Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

It was a cloudy day outside with low air pressure. Lei Zhentian's left leg, which had been shattered by shrapnel on the battlefield, was more accurate than the weather forecast.

The pain I'm experiencing today feels like having my bones sawed off.

Before long, Dean Liu Dezhi arrived at the emergency room with several military doctors.

Zhao Fang ignored Lin Wanrou and eagerly followed her over, wanting to show off.

Lin Wanrou stood there, looking at the closed door of the emergency room, her brows furrowed.

"Mom, aren't we going to go take a look?" Meng Yaya jumped off the chair and patted the dust off her bottom.

"That's your godfather." Lin Wanrou put the materials away. "We can't just leave him be."

The mother and daughter walked to the door of the emergency room. The door wasn't closed properly, and they could hear everything that was happening inside.

"Did you get the painkiller?" Liu Dezhi's voice sounded a little panicked.

"I gave it! Double the dose! It didn't work!"

"Ouch—! You bunch of quacks! You want to kill me with pain?!" Lei Zhentian roared, his voice deafening. "Get out! All of you, get out!"

Then came a loud "bang," like the sound of an iron plate being smashed on the ground.

Liu Dezhi took two steps back, looking disheveled and covered in sweat: "Commander, this... this nerve pain left by the shrapnel really can't be stopped by conventional methods. I need to go to a major hospital for surgery..."

"What kind of surgery am I supposed to do! I still have to lead troops!"

Zhao Fang stood in the corner, holding a water glass, trying to hand it over, but Lei Zhentian slapped her away, spilling water all over her.

"Let my mom try it."

A crisp, childlike voice suddenly broke in, sounding particularly jarring in the chaotic emergency room.

Everyone turned around and saw Meng Yaya standing at the door with her hands behind her back, followed by Lin Wanrou, who looked calm.

Zhao Fang was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it. Upon seeing the mother and daughter, she immediately screamed:

"Who let you in! This is a military stronghold! And you little brat, what are you doing causing trouble!"

Even Dean Liu couldn't do anything about it. What could your mother, a mere village woman, possibly do? Perform shamanistic rituals?

Liu Dezhi frowned and waved his hand impatiently: "Get out! Get out! Don't cause trouble here!"

Lei Zhentian, lying on the bed, was in so much pain that his mind was somewhat hazy. Hearing Meng Yaya's voice, he forced his eyes open and said, "Ya...Yaya?"

"Grandpa, don't cry out if it hurts, save your energy." Meng Yaya walked to the bedside and pressed her little hand on Lei Zhentian's stiff leg.

Lei Zhentian gasped.

"Mom, it's three inches down from Zusanli, and also Weizhong." Meng Yaya turned to look at Lin Wanrou. "Grandpa Sun taught me that when cold and dampness penetrate the bones, you need to use fire needles to expel the toxins."

Lin Wanrou nodded and took out the sandalwood needle box from her handbag.

"Stop!" Zhao Fang rushed over, spreading her arms to block the bedside. "Lin Wanrou, what do you think you're doing? You think you can treat the Commander with a few broken needles? Can you take responsibility if something goes wrong? Get out of here!"

"Get out of the way." Lin Wanrou's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a coldness and hardness she hadn't shown before.

"I won't allow it!" Zhao Fang retorted, "I'm the head nurse, I have the right to protect the patients' safety! Who knows if your needle is clean or poisonous!"

"Snapped!"

The sharp crack silenced the entire emergency room instantly.

It wasn't Lin Wanrou who hit him, it was Gu Changfeng.

Gu Changfeng, like a stern-faced god, grabbed Zhao Fang by the back of her collar and tossed her aside like a chick.

Zhao Fang crashed into the wall, completely stunned.

"Commander Gu... Commander Gu, how dare you hit a woman?"

"If you delay the treatment of the commander, I'll kill you." Gu Changfeng didn't even glance at her, turning to Lin Wanrou, his eyes softening instantly. "Wife, do it. If anything goes wrong, I'll take the blame."

Lin Wanrou's slight unease vanished instantly upon hearing those words.

She opened the needle box and took out the three longest silver needles.

Without an alcohol lamp, she asked her guard to bring her a lighter and heated the needle tip until it was red-hot.

"Commander, bear with it."

Lin Wanrou flicked her wrist, and the first needle was inserted into the Weizhong acupoint.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.

The silver needle pierced the skin and flesh, making an extremely faint "sizzling" sound.

Lei Zhentian let out a muffled groan, his body tensing up abruptly.

