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Chapter 135. Elder Liu

"So Elder Jiang is asking these questions... Is there something wrong with the medical equipment we recently purchased?"

Meng Zhen asked with some trepidation.

She's the head of the purchasing department, so if medical equipment malfunctions, she should definitely be held accountable.

"Medical devices... uh, there's nothing wrong with them."

Jiang Jianxin paused for a moment before speaking.

It's clear that this purchasing manager is just a middleman; there's no point in discussing anything profound with her.

Jiang Jianxin thought for a moment and said to her:

"Go and switch Minister Song with me. I have something to ask him."

Meng Zhen nodded, got out of the ambulance, and walked towards the warehouse.

A little while later, Song Jingjun's small figure on a scooter glided up in front of us.

"You are looking for me."

The Minister of Milk Bun, dressed in a little suit and with a lollipop in his mouth, mumbled something.

"How come you eat sweets every day? Aren't you afraid of getting cavities?"

Jiang Jianxin looked at his soft little face and asked.

"But lollipops are really delicious."

Minister Naibao took the lollipop out of his mouth, opened his innocent, round eyes, and said in a childish voice.

Jiang Jianxin didn't want to ask any more questions about the lollipop. She waved her hand and said:
"Come on, get in the car and sit across from me. I have something to ask you."

Song Jingjun lifted the hem of his somewhat loose long suit jacket with his small hand and struggled to jump onto the high-chassis medical vehicle, sitting opposite Jiang Jianxin. His suit cuffs had diamond cufflinks that reflected a bright light in the daylight.

Because the table was very high and the sofa was low, Jiang Jianxin could only see the little head of the Minister of the Milk Bun with his fluffy hair; everything below his neck was buried under the table.

"Do you know anything about Deputy Commander Zhu Yan?"

Jiang Jianxin glanced at the child opposite him, took a sip of tea, and asked.

Song Jingjun took a slurp of his lollipop and slowly said:
"I don't know much about her, but she's a really nice person."

Jiang Jianxin raised an eyebrow:
"What's a good idea?"

"She told the head of the family that the medical department must have a new generation of ministers, and then my mother was forced to promote me to the position."

Song Jingjun smacked his lips for the syrup and said:
“But I’ve never met Deputy Chief Zhu before, so I don’t know why she values ​​me so much… My father said that Deputy Chief Zhu is a really good person.”

Jiang Jianxin carefully considered the pros and cons, and as if realizing something, suddenly asked:

Are you the youngest among your brothers?

"Yes, my other three older brothers are all older than me."

Song Jingjun answered affirmatively.

Jiang Jianxin tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

She already had a vague guess in her mind.

She then asked Song Jingjun:
"Was my transfer to the medical department also Zhu Yan's idea?"

Song Jingjun shook his head and said:

"No, you were appointed by Commander-in-Chief Qin Xuan. On the day you took office, the headquarters gave me a notice, and the seal on the notice was the Commander-in-Chief's seal."

Jiang Jianxin clicked his tongue, completely confirming his guess.

The medical devices were promoted by Zhu Yan, so naturally he didn't want the medical department to create obstacles in the promotion process.

Just then, the Song family was undergoing a generational change. The head of the Song family was getting old, and there were no girls among the younger generation, so they couldn't identify a successor.

Zhu Yan then used his power to force the Song family to appoint their youngest son as minister.

It just so happens that Song Jingjun himself is quite capable, which led to today's farcical situation of an eight-and-a-half-year-old minister.

Because Song Jingjun was young and there was no elder in the medical department, the promotion of medical devices went exceptionally smoothly and completely penetrated the alliance hospitals.

Qin Xuan had been thinking of a solution until today, when Jiang Jianxin became an elder and was assigned to the medical department.

Jiang Jianxin strongly suspected that Qin Xuan knew something and had specially sent her over.

