Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

"Mr. Chen, I may need you to help me reset the bone. It's dislocated. Ah... It hurts so much."

My right arm is in so much pain that I am almost numb. It will definitely hurt more if I reattach it. Feng Qingyu is not the type who is afraid of pain. At most, he can just grit his teeth and bear it.

"The glass is stuck in your shoulder. How can it not hurt?"

Chen took a deep breath, feeling both distressed and angry.

"Please protect yourself if you encounter danger. Don't forget, you are weaker than me, and I should be the one protecting you."

Now Chen didn't dare to pull out the glass shards casually, fearing that blood would spurt out. The medic was nearby and needed to be called immediately.

"This is Chen, calling the medic, someone is injured, hurry up! The location is L1!"

Her voice was filled with anxiety, and her frown had just relaxed but now immediately returned to normal.

In fact, being pricked by a piece of glass is not that serious, it just hurts.

"Mr. Chen, don't be nervous, it's just a small problem. I, your sister Qinglong, have seen all kinds of big scenes. Would you be afraid of such a small injury?"

Feng Qingyu pretended to be calm and not in any pain at all, but in fact he was in so much pain that his face turned pale and he was sweating coldly.

"Stop being so cool, sit still and wait for the medic to come. Ask your pet to take us to the flat ground next to you. Don't take risks next time, or I'll lose a star on your helm."

Chen restrained his urge to preach and did not dare to reach out to touch Feng Qingyu's wound.

Those pieces of broken glass are painful to look at. I don't know if any of them are embedded in the flesh. If so, I'll have to undergo surgery.

She was extremely worried over here, but the person involved was still smiling.

Chen couldn't help it and knocked Feng Qingyu on the head with the back of his hand.

"Laugh, laugh, laugh, you still have the nerve to laugh! Next time a piece of glass is stuck in your tail, let's see if you will laugh or not."

"Mr. Chen, you are so vicious. How will this benefit you?"

"Don't worry, you'll always be on the bottom when you do it with me, so there's no need for your tail."

Xingxiong stood at the edge of the hole that was blown up on the third floor, looked at the two people flirting on the first floor, and sighed.

"Old Chen, stop flirting with the two of you. The medics are ready. Let's get down to business first. I'll be down soon. Wait for me here."

mon3tr placed the two people in the open space nearby and helped clean up some large pieces of rubble, saving a lot of time for the Guards to arrive.

This mon3tr looks very similar to Kal'tsit, but it is not Kal'tsit's. Instead, it is the product of her copying Kal'tsit's Originium skills.

When the medical soldier from the Guard Bureau arrived, he immediately began to treat Feng Qingyu's wounds. His clothes were torn from the shoulders to the waist. This area was the most seriously injured, and the clothes were covered in blood when they were torn open.

"Sir Chen, do you want an injection of painkillers?" The medical soldier asked Chen for instructions before starting the formal treatment.

Painkillers contain anesthetic ingredients, which will cause users to feel drowsy and weak, and lose the ability to move for a period of time.

If there is a particularly important mission to be performed, the wounded of the Guard Bureau generally choose not to use it, endure the severe pain, keep a clear mind, and ensure that the mission can be completed smoothly.

Feng Qingyu also knew the effectiveness of painkillers and had used them before.

"No, I can bear it."

The medic glanced at her and said, "Are you sure? Not even the soldiers in the Guards Bureau can handle it. Most of them require a small amount of use. Even if they cry out of pain, it's understandable. Are you not using it just to look cool in front of Sir Chen?"

She has seen many people like this, who try to gain attention through such small details, but end up fainting from the pain, making a bigger joke.

"Sister, what you said is not true. I have no interest in showing off. It's just that I have more important things to do later. I basically can't stay awake today after taking the painkillers. We all have goals to achieve. Although we do different things, the end result is to take back the Guard Bureau."

The medic had looked down on her, but his impression of her improved after hearing this. Since she was a practical person, it was fine.

"Then bear with it. I may have to use a knife to dig out the glass fragments in your flesh. It will be very painful. If you really can't bear it, you can ask for help. I have enough painkillers here."

The medic is a little older, already over thirty years old. To her, Feng Qingyu is just a young man who likes to show off, but there is no good in showing off.

"It's okay, let's get started."

Feng Qingyu gave the medic a thumbs up to show his self-recognition.

Chen hesitated for a few seconds, then walked over and hugged Feng Qingyu.

"I'm lending you my shoulder and embrace for now. Don't get me wrong. I'm worried that you might cry later. Don't think too much about it. I just want to thank you for blocking the broken stones and glass for me just now."

In front of other subordinates, the famous Sir Chen continued to maintain his majestic yet graceful image, in simple terms, he was arrogant.

