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First, the expert team sent by Academy evacuated collectively. Although the team has not been disbanded, it is almost the same. Many Scientist Team Members have made it clear that if the situation is as dangerous as mine, then they will quit this Expedition Team. Academy has made serious representations with the military regarding the authenticity of the information I provided. At this time, my position was very awkward. Academy asked the local government to protect me as a witness, and the military probably wanted me to die. At this time Cao Mingzhe called me. On this matter, he and I had relatively similar views. That is, I don’t want to have contact with either side at the moment, and I don’t want to be a witness for Academy, nor do I want to provide counter-evidence. Since the top management is playing the game, it’s impossible to hide that information. I, the initiator, is no longer important. I am afraid that the top leaders of the two parties are currently discussing the extent to which information should be disclosed, rather than whether it should be disclosed at all. I did this purely out of selfishness, committing an evil act, and pushing myself to the forefront. I couldn't hide, I could only passively wait for the judgment of fate. Perhaps I am too sensitive to touch at the moment. Even when he was furious, One Commander did not get carried away and move me to the military management area, but moved the entire Task Force to a military camp. It used to be a shooting range, and I picked up bullet casings there. I consciously kept silent. Fortunately, Task Force did not ask me to join the team, otherwise I would really run away. I don't want to be tied to a target and become a hornet's nest. But Task Force entered the military camp, which made one of my tasks impossible, and I couldn't get close to Task Force. You can't identify more Left-Handed from it. Hey, for now, life is more important than Left-Handed. Even though Left-Handed will kill me in the future, I can only give up on the selection of Left-Handed in Task Force.
I didn't even dare to leave the shop easily, nor did I want to contact anyone casually. I just kept the cat in the shop. When Boss Song delivered the sand table model to me, he even complimented me on getting fairer. I looked in the mirror and realized that after being cooped up for over a month, including my time accompanying Fatty in Kunming and then recovering for a while after returning, I hadn't spent much time under the sun for two or three months. I guessed that even Judge Bao would have gotten a bit fairer after being sheltered for such a long time.
Just because I wasn't contacting others didn't mean they wouldn't reach out to me. As I was staring at the large boxes of models Boss Song had sent, Fatty's call came through.
"Boss Zhang. What are you busy with? Have you forgotten your brother now that you're enjoying springtime success?"
"Enjoying springtime success? I'm hiding in an ice cave right now. Sigh, my current situation makes it inconvenient to contact anyone. How about you?"
"Stop pretending to be concerned. If you care about me, come see me instead of asking over the phone."
"Alright then. It's been over a month since I've seen you; I've missed you too. Wait for me. I'll be there soon."
After hanging up, I grabbed my car keys and headed out.
'Stop asking over the phone.'
I immediately understood what Fatty meant by that. He had something to tell me.
On the way, I bought a mask. Wearing it, I entered the hospital—not to protect myself from smog, but to avoid being recognized by the doctors and nurses. I certainly didn't want to go through another Water Splashing Festival; in this cold weather, getting splashed with water would quickly freeze me.
In the ward, there was only Fatty; Xiao Ting was nowhere to be seen. The cast on his leg had long been removed, but after lying around for so long, he hadn't gotten any fairer or gained weight. He truly was a strange one.
Seeing that there was no one else in the room, I tossed him a cigarette.
Watching Fatty smoke with a flushed face, I teased him, "Are you craving a cigarette or just missing me?"
Fatty exhaled a puff of smoke. "Both."
"Who allowed you to smoke in the hospital room?!"
I turned around and saw a nurse standing at the door. I recognized her; she was the one who had taken care of me during the Water Splashing Festival. At that moment, she was holding a syringe.
I instinctively shivered, causing the ash from my cigarette to fall. A bad feeling crept over me as I glanced at Fatty, who was looking at the nurse with an innocent expression. The most crucial part was that his hands, exposed outside the blanket, were empty—of course, there was no cigarette in sight.
Like a thief, I extinguished my cigarette on a discarded orange peel and looked at her helplessly, mainly focused on the syringe in her hand. Damn it, I had developed a psychological aversion to this girl.
Thinking I had entered a safe zone, I had already tossed my mask aside; now it was too late to cover my face with anything. The nurse's sharp eyes quickly recognized me.
"You are not welcome here!"
Hearing that made me break into a cold sweat. If I'm not welcome, then why block the door with a syringe?
"Then I'll leave."
As soon as I finished speaking, Fatty suddenly jumped from his bed to the wheelchair beside him, looking at the door and signaling me to push him along.
I realized that Fatty must have something important to say to me; there would be no peace in the hospital room. I grabbed a Coat from the bed and covered Fatty, pushing him as we made our escape.
In the corridor, as we passed by a Sputum Cup, Fatty turned and spat a large mouthful of phlegm into it. I noticed the unusual color of the phlegm and tilted my head to take a closer look. Good grief, half a cigarette butt had stained that spit black.
It made me furious. That Fat Man knew very well that the nurse at the hospital had a bias against me, and it was his fault to begin with. He didn’t even give me a heads-up, just hid away like it was nothing.
Didn’t he realize I had a phobia of that nurse?
“Didn’t burn your tongue?”
“I’m fine.”
“Really fine?”
“Of course.”
“You’re really not making any sense. You should have gotten a big blister from that.”
Fatty finally caught on to what I meant.
“Damn it, don’t blame me; blame your slow reaction. Besides, with all this smoke in the room, either you get shot or I get cut. You come here and then run off; I have to face her. You call that short pain? I’m dealing with long pain. How would you choose?”
I pointed at him for “long pain” and then at my own nose for “short pain.”
Fatty shot me a middle finger but then sighed, “You don’t know that girl; she’s crafty. If she can’t get to me, she runs to Xiao Ting to complain. I can’t let Xiao Ting worry about this.”
Got it. I finally understood. Fatty was a complete slave to his wife; that was how it was going to be for him in this life. Other things could change, but this one wouldn’t.
As I stepped out of the Inpatient Building, the memory of nearly freezing to death lingered in my mind. I pushed Fatty towards a sheltered corridor. Nearby, a heating vent released warm air, enveloping us in a mist of steam.
"What do you want from me? Don't tell me you were thinking about me; it sounds disgusting coming from your mouth."
"Damn, why would I think about you? I heard you got into trouble again. I'm just trying to figure out how to avoid you."
"Yeah, that's more like your true nature. Not very human-like."
"Fine, I'll speak plainly. Da Zhang called me. There's trouble in Laos, and things aren't going smoothly."
(To Be Continued...)
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