An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 179 A tacit understanding
In the dimly lit tunnel, the moment the needle pierced his skin, Xu Penggang felt a strong resistance throughout his body.

Later, the two people walked away, and time passed little by little. Instead of the tormenting pain he had imagined, a heavy drowsiness came over him.

When he opened his eyes again, all he saw were gray and white walls, smooth and flat, without any unnecessary decorations. Xu Peng had wondered if this was hell.
After all, when I was young, I often heard the old people at the village entrance say that if a person does many heinous things in life, he will go to hell after death.

Based on what he's done, Xu Penggang has the self-awareness to know that there's no way he could go to heaven; he could only go to hell.

Then, Lu Feng pushed open the door and walked into the interrogation room. The familiar face was that of his old adversary.

A few years ago, when Lu Feng was not yet the captain, he personally arrested his younger brother Qian Zhihu. A few years later, he also fell into Lu Feng's hands.

It was at this moment that Xu Peng suddenly understood many things and asked bluntly, "Is Jiang Zheng one of your people?"

Lu Feng walked to a dark brown wooden table, pulled out a black tin chair and sat down. Only then did he slowly look up at the man sitting two meters away, his gaze sharp.

He ignored Xu Penggang's question and instead asked directly, "Qian Zhilong, with so many people in the manor, why was Li Yasong chosen as your scapegoat?"

Xu Peng sneered, "Respected Captain Lu, don't you know?"

Xu Peng met Lu Feng's gaze directly and asked, "You know there are so many people in the manor, so why did Jiang Zheng take him away the only one? Don't you really know the reason?"

He continued laughing: "Captain Lu wants to get conclusive evidence from me, right?"

“Then I’ll do a good deed,” Xu Penggang said, leaning forward as the metal handcuffs on his wrists struck the wooden board in front of him with a clanging sound. His eyes were dark and unreadable. “You guessed right, that’s exactly it.”

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng's expression remained unchanged. He simply stared at the man in front of him, trying to discern from his expression why he was being so frank.

Xu Penggang's smile gradually faded, and he commented, "Want to know why I told you so easily?"

Lu Feng raised an eyebrow slightly, neither confirming nor denying.

Xu Peng continued, "That's not all. I can tell you more. What else would you like to know? About Wen Xiao? Or Li Yasong?"

"Respected Captain Lu, is it possible for me to receive lenient treatment by confessing my crimes?"

Xu Peng's expression was meaningful when he said this. As Lu Feng looked at him, he suddenly understood his true intention. A faint smile appeared on his lips, and he said in a calm tone, "Of course."

……

In the mid-1980s, the production level and supply system of medical supplies were not as advanced as in later years. The types, quantities and quality of supplies were limited. There were no extra sterile gowns to provide for patients' families to visit them. Therefore, patients' families were strictly prohibited from entering the intensive care unit to visit their loved ones.

Huo Qingshan had considered using his own money to find a channel to buy a set of antibacterial suits, but in the end he gave up on this absurd idea. Their identities and professions were what they were, and they could not become the pioneers of exceptions and privileges.

As expected, when Xiaoling came to work this morning, she saw that handsome military officer standing at the door again.

The man, dressed in a crisp dark green military uniform, stood tall with his shoulders and back straight. He was quite eye-catching standing at the entrance of the intensive care unit, and passersby would often take a second look.

But he was clearly indifferent to everything around him, his gaze deep and unfathomable, lingering on the door of a ward at the end of a corridor that was neither too long nor too short.

Upon seeing this scene, the phrase "Waiting-for-Wife Stone" involuntarily came to Xiaoling's mind.

As I entered the changing room, I saw two nurses chatting excitedly, one after the other.

"Hey, did you see him when you came in this morning? There was a man in military uniform at the door. He's really handsome, and judging by his rank, he's a lieutenant colonel, or at least a battalion commander."

"I saw him. You weren't there because you were on duty yesterday, but he was already there yesterday." "Do you think he was waiting for a nurse while he was standing guard at the door?"

"I don't know. Maybe she doesn't have a partner. What if she has relatives or friends living in the ICU?"

Yesterday, ward number three admitted two patients with gunshot wounds; they were probably either soldiers or police officers. One of them was transferred to a regular ward last night.

Xiaoling walked over, put down her crossbody bag, and poured cold water on him: "Don't even think about it. He's just waiting at the door because he's worried about his girlfriend."

The two of them asked in unison, "How did you know?"

Xiaoling sighed and recounted her experience from yesterday: "Yesterday at noon, when I went out to pick up the lunch boxes delivered by the canteen, that officer surrounded me and kept asking me what the current condition of so-and-so in ward number one was? Had they woken up yet? He asked a whole bunch of questions, even more detailed ones than Dr. Liu."

When I went out after get off work that evening, I ran into him again. I guess he'd been standing at the door the whole time, and he came over and asked me the same questions he'd asked at noon.

The two nurses exclaimed in admiration, "It's unbelievable that there are still men this handsome and devoted these days!"

Xiaoling retorted, "That's because you didn't see the girl in room number one. Even though she was injured, you could still tell she was a great beauty. If I were a man, I would be infatuated with her too."

"Ugh, I can't chat anymore, I need to hurry up and change, it's time to hand over the shift!"

Upon hearing this, the men all quickened their pace in unison.

……

After changing her clothes, Xiaoling went to the pharmacy to get the medicine needed by the patient in room number one.

Ward number one is a four-person ward, housing a young girl and two elderly people, with one bed vacant.

This is the case in intensive care units. Patients' physical condition needs to be monitored 24/7. Due to limited manpower and resources, there are only multi-person wards.

After administering IV drips to two elderly patients in order, Xiaoling went to change the dressing for Meng Youyou in bed 03.

Halfway through changing the medication, Xiaoling suddenly realized that the patient had woken up and was looking at her with a pair of hazy but excessively beautiful eyes.

Xiaoling smiled and said, "You're awake. How are you feeling? Let me change your medicine first, and then I'll go find Dr. Liu to come and take a look at you."

Unexpectedly, the girl asked, "Nurse, have you seen one...?" She paused slightly, as if considering what words to use to describe it.

Xiaoling immediately understood: "Are you asking about your boyfriend? He should be at the entrance of the ward right now."

Meng Youyou's eyes lit up. "Was he injured?"

Xiaoling thought carefully for a moment, and couldn't recall seeing any obvious external injuries on him. She also thought that since he could stand at the door for a whole day and night, he didn't seem like an injured person. So she said, "I don't think so."

Xiaoling saw the girl smile faintly. Although the girl in front of her had a sickly pale complexion, she still felt as if the phrase "face like a peach blossom" that her Chinese teacher had mentioned in class had come to life before her eyes.

Xiaoling was briefly immersed in self-admiration for her own eloquent expression when she heard the girl say, "Then could you please tell him next time you see him that I'm doing well inside, and that he should take good care of himself outside, and make sure to eat and rest on time?"

Meng Youyou knew that he must have been very scared during the time she was unconscious, and he must have eaten well but slept poorly. He was very good at taking care of her, but he was the worst at taking care of himself.

Having worked in the hospital for so many years, Xiaoling had witnessed countless partings and deaths. She couldn't explain why, but for a moment she suddenly felt a little moved. She nodded and replied, "Okay, I promise you."

Then she smiled warmly and sincerely wished him well, saying, "You two have such a good relationship; you're practically telepathic."