After all, the medic is an experienced person and can understand the ambiguous atmosphere between Sir Chen and the Rhodes Island operator.

"Sir Chen, I'll start then."

Her scalpel cut open Feng Qingyu's shoulder. At the same time, Feng Qingyu's hands grasped the clothes on Chen's back.

Performing surgery while awake is more difficult than ever.

Eighty-nine Hunger Hours

The operation had just begun when Feng Qingyu felt that he was about to die.

She had been injured in fights with other gangs before, and was shot in the abdomen. Members of the rival gang chased her everywhere and sent people to block her at major hospitals and clinics in Longmen.

Wherever there is treatment, there are minions of the enemy.

When Feng Qingyu thought he was going to die, he saw a veterinary clinic in the alley that was still open, so he asked Baihu to help him go in.

"Shut up! Stop shouting! Pull down the shutter, quickly!"

White Tiger pointed a gun at two vets in the veterinary clinic.

Both veterinarians were young girls. One of them was a trainer who had just come in for an internship. She had never seen such a big scene and immediately burst into tears.

"Wuwuwu... Sister, let's talk it over. I'll give you all the money I have... Don't kill me. I haven't even had a girlfriend yet. I don't want to die so early... I've never even had a girlfriend."

The new female veterinarian's words made the female veterinarian next to her start crying.

"Please be kind, little sister. I have a pair of daughters at home. They are just in elementary school. My wife owed 3.5 million last month and ran away with my sister-in-law. I have elderly parents and young children to take care of. Life is very difficult. The family depends on me alone. Please don't kill me. I am willing to do anything..."

What the first person said was somewhat credible, but what the second person said seemed like a deliberately made-up story to fool people.

Feng Qingyu and Baihu didn't want to embarrass them at the time, but if they didn't force them with guns, they might not give in, and they even thought about calling the Guard Bureau to report the incident.

Baihu is very good at threatening people. She can be kind and gentle at ordinary times, but she is a completely different person when she becomes fierce.

"Hand over your phones, both of you! Hurry up! Don't dawdle. If you don't want anything to happen, just do it!"

The veterinarians handed over their cell phones tremblingly, and Baihu personally helped them send messages to their families to report their safety, then turned off the phones and unplugged the telephone lines.

After getting all the connections with the outside world, the two veterinarians had their tasks cut out. They had to remove the bullet from Feng Qingyu and suture the wound.

The veterinarians were so panicked that they didn't know what dose of anesthetic should be used for humans, so they forgot to give Feng Qingyu anesthesia.

The whole process was extremely painful, and Feng Qingyu finally couldn't stand the pain anymore and passed out.

That valuable experience should have provided me with some resistance now, but why was it still so painful now?

"Hey, Feng Qingyu, are you okay? If you want to cry, just cry. No one will laugh at you. Don't hold on. Crying is not something to be ashamed of."

The clothes on Chen's back were held very tightly, and she thought that the fabric would be torn in the next second.

In fact, Feng Qingyu was a person who was very afraid of pain. Every time he got an injection, he would stare at the doctor inserting the needle, for fear that if he didn't stare, the doctor would insert the needle into his throat.

She didn't look like someone who was afraid of pain, but in fact she was scared to death.

"Sir Chen... don't talk nonsense... there's... what's there to be afraid of... I'm not afraid. Guan... Guan Erge was having his bones scraped and poison treated... and he was able to chat and laugh with others freely... what I did is nothing... hahahaha..."

Although Feng Qingyu was very scared in his heart, he appeared to be stronger than anyone else and repeatedly told himself that it was okay, just a minor injury.

She is not a hero, but a warrior, just like everyone here. How can a warrior be afraid of blood and pain?

"Stop talking and save some strength. I promise you that after the Guards Bureau takes it back, I will ask your Doctor Kal'tsit and Amiya to give you a long vacation. Xingxiong, Char Siu Cat and I will take turns treating you to dinner, but you have to promise me to be more careful next time and not get hurt so often."

Chen tried her best to soften her tone, but it still sounded harsh. If you didn't know better, you would think she was being sarcastic or sarcastic.

Almost no one in the Guards Bureau enjoys the care from the head of the Special Inspection Team, and Inspector Xingxiong is one of the few people.

The medic was also interested in this gangster-looking girl and wanted to know why she was favored by Sir Chen.

Although she thought about it, no one could answer her now, and she didn't dare to ask.

"Well, Mr. Chen... I want to try the Columbia 10-layer burger... Is there any chance? Also, I want to eat the Ursus Christmas roast goose... foie gras, Dongguo steak, preferably T-bone steak, and also, I want to eat... that... Leitania's poutine... and bacon."

Feng Qingyu listed a bunch of delicious food at once, and the soldiers from the Guard Bureau nearby were all drooling over it.

"Stop."

