Cicada Moving

Chapter 21 Daily life

“Virgin, I’m okay with my humble duty. The witness He Yijun is safe and sound. Please rest assured.” Zuo Zhong struggled to salute, and then fainted gracefully.

He was not pretending. It was the first time in his life that he had experienced a fierce gun battle. His nerves were always tense. Even with the energy potion, he couldn't withstand it.

"Hurry, send him to the Central Hospital quickly, use my car." Dai Chunfeng ordered loudly before he could express his gratitude to Zuo Zhong for his dedication to his duties.

There was another rush, a dozen strong agents lifted Zuo Zhong high, stepped on Wu Chunyang's "corpse", put Zuo Zhong into the car at the door, and then drove towards the hospital in a hurry.

The people outside looked at each other, wondering what kind of big shot this was. He actually sent him off in Dai Chunfeng's car. Could it be that he was a relative of the emperor? Alas, it was such an eventful time.

At this time, the Secret Service had time to inspect the scene. The firefight was fierce and the number of corpses was staggering. There were six corpses at the door alone, and there were five corpses in the aisle behind the door, including a pistol.

The house was covered with bullet holes, the door was beaten into a sieve, and the corner of the wall around Zuo Zhong was pockmarked. You can imagine how thrilling and critical the situation was at that time.

Looking at the fit police uniform on the gunman and thinking about the cook who was killed and committed suicide, Dai Chunfeng's face was full of gloom. He knew why Zuo Zhong didn't let people from the Jinling Police Department come in. This was a major sign of collusion between internal and external parties and the attack on witnesses. case.

"Come here, transport all the corpses and firearms back, and don't allow anyone to approach. Also, guard this place, and no one is allowed to enter." Dai Chunfeng made a decision immediately. He must report this matter to Zuo Zhong and other people from the Secret Service. An explanation.

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

Dai Chunfeng thought of his wife's previous instructions and said kindly: "Ms. He was frightened today, so I'll send someone to take you there. It happens that the hospital is safe too."

 “Thank you sir.” He Yijun was overjoyed.

 Sent people to see He Yijun off, and Dai Chunfeng left first. Only a few 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 special care unit of Jinling Central Hospital, Zuo Zhong opened his mouth seriously, straightened his waist, and then a piece of dessert was put into his mouth.

“Brother Zuo, eat it quickly. This is Jinling’s most famous plum blossom cake. It’s delicious.” He Yijun looked at him with a smile.

“Okay, just take one more bite, no more, the doctor won’t let me eat anything sweet.” Zuo Zhong looked like he was a good patient following the doctor’s orders.

It's really baffling. After Zuo Zhong woke up yesterday, He Yijun was beside his hospital bed, and then he was served delicious food one after another. He was really full.

 “Haha, Sir Zuo, this is not my doctor’s order.”

Just when Zuo Zhong was thankful that he had escaped, a man in a white coat walked in from outside the ward and stabbed him in the back.

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

In addition to being taller, more handsome, and more educated than him, what else could this man do? Why were all the nurses in the hospital surrounding him? Zuo Zhong just couldn't stand this kind of person.

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

Zuo Zhong ignored him and turned to look at Wu Chunyang on the bed next to him. He was wrapped like a rice dumpling. This guy was almost forgotten at the scene by the people from the Secret Service. It was really miserable.

“Is my subordinate okay? He fought the gunman who murdered the witness for eight hundred rounds. We must save him.” Zuo Zhong asked Ling Sanping sternly.

Ling Sanping pushed up his glasses: "He was shot in the leg and suffered excessive blood loss. He was trampled on in many parts of his body. He will wake up in the next two days. The most dangerous thing about him is that the wound was tied too tightly. If he is sent to him later, he will be injured." Amputated."

Hearing Ling Sanping’s accusation, Zuo Zhong didn’t feel guilty at all: “Dr. Ling, that was a firefight. It would be nice if I could help him take care of his wounds. We’re not in a hospital.”

"That's right, I was too harsh. I'm sorry." Ling Sanping was stunned for a moment, knowing that he had wrongly blamed Zuo Zhong, and apologized profusely.

Zuo Zhong chuckled: "You're not a bad person. You admit your mistakes when you make them. I like it."

