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

The atmosphere outside the daycare center was a bit off.

Normally by this time, these kids would be fighting tooth and nail over the slide or building blocks, but today they're all cowering in the corner like quails, not daring to utter a sound.

A long table with a white cloth was placed at the main entrance of the classroom.

A rectangular aluminum lunchbox sat in the center of the table. Although there was no fire underneath, the pungent smell of alcohol was so strong that it could knock you over from a distance.

Zhao Fang was wearing a white coat and a white hat, and was holding a glass syringe that had been used for who knows how many years.

The needle was at least two inches long, thick and shiny, with a drop of bright yellow medicine still hanging from its tip, dripping down.

"Line up, one at a time."

Zhao Fang's voice sounded quite gentle, but paired with her face, which still had to be covered with powder to hide bruises, she looked like an old witch from a fairy tale.

Two nurses were following behind her, holding down a little boy who was crying his heart out.

"I don't want a shot! Ugh—! I don't want one! That's for slaughtering pigs!"

"Listen to me, this is a nutrient injection." Zhao Fang walked over with a forced smile, ripped off the child's pants, slapped his bare bottom twice, found the right spot, and inserted the needle.

"Sizzle—"

The child's crying suddenly changed tone, turning into a scream.

Meng Yaya stood at the back of the line, her brows furrowed in worry.

These days, needles are reused repeatedly. When they get dull, you sharpen them, boil them, and keep using them. Inserting one of those into flesh is no different from cutting flesh with a dull knife.

But this is not the point.

The key point is that her skin and flesh are made of copper and iron, which even zombies cannot bite through (it has been tempered by the spatial spiritual spring).

If the needle just won't go in, Zhao Fang will definitely use a megaphone to shout throughout the military region that she's a monster. At that point, forget about dissecting her for research; even Gu Changfeng probably won't be able to protect her.

"Next."

After dealing with the child in her hands, Zhao Fang flicked her wrist, and her slanted eyes pierced through the crowd, fixing precisely on Meng Yaya.

"Oh, isn't this Commander Gu's daughter?"

Zhao Fang walked over with the syringe, looking down at Meng Yaya, who only reached her thighs.

Yesterday at the medical team, she was slapped in the face by Gu Changfeng, and her face still hurts. She was also scolded mercilessly by Commander Lei. She has kept all of this in her little mental notebook.

She couldn't afford to offend Gu Changfeng, and she dared not touch Commander Lei, but what could this little brat who hadn't even been weaned do if she fell into her hands?

Seeing this, Teacher Song Hongxia quickly stepped in front of Meng Yaya to protect her.

"Officer Zhao, Ya Ya has only been here for two days, and her medical examination results haven't been filed yet. How about we...?"

"Teacher Song, you're completely out of your depth."

Zhao Fang interrupted Song Hongxia, pointing the needle at Meng Yaya's rosy cheeks.

"Look at this child, his face is so swollen! This isn't fat, it's puffiness! A classic case of malnutrition and vitamin deficiency!"

Song Hongxia was stunned and turned to look at Meng Yaya.

The little girl's skin was fair and rosy, like a freshly peeled lychee, and her arms and legs were like lotus root segments. How could she look malnourished?

"Officer Zhao, Ya Ya ate two eggs and a meat bun for breakfast, this..."

"Eating a lot doesn't mean you absorb it well!" Zhao Fang's face darkened, and she adopted the demeanor of a head nurse.

"Am I the professional or are you? If this child develops problems due to hidden hunger, and Riesling blames you, can you take the responsibility?"

With such a heavy label slapped on her, Song Hongxia dared not speak.

These days, who dares to go against "professional opinions"? Especially when it involves Riesling.

Meng Yaya sneered inwardly.

That's such a flimsy excuse that even stray dogs on the street wouldn't believe it.

Her physique was built up little by little by Sun Shouzhen through medicinal diets, coupled with the nourishment of the spiritual spring water in the space, making her arguably the healthiest child in the entire military region.

This is blatantly using public office to settle personal scores.

"Come here." Zhao Fang beckoned to Meng Yaya, her expression like that of the Big Bad Wolf trying to lure Little Red Riding Hood.

"Auntie specially prescribed you a good injection; it not only supplements calcium but also benefits your brain."

She emphasized the word "brain," clearly mocking Meng Yaya's insults that day.

Meng Yaya didn't move. Her little hands were behind her back, and her thumbs were quickly calculating the escape route.

A direct confrontation won't work.

This is a daycare center where all the children need to get shots. If you beat up the head nurse in public, you'll lose your right to be in the wrong.

We must outsmart them.

"Aunt Zhao, I won't hit her." Meng Yaya took a step back, blinking her big, innocent eyes.

"My dad said I'm not lacking in nutrition, I'm lacking in common sense... Oh no, my dad said I'm the strongest guy in our compound."

Zhao Fang was momentarily speechless, then sneered, "Your dad's a soldier, what does he know about medicine? I'm the head nurse, if I say you're in need, then you're in need."

After saying that, she stopped pretending and gave a wink to the two nurses next to her.

"Hold her down! This child is reluctant to see a doctor; for her health, we have to take action."

Although the two nurses felt something was amiss, they dared not disobey their head nurse. They flanked Meng Yaya from the left and right, trying to grab her arms.

"Don't touch me!"

Meng Yaya, like a slippery eel, ducked down and slipped under the armpit of the nurse on the left.

She ran behind a pile of building blocks in the classroom, picked up a wooden block with her little hand, and stared at Zhao Fang warily.

"Zhao Fang, you're abusing your power!" Meng Yaya shouted in her childish voice, "I'm going to tell my godfather! I'm going to tell my dad!"

"Tell me a complaint? Go ahead and do it!"

Seeing that the classroom was empty, Zhao Fang closed the door, her fake smile completely fading away, replaced by a hideous expression.

"This place is under my jurisdiction now! Even if your father comes, he has to follow the doctor's orders! You little bastard, born but uncared for, weren't you quite the talker yesterday? Let's see who can save you today!"

As she spoke, she held up the syringe and pressed closer.

The medicine on the needle tip gleamed coldly in the sunlight, sending chills down one's spine.

"What are you two standing there for? Grab her! Pull her pants down!"

Zhao Fang yelled.

The two nurses went all out and cornered Meng Yaya against the wall.

Meng Yaya's little hand touched the slingshot in her schoolbag.

If that needle dares to stick its way in, she's willing to knock out Zhao Fang's front teeth. At worst, she'll quit this shabby daycare and go to the mountains with Old Man Sun to gather herbs.

Just then, Zhao Fang rushed in front of him.

She grabbed Meng Yaya's thin arm with astonishing strength, her nails digging directly into her flesh.

"Run? Why did you stop running?"

Zhao Fang grinned maliciously, giving Meng Yaya no chance to react at all. She didn't even bother to take off her pants and directly pointed the needle at Meng Yaya's arm.

"This injection will guarantee you heavenly pleasure!"

Meng Yaya sensed that chilling killing intent.

She took a deep breath, focusing her energy in her lower abdomen, preparing to give the old witch an over-the-shoulder throw.

Just a second before she was about to make her move, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the classroom window. The sound was louder than a thunderclap, making the window glass vibrate and tremble.

"Zhao Fang! You dare touch my daughter?!"