Xingxiong finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"A Feng, I know you are very hungry and you like food from all over the world, but please consider everyone here, because no one has had a full lunch, and maybe even breakfast. If you keep talking like this, it will make people hungry to death."

Her stomach was also empty now. At noon, the chef of the Rhodes Island cafeteria was temporarily replaced, and the operator named Vulcan left for something. It was said that he was going to repair the equipment for the operators.

The chef's name is Furong. She has provided hellish cooking skills for the operators of the Guards and Rhodes Island, resulting in no one having enough to eat. Now, their stomachs growl with hunger when they hear about delicious food.

"Didn't you guys eat all of the Fire God's food?"

Feng Qingyu was very confused. The Fire God would not let anyone go home hungry on the day she cooked, so everyone would eat as much as possible until their stomachs were filled to the brim.

"Don't mention it. The girl who cooked today is a medical operator named Furong. Oh my god, can what she cooked be called a dish?"

Chen still remembers that the food for lunch was like the food used to feed vegetarian animals, stir-fried vegetables and radishes, with little oil and salt, not even soy sauce, and no ingredients to enhance flavor. The soup was a light cabbage soup that tasted almost as bland as boiled water, with a tiny bit of pitiful oil floating on the surface.

Another dish was steamed tofu, which was also very light in taste. The members of the Guard Bureau said that the food in the school cafeteria was much better than this, and the same was true for the Guard Bureau cafeteria.

There was no meat at all in the whole meal, not even a bone.

"Sorry... It was supposed to be Vulcan's turn today, but who knew... she would actually have to repair equipment for others. There's nothing we can do about it..."

Feng Qingyu blindly guessed that the person who needed to repair the equipment was Huang, because every time she went into battle, her equipment and clothes would be torn into tatters.

"So don't talk about those delicious foods. I'm already starving."

Chen resisted the urge to eat a big meal, she knew now was not the time to think about these things. Xingxiong handed her a bag of emergency food and took one for himself.

The emergency food is the compressed biscuits that the Guards carry when they go out on missions. It doesn’t taste very good, but it is very filling.

"Old Chen, eat something first to replenish your energy."

What Chen disliked most was compressed biscuits. She originally wanted to refuse, but she was too hungry and couldn't refuse.

"Thank you. After I finish this, I must eat all over Longmen."

Ninety Reasonable YY

"Mr. Chen...do you have any cigarettes? I suddenly want one. I heard that this stuff has the effect of paralyzing the nerves...unfortunately I don't have it with me."

Feng Qingyu knew that Kal'tsit had taken away the cigarettes and lighter when she fell asleep.

No need to guess?

She thought Kal'tsit didn't like her smoking and wanted to "help" her correct her bad lifestyle, but she never thought that the woman would actually...

What happened today was a little beyond her imagination and acceptance. She could only go to Kal'tsit after it was over and ask her what she had to say.

Feng Qingyu was very conflicted, hoping it was a skill bug, but also hoping it wasn't. This way, she and Kal'tsit each had one chance.

Kissing without the other person's permission is indeed a very exciting thing. The softness of Kal'tsit's lips is unquestionable. Once is not enough, she wants more.

Is she really a woman over 200 years old? Her delicate skin and elastic lips make her look like a 20-year-old girl.

When her mind started to imagine Kal'tsit, the pain in her body was distracted, and she didn't say a word when the medic helped her remove the glass embedded in her flesh.

It's not that it doesn't hurt, it's just that I happened to imagine the color of Kal'tsit's panties.

There is an old photo of Kal'tsit taken in Sargon 17 years ago, taken with the six-star operator Strange. If you look closely, the color of her panties was deep black at that time. Even if the angle is not very obvious, you can still vaguely see the small black triangle.

Thirteen years ago, when Kal'tsit wore a maid outfit, her breasts were definitely padded, and this is an indisputable fact.

Feng Qingyu took a bath with Kal'tsit and found that Kal'tsit's breasts were not as majestic as when she was wearing a maid outfit. There must be something padding inside.

As for now, Kal'tsit doesn't even wear panties anymore.

Last time at Victoria's party, Kal'tsit was hollow underneath her dress. After taking off the dress, her seductive body was revealed with no other covering.

I didn't expect that Kal'tsit is becoming more and more shy. She used to dress so conservatively, but she becomes more unrestrained as she gets older.

"Hey, what are you thinking about? You have a lewd smile on your face, which is a bit disgusting. You were laughing when I took the glass just now. You must be thinking about something obscene, right?"

Chen borrowed cigarettes and a lighter from a smoking subordinate and found that Feng Qingyu's mind had jumped from cigarettes to other things.

From this familiar expression, it was clear that she was fantasizing about something indescribable again.

"Ahem, no...no, Sir Chen, please don't talk nonsense."