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Sitting on the bus, Shen Qingyou's mind played like a movie, constantly replaying memories of her father. Looking out at the empty sky at a forty-five-degree angle, tears flowed like a flood that could not be contained.
"Qing Shao, the bus in front isn't letting us pass. Should we overtake it?" A young officer in the driver's seat of the Military Green Jeep glanced at the silent man in the back seat through the rearview mirror and tentatively asked.
"And you?" The retort caused the temperature in the vehicle to drop several degrees. The tone carried an innate dominance unique to a ruler, making one curious about what kind of face lay beneath the military cap.
The officer's hand on the steering wheel trembled slightly before he decisively pressed down on the accelerator, overtaking the obstructive bus ahead.
"Ha! Military vehicle, big deal," the bus driver scoffed after glancing at the Jeep's license plate. It was just an ordinary plate, nothing special. How dare it try to cut him off? He had been driving this route for many years. City bus drivers, like their vehicles, often relied on their size to bully others on the road. Having gotten used to this behavior, he couldn't tolerate it now.
The bus driver clashed with the Jeep, tailgating closely. Fortunately, there were not many passengers inside—just a few dozing off and listening to music—while Shen Qingyou had already drifted into her own world.
"Are you new here?"
At a traffic light, Qing Cang suddenly lifted his head from where he had been pretending to nap. Beneath his military cap was a stern yet handsome face. His eagle-like gaze shot straight at the young officer, making him feel as if he were sitting on pins and needles. The eyes reflected in the rearview mirror were sharp and steady, reminiscent of a hawk soaring through the sky, now shimmering with a deep light that enveloped the young officer in an almost suffocating aura.
"The light is green; are you not going?"
A hint of displeasure laced Qing Cang's low and clear voice as he impatiently glanced outside. What caught his eye made him catch his breath: a woman sitting by the window in a light purple trench coat. Her long black hair flowed smoothly like black satin over her shoulders, thick and dark enough to obscure half her profile. A breeze slipped through the window cracks, brushing against her face and lifting her hair. A tear-streaked face appeared in his view—what kind of face was it? Flawless and delicate yet exuding an air of elegance mixed with stubbornness. It felt like an orchid blooming in the mountains. Her tear-filled eyes inexplicably quickened his heartbeat; they sparkled with a captivating light but were pale and lost at that moment. She was beautiful, but what held Qing Cang's gaze longer than her appearance was the profound sadness mingled between her finely arched brows, sparking his curiosity about what she had endured to feel such sorrow.
As it was past rush hour, city traffic flowed much more smoothly. The bus and Jeep engaged in a chase on the wide road while Shen Qingyou remained oblivious to the sharp gaze fixed upon her without faltering for even a moment.
"Hey, sis, we've reached the final stop. Aren't you getting off?"
The driver impatiently honked the horn, and Shen Qingyou finally snapped back to reality. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she apologized to the bus driver while quickly jumping off the bus. The Jeep whizzed past her, and Shen Qingyou, not paying attention, brushed her disheveled long hair back, took a deep breath, and started sprinting towards the hospital entrance.
"Qing Shao, there's a woman chasing our car!"
Is it her? If he wasn't mistaken, their speed should be around 60 miles per hour, yet that woman's figure was getting closer and closer. Unexpectedly, beneath her delicate appearance, she had such stamina. Qing Cang's lips curled into a meaningful smile, further piquing his curiosity about this woman. "Slow down," he said; he wanted to see what this woman was really after.
The speed gradually decreased to 20 miles per hour, and a light purple figure outside drew a purple streak before overtaking the Jeep. Qing Cang's smile widened even more; it seemed this woman was heading to the hospital and wasn't actually chasing them at all.
At the entrance of the Military District Hospital, Director Zhang led the hospital's leaders in anticipation. Today, the grandson of the Military District Commander and son of the current Military District Commander, who was also a General in a certain military region, was coming to the hospital for a check-up. This was an extremely important and significant event for the hospital. If they treated this Qing Young Master well, wouldn't the funds for purchasing new medical equipment they had applied for come through quickly?
Thinking of this, Director Zhang quickly rallied everyone: "Get your act together; don't let Qing Shao see you looking like you lack military spirit..."
"They're coming, they're coming..."
A figure slowly approached, and someone among the crowd called out. A smile spread across Director Zhang's weathered face. Wait a minute—why did Qing Shao turn out to be a woman? As Director Zhang recognized the person approaching, his smile instantly vanished. He pointed at an assistant beside him and said, "You! Hurry up and pull that woman away; is she supposed to walk on that red carpet?"
Two young male doctors in white coats hurried forward: "Excuse me, miss..."
"Hey, what are you doing?"
The two doctors who initially intended to pull Shen Qingyou aside were taken aback when they saw the approaching Jeep behind her. They quickly moved Shen Qingyou aside as she stood there confused. "Hey, what are you doing?"
With her mind solely focused on her father, Shen Qingyou felt an inexplicable anger rise within her as she was unexpectedly detained by the two doctors. The Jeep slowly drove up to the hospital entrance, and Director Zhang quickly opened the car door: "Qing Shao, you've arrived!" His humble demeanor was evident.
"General!"
The young officer, full of energy, stepped out of the vehicle, his brand new green uniform standing out among a group of white coats. He walked briskly to the back seat of the car and respectfully called out to Qing Cang, "Report, General, we have arrived at the hospital!"
Silence fell; there was not a sound from inside the car. Just as everyone was puzzled, Qing Cang slowly emerged from the back seat.
"Wow, so handsome!"
A young nurse gasped in admiration. The sight of Qing Cang stirred ripples in the hearts of the young women around her. Standing at over six feet tall, he was a striking figure among the crowd. With a face more handsome than any ancient hero, thick eyebrows, and deep ocean-like eyes, he was truly a masterpiece of creation. As Qing Cang descended from the car, he lifted his noble head and turned his gaze towards Shen Qingyou, who was being supported by two male doctors. After a brief pause, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Director Zhang of the hospital. His voice was deep and powerful yet carried a rich tone as he said, "Director Zhang, isn't this just a simple routine check?"
"I know, I know..." Director Zhang nervously rubbed his hands together. The presence of Qing Shao was indeed overwhelming; even as the director of a Military District Hospital, he felt like a student under such pressure. Truly impressive! "Stand down, stand down! Qing Shao, please, please!"
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