patient. If you have something to do, just go and do it, don't worry about me." Zuo Zhong rolled his eyes and looked at his attending doctor, Ling Sanping.

This person is taller than him, handsomer than him, and educated than him, what else is there? Why do the nurses in the hospital surround him? Zuo Zhong just can't understand this kind of person.

"Okay, you just exhausted your energy and you have no other problems. You can be discharged from the hospital." After checking, Ling Sanping exposed Zuo Zhong's attempt to skip work and be lazy.

Zuo Zhong ignored him, and turned to look at Wu Chunyang who was on the bed next to him. He was wrapped like a rice dumpling. This guy was almost forgotten by the secret service at the scene. What a pity.

"Is my subordinate okay? He fought eight hundred rounds with the gunman who murdered the witness. We must save him." Zuo Zhong asked Ling Sanping seriously.

Ling Sanping pushed his glasses: "He was shot in the leg and caused a lot of blood loss, and his body was trampled in many places. He will wake up in two days. The most dangerous thing about him is that the wound is tied too tightly. amputated."

Hearing Ling Sanping's accusation, Zuo Zhong didn't feel guilty at all: "Doctor Ling, it was an exchange of fire. It would be nice if I could help him treat the wound, and it's not in the hospital."

"That's right, I was the one who was demanding, sorry." Ling Sanping was stunned for a moment, knowing that he had wronged Zuo Zhong, and apologized generously.

Zuo Chong chuckled: "You're not bad, just admit your mistakes, I like it."

He Yijun's expression changed when he heard the words, and then he continued to feed Zuo Zhong as if nothing had happened, thinking whether he should talk to the chief of Brother Zuo and change the doctor.

Ling Sanping wanted to ask Zuo Zhong something, but today is a good opportunity, he hesitated for a while, and said: "Miss He, I have something to ask Chief Zuo, can you please go out first."

He Yijun's hands were in the air, and his eyes were fixed on Ling Sanping. Ling Sanping was shocked when he saw it, and he felt like he was splashed with cold water.

But He Yijun quickly smiled: "Of course, Dr. Ling, please go ahead, I just washed some fruit for Brother Zuo." After speaking, he picked up the fruit plate and knife by the bed and went out.

Zuo Zhong and Ling Sanping looked at He Yijun who walked out, and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, then they looked at each other awkwardly, Zuo Zhong spoke first.

"Doctor Ling, just ask if you have anything."

"Mr. Zuo, how did you feel when you killed someone?"

Zuo Zhong didn't expect Ling Sanping to ask such a question, yes, what does it feel like to kill people, he suddenly realized that he had killed several gunmen, lived in modern times for so many years, and he killed people not long after returning to this era.

Zuo Zhong also thought before that it was impossible for him not to kill people in a department like the Secret Service. At that time, he wondered if he would be disgusting, painful, or even suffer from PTSD or something.

It really happened, Zuo Zhong said that he was very happy, and he could even eat two more plum cakes. Thinking about it carefully, could it be that someone in Zuo actually has the latent gene of a murderer?
After thinking for a while, Zuo Zhong said: "Doctor Ling, I killed people because of my duty. Ms. He is a key witness in an important case. I have no shame in killing them for the sake of the country."

Speaking of this, Zuo Zhong was very curious: "But why are you asking these questions?"

After hearing Zuo Zhong's words, Ling Sanping fell into thinking. After a long time, he let out a sigh of relief: "You're right, it's just a duty."

There's something going on here, Zuo Zhong regained his energy: "Tell me, why do you ask this question, did you kill someone too?"

Ling Sanping was a little depressed: "I have studied medicine for a long time, but practiced medicine for a short time. Last year, many wounded soldiers were sent from Shanghai. They are all heroes. I really want to save them, but..."

Oh, it turned out to be like this, this could be regarded as PTSD, because he fell into self-blame for not being able to save the patient, hey, Zuo Zhong felt that this was the real doctor.

Ling Sanping seemed to look away: "After listening to your words, I feel much better. It is my duty to save them. I can't save them because of my poor medical skills."

This is going from one corner to another. These intellectuals just like to think wildly, and those heartless, no matter how many people they have killed, they have not seen any psychological problems.

Um?Zuo Zhong was stunned, but he didn't find anything wrong, so he tried to persuade Ling Sanping.

"What's the matter, I'll teach you a trick to keep you from having this kind of psychological barrier in the future."

"Psychological barrier? It's a very appropriate word, sir Zuo, please say it."

"In the future, if you put to death a good person, then kill a bad person. If you don't, that's fine."

".Goodbye, Chief Zuo."

Ling Sanping left directly, what a bad idea, he is a doctor and not a murderer, fortunately Zuo Zhong is not a doctor, otherwise according to his thinking, how many people would be enough to kill.

Seeing that he was angry, Zuo Zhong laughed loudly: "I'm just kidding, in fact, as long as you save one person, you win."

After speaking, Zuo Zhong's expression became serious. This was his true thought, and doing his job well was the right thing to do.

Ling Sanping thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Yes, if you save one person, you win. Thank you, Commander Zuo. You don't look like a soldier at all, but like a philosopher."

Philosopher, Zuo Zhong hasn't reached that point yet, but after the life-and-death crisis, he has some insights, and the depression in his heart seems to have disappeared.

"I hope I can really help you, you are a good doctor."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

Suddenly He Yijun pushed the door open, and said anxiously: "Doctor Ling, it seems that a patient is calling for you."

"Then I'll take my leave first, and you have a good rest." Ling Sanping left in a hurry.

He Yijun closed the door, sat down, peeled an apple and handed it to Zuo Chong, said calmly, "Brother Zuo, Dr. Ling is a bit strange, you should talk less to him in the future."

Zuo Zhong took the apple, ate it and said nonsense: "It's really weird, you should stay away from him too, the little boy doesn't have a good thing, don't let him fool you again."

"Mmm Good."

He Yijun laughed all of a sudden, under the sun, Zuo Zhong was a little dizzy seeing this smile, He Yijun blushed when Zuo Zhong looked at him, and turned around shyly.

"Cough, Ms. He, if you love to laugh, you can laugh more, I just look, look." Staring at other girls and being caught, Zuo Zhong will lose face after all.

He Yijun whispered: "You can call me Yijun, you don't need to be so polite."

Old Zuo Zhong blushed: "Hey, okay, I'll call you Yijun from now on."

For a while, there was a different atmosphere in the ward. Zuo Zhong and He Yijun didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere fell into embarrassment.

"Is there any water? I'm so thirsty."

At this moment Wu Chunyang woke up, he opened his eyes with difficulty, felt his throat burning, and shouted softly.

"Chunyang, you're awake, you don't know how anxious I am, come, eat an apple." Zuo Zhong happily handed over an apple.

Wu Chunyang cried: "Section Chief, can you stop making trouble, do you think I still eat with my hands?"

As he spoke, his lips were split and, again, bleeding.

He Yijun quickly poured him a glass of water and fed him to drink, Zuo Zhong muttered there: "You are the only one who has too many things to do."

(End of this chapter)