Liu Dezhi, watching from the side, gasped in shock: "Nonsense! This is absurd! Who inserts needles like that! What if it damages a nerve..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Wanrou had already administered her second injection.

It's three miles.

The third acupuncture point is Yanglingquan.

After three needles were inserted, Lin Wanrou did not stop. She twisted the needle handle with her fingers, using the "Burning Mountain Fire" technique taught by Sun Shouzhen.

Lei Zhentian, who was originally in so much pain that he was sweating profusely, suddenly felt a warm current seep into his bones through the puncture site. The chill that felt like an ice pick piercing his flesh was actually forced back by this warm current.

The excruciating pain receded as quickly as the tide.

"call--"

Lei Zhentian let out a long breath, his tense muscles relaxed, and the paleness on his face gradually returned to color.

"Amazing..." Lei Zhentian moved his left leg, the lightness he felt was unbelievable. "It doesn't hurt anymore! It really doesn't hurt anymore!"

The emergency room was quiet.

Liu Dezhi's mouth dropped open, his glasses nearly falling off. His chronic leg pain, which he'd been struggling with for so many years, was cured with just three acupuncture needles?

Zhao Fang clutched her arm and huddled in the corner, her face alternating between pale and flushed, as if she had been slapped hard twice.

Lin Wanrou deftly removed the needle and wiped the needle hole with an alcohol swab.

"It's just temporary pain relief." Lin Wanrou put the needles away, her tone calm. "To get rid of it completely, you'll need to drink the herbal decoction for half a month, along with a medicinal bath. I'll go to the shop to get the medicine and have Changfeng deliver it over."

"Excellent! Excellent!" Lei Zhentian sat up in bed, slapped his thigh, and exclaimed, "Wanrou, your skills are far superior to those of these scalpel-wielding men! Old Man Sun taught you well!"

He turned to look at Liu Dezhi, his face darkening: "See that? This is what you call hidden talent among ordinary people! Learn from him in the future, and stop putting on airs like a hospital director!"

Liu Dezhi nodded repeatedly, wiping his sweat: "Yes, yes, I've learned a lot."

"That girl, Zhao Fang, right?" Lei Zhentian's gaze swept towards the corner.

Zhao Fang trembled slightly: "Commander... Commander..."

"Wasn't it you who stopped me from getting treatment just now?" Lei Zhentian sneered.

"As a medical professional, not only are you incompetent at treating patients, but you're also obstructing treatment. I think your time as head nurse is over!"

Zhao Fang's legs went weak, and she almost knelt down.

"Also, I heard that you stopped my goddaughter's mother from getting a qualification certificate?"

"No...no card..." Zhao Fang stammered, "It's just...the materials haven't been reviewed yet..."

"Interrogate my ass!" Lei Zhentian snatched the documents from Lin Wanrou's hand, glanced at them, and immediately pulled out his pen, signing his name in a flamboyant, illegible manner.

"I, Lei Zhentian, guarantee it! Get this certificate ready immediately! I need to see the stamp within ten minutes!"

"Yes!" Liu Dezhi dared not delay, snatched the materials and ran to the office to personally stamp them.

In less than five minutes, the medical license stamped with a bright red seal was handed to Lin Wanrou.

By the time I left the medical team, the rain had stopped.

Lin Wanrou held the red marriage certificate, looked at the rainbow in the sky, and felt that the air was sweeter.

Gu Changfeng walked beside her, holding Meng Yaya in one arm and his wife's hand in the other.

"Does that make you feel better?" Gu Changfeng asked.

"That feels good." Lin Wanrou smiled, her eyes crinkling.

Meng Yaya leaned on Gu Changfeng's shoulder and glanced back at the second-floor window of the medical team.

Behind the curtains, Zhao Fang was staring intently at them, her eyes as venomous as a snake's, her fingernails tearing through the curtain fabric.

"Aunt Zhao doesn't seem too happy," Meng Yaya said, chewing on a candy and speaking indistinctly.

"Never mind her." Gu Changfeng bounced his daughter. "She's just a clown."

However, Meng Yaya knew in her heart that a villain like Zhao Fang would never let this go after suffering such a great loss.

Sure enough, the next morning, when Gu Changfeng dropped Meng Yaya off at the nursery, he saw Zhao Fang wearing a white coat, with two nurses, guarding the classroom door.

There was a sign next to it that read: "Health Check-up for Children in the District".

Zhao Fang held a large glass syringe in her hand, the tip gleaming coldly. Seeing Meng Yaya approach, a sinister smile appeared on her face.