He Yijun's expression changed when he heard this, and then he continued to feed Zuo Zhong as if nothing had happened. He thought to himself whether he should talk to Zuo Zhong's superior and find another doctor.

Ling Sanping wanted to ask Zuo Zhong something, and today was a good opportunity. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Miss He, I have something to ask Zuo Zhong. Can you please go out first?"

He Yijun's hand paused in mid-air and his eyes were fixed on Ling Sanping. Ling Sanping was so excited that he felt like he had been splashed with cold water.

But He Yijun quickly smiled: "Of course, Dr. Ling, if you please, I just happened to wash some fruit for Brother Zuo." After saying that, he picked up the fruit plate and knife on the bedside and walked 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, and Zuo Zhong spoke first.

“Doctor Ling, just ask if you have anything.”

“Sir Zuo, how do you feel when you kill someone?”

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

Zuo Zhong had also thought before that in a department like the Secret Service, it was impossible not to kill people. At that time, he also imagined that he would be sick, in pain, or even suffer from PTSD or something.

It really happened. Zuo Zhong said that he was very happy and could even eat two more plum blossom cakes. Thinking about it carefully, could it be that Zuo Zhong actually has the latent gene of a murderer?

After thinking for a while, Zuo Zhong said: "Doctor Ling, I kill people because of my duty. Miss He is a key witness in an important case. I have a clear conscience when I kill them for the sake of the country and the nation." Zuo Zhong was very curious when it came to this. : "But why are you asking these questions?"

After listening to what Zuo Zhong said, 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 is something going on here. Zuo Zhong became more energetic: "Tell me, why do you ask this question? Did you also kill someone?"

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

Oh, that’s it, this can be considered PTSD. Because he couldn’t save the patient, he fell into self-blame. Hey, Zuo Zhong felt that this was a 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 love to think wildly and are heartless. They have killed many people without any psychological problems.

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

"What's the matter? I'll teach you a trick to ensure that you don't have this kind of mental disorder in the future."

“Psychological disorder? That’s a very appropriate word. Sir Zuo, please say it.”

"From now on, if you want to put a good person to death, then just kill a bad person."

  “.Goodbye, Sir Zuo.”

Ling Sanping left directly. What a stupid idea. He was a doctor, not a murderer. Fortunately, Zuo Zhong was not a doctor. Otherwise, according to his thinking, how many people would be needed to kill him.

Zuo Zhong saw that he was angry and laughed loudly: "I'm kidding you. Actually, as long as you save one person, you will win."

 After saying this, Zuo Zhong's expression became serious. This was his true thought. Doing your job well was the right thing to do.

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

 Philosopher, Zuo Zhong has not reached that point yet, but he has some insights after the life and death crisis, and the previous 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 open the door and said anxiously: "Doctor Ling, it seems a patient is calling you."

"Then I'll take my leave first. 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 Zhong, and said calmly: "Brother Zuo, Dr. Ling is a bit strange. You should talk to him less in the future."

Zuo Zhong took the apple and ate it while talking nonsense: "It's indeed a bit strange. You should stay away from him. There is nothing good about the pretty boy. Don't let him deceive you again."

"Mmm Good."

He Yijun laughed all of a sudden. Under the sunshine, Zuo Zhong was a little dizzy when he saw this smile. He Yijun blushed when Zuo Zhong saw him and turned around shyly.

“Ahem, Miss He, if you like to laugh, just smile more. I just want to take a look.” Zuo Zhong wanted to lose face after all because he was caught staring at the girl.

He Yijun whispered: "Just call me Yijun, no need to be so polite."

Zuo Zhong’s old face turned red: “Hey, okay, I will call you Yijun from now on.”

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

 “Is there any water? I’m so thirsty.”

Wu Chunyang woke up at this moment. He opened his eyes with difficulty, feeling that his throat was burning, and shouted softly.

“Chunyang, are you awake? You don’t know how anxious I am. Come on, eat an apple.” Zuo Chong happily handed over an apple.

Wu Chunyang cried: "Section Chief, please stop making trouble. Do you think I still have something to eat?"

As he spoke, his lips split and began to bleed.

He Yijun quickly poured him a glass of water and fed him to drink it. Zuo Zhong muttered, "You are the only one who has a lot to do."

 (End of this chapter)