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"He didn't betray you. That's not betrayal. He was just loyal to the code of a professional soldier!" A pale and gaunt face appeared at the open cabin door. This face was not directed at me but nodded toward Liu Squad Leader. "You are not wrong, unlike some people who betray their own conscience."
This was a very harsh statement, cutting into my heart like a knife. I recognized this voice; he had once been the highest leader of Lop Nur Archaeological Activity, known in military terms as Operation Seven's One Commander.
His impression of me was as bad as mine of him. Perhaps he harbored deep hostility towards me; I had once shot at Zhao Squad Leader, and he had held onto that incident for a long time. I didn't know who had intervened to ensure I passed the review without facing court or military tribunal, but it certainly wasn't this man. At that time, he wanted me dead.
Finally, his gaze turned toward me, and our eyes clashed in the air, sparking like a tangible collision. Of course, it wasn't a spark of affection but a cold fire that could freeze the space around us. I even felt the air around us solidify.
"Zhang, get on the plane. We need to hurry to save people; there's no time to waste here," Cao Mingzhe urged me diplomatically.
The clash of gazes did not cease with Cao Mingzhe's words.
"If getting on the plane means compromise, that I will once again serve you and join the military-led Lop Nur expedition, then I refuse." My words fell like cold stones into the already frigid atmosphere.
"My plan never included you. Unfortunately, another partner needs you and this American to join the Lop Nur expedition. If you refuse, I will gladly accept that. Of course, you can also refuse to board this helicopter; I have no objections to that either," One Commander pointed at Cao Mingzhe carrying Fatty on his back.
As long as it didn't mean returning under his command, I certainly wouldn't reject leaving here by helicopter. I was confident I could manage to leave this forest alone, but Jack and Fatty couldn't. For their sake, I needed to hurry and leave this place; I wanted to stay by their side and watch them recover.
This wish of mine was not fully realized. I stayed with Fatty, watching him wake from his coma. I saw him take his first bite of food and step down from the hospital bed for the first time. However, I did not see Jack; he did not come down from the plane. After Fatty and I disembarked at a hospital helipad, the helicopter took off again with everyone else aboard, as if Fatty and I were truly outside their plans.
Fatty recovered quickly. The first person he asked about when he opened his eyes was, unsurprisingly, Xiao Ting. I hesitated for a moment before telling him that I had let Tang Yumo go to rescue Xiao Ting and bring her to meet us.
I was worried that Fatty would explode over this, as he was currently more concerned about Xiao Ting, and had every reason to be. However, Fatty smiled generously. "As long as they know I'm alive and out, they wouldn't dare to make things difficult for Xiao Ting."
Yet, his next words revealed his inner feelings. "Where are you all meeting?"
Concern can lead to chaos.
"We haven't set a specific location. Xiao Ting at least knows where our shop is. After she leaves the Underground Cavern and the Hakka People's Village, she should come to the shop to meet us. Don't worry about that for now; focus on healing your injuries first."
Fatty nodded, pretending to be calm, but his hands were fidgeting on his body. He was probably looking for his phone.
This time, we lost everything except our lives in the Underground Cavern. Of course, it wasn't all lost at once; two adventures in the Underground Cavern had cost us everything. The few weapons we managed to bring out were confiscated by the military. Thankfully, we had the American Guy as a shield; otherwise, just the possession of firearms alone would have given that hateful One Commander an excuse to eliminate me.
After searching around for a while, Fatty finally looked toward the Flower Board with disappointment. "It should be fine; I can wait."
Both Fatty and I were left with nothing but the clothes on our backs, and they barely covered us. The hospital fees were covered by a check left by the Hong Konger. He handed it directly to the hospital without letting me see it or use it for anything else.
Aside from staying in the hospital, I couldn't go anywhere—not even enough money to make a call from a payphone, despite them being everywhere at that time.
A turning point came on the third day after Fatty woke up. If we counted his unconsciousness, it was actually the sixth day since he had been in the hospital.
Although we didn't have cash, the check left by the Hong Konger seemed substantial enough for the Hospital Administration to provide us with a VIP Room. It had two bedrooms, a living room, double bathrooms, and a large balcony with a view of the street.
My turning point came when a new patient was admitted to our ward—a young man who was arrogant to an extreme.
Normally, such VIP Rooms are not meant to be shared; those who stay here are either extremely wealthy or of high status, which includes us as pseudo-rich individuals.
There are only three VIP Rooms in this hospital, and the other two are occupied by female patients, making it impossible for this young master to share with them. The Hospital Administration had placed this rich second-generation heir with us. They had us by the throat—lacking funds.
The Hospital Administration used the lure of a half-refund on the room fee to force this young man into my room. Cash at this moment was more precious than family.
I tidied up my room a bit and wheeled in the young patient's stretcher. Upon seeing him, I realized he was indeed not someone easy to deal with; no wonder the Hospital Administration went to such lengths to arrange a good room for him.
This young man was lean, with a sallow complexion and a face that made anyone want to give him a good beating. His large eyes bulged out, his flat nose was particularly prominent, and his mouth seemed to stretch wide like it could split open. His lips looked like two sausages.
However, he appeared to come from a wealthy background, as two burly men in their thirties hovered around him like servants, treating me with disdain as if I were a beggar. It wasn't just me they looked down upon; even the deputy director of the hospital accompanying them spoke in that condescending tone.
But once he realized I wasn't hospital staff but rather his ward mate, the insufferable young man's attitude changed immediately. He arrogantly told his subordinates, "This is my ward mate, not one of those hospital brats. Be polite."
Hearing that made me feel favorably towards him, while the deputy director's face turned as dark as a pot bottom.
"I'm Ouyang Jian. How should I address you?"
“Zhang Jianqiang.”
“Nice to meet you. I hope you don’t mind me taking your spot.”
I replied, “It gets pretty noisy here at night, so I hope you can bear with it.”
“Sure,” I smiled.
However, I regretted it that night. The noise was unbearable. It seemed like there were two girls in his room, making a ruckus all night long. Fatty was the type who could sleep through anything, but I was not so lucky; I listened to Huangmei Opera for an entire night. While they were sore and tired, I was left with a throbbing headache.
(To Be Continued...)
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