However, this suspicion is unfounded, because Qin Xuan is the commander-in-chief of the War Alliance, and should also be a member of the War faction. The ability to see the big picture from small details and uncover the truth is a capability of the Light faction. It's unlikely that Qin Xuan knew—was it just a lucky accident?
Jiang Jianxin couldn't guess, so she calmly took a sip of tea and asked Song Jingjun:

"If I want to go to the Hope Base to find someone to spar with, do I need to go through the procedures at the United Front Work Department?"

"what?"

The topic changed so quickly that Minister Naibao was taken aback, and after a long pause, he replied in confusion:

"I hope Elder Fu, the strongest in the base, isn't here to spar with you?"

Jiang Jianxin said without changing his expression:

"He's no good, he's too weak. I didn't get enough of him. I want to find a few more strong opponents to practice with."

Song Jingjun nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

The War faction has the basic ability [Fearless], which can ignite a person's fighting spirit and make them feel hot from time to time. He could understand Jiang Jianxin's meaning.

but……

"You may not be able to spar at the Hope Base recently."

Song Jingjun told the truth.

"The Canghe River suddenly flooded, and Elder Yin went to Haidu early this morning. A base needs at least one resident elder to keep watch. Elder Fu is an elder of the Hope Base, so he is not counted. You are the only one here."

Jiang Jianxin frowned, not expecting such bad luck.

Seeing the disappointment on her face, Song Jingjun said again:
"However, according to the Song family's inside information, Elder Yin will be gone for a long time this time, and Elder Liu will be transferred from the Dawn Base."

"You can wait until Elder Liu arrives before applying to go to the Hope Base for a friendly spar."

Jiang Jianxin's hope was rekindled, and she slowly asked:

When will Elder Liu arrive?

"That's not clear."

Song Jingjun told the truth.

"We have no way of knowing the elder's travel plans."

He puffed out his cheeks, took a bite of the lollipop, and said:

"However, I feel it won't be quick, because of Elder Liu..."

"She is a disabled person."

……

I met Elder Liu of the Dawn Base one morning a few days later.

As dawn broke, Jiang Jianxin strolled along the city wall of the Dawn Base.

The morning breeze was cool, carrying the scent of dew as it brushed against her clothes.

Suddenly, a magnificent sunrise burst forth from the east, dyeing the entire sky golden red. In this dazzling morning light, a figure slowly emerged on the distant horizon.

She was a woman dressed in a moon-white robe, with pale blue cloud patterns adorning the hem. Her long, black hair was styled into an elegant updo, and she held a bunch of tender green willow branches in her arms.

Most notably, she sat in a wooden wheelchair, slowly propelling the wheels with her hands as she approached the Dawn Base.

A gentle morning breeze stirred, causing the stray hairs at her temples and the willow branch in her arms to sway together. Bathed in the glow of the morning sun, she seemed to be enveloped in a hazy halo.

The sound of the wheelchair rolling over the gravel was crisp and rhythmic, blending with the birdsong of the morning, creating an indescribable harmony.

In this bleak apocalypse, Jiang Jianxin had long been accustomed to people's disheveled appearance and tattered clothes. But the woman before him was completely different—her clothes fluttered, her features were exquisite, as if she had stepped gracefully out of a painting from an old era, carrying an elegance and composure that did not belong to this broken world.

She stood on the city wall, lost in thought for a moment.

It wasn't until the woman pushed the wheelchair to the foot of the city wall that she came to her senses and, unusually, spoke up, her tone carrying a rare warmth:
"Hello, do you need any help...?"

Before she could finish speaking, the woman suddenly looked up and smiled sweetly at Jiang Jianxin.

The next instant, countless emerald green vines suddenly sprouted from the bottom of the wheelchair, stretching out like spider legs, supporting her body and slowly rising up.

She sat gracefully on a vine-woven "seat," her skirt swaying gently, like a nimble spider climbing up the city wall.

Jiang Jianxin stood there, stunned, watching as she walked up to him, carrying a faint fragrance of grass and trees.

"I have long admired your name, Sword Master."

Elder Liu said with a gentle smile.