The aloof military doctor arrives at the unit, and the tough guy can't sit still.

Zhang Xiaoliang looked up at Xia Qiuran somewhat embarrassedly. "Okay, then I'll buy a little more, and keep some for myself to try."

"Okay, you can just go to Aunt Lü's house to pick it up tomorrow. We're comrades-in-arms and so familiar with each other. If you buy ten patches, I'll give you one free," Xia Qiuran replied enthusiastically.

"Okay, thank you, Dr. Xia." Zhang Xiaoliang nodded at Xia Qiuran and then lowered his eyelashes shyly.

Lu Zhenghan unconsciously glanced at Zhang Xiaoliang's face.

A gay man's face is as tender as tofu. What's so attractive about that? He has no masculine vigor at all. It seems he hasn't been training enough.

"Meet at four o'clock tomorrow. Zhang Xiaoliang, go and inform them now." Lu Zhenghan said without warning.

"Four o'clock?" Zhang Xiaoliang didn't react for a moment, and was stunned.

"Do I need to repeat myself again?" Lu Zhenghan raised his voice.

Zhang Xiaoliang immediately saluted and replied, "No need to repeat, Commander, I'll go right away." After saying that, he jogged off to inform the entire regiment.

"Commander, is there something going on tomorrow? Why are we gathering so early?" Xia Qiuran asked, puzzled by Lu Zhenghan's sudden question.

Lu Zheng's face was cold, completely different from how he had been when the two were talking. "As soldiers, we should always be in a state of combat readiness. We should assemble at any time." After saying that, he left without looking back.

Xia Qiuran scratched her forehead, wondering why he had suddenly gotten angry. Seeing this, she didn't dare to ask any more questions, and she didn't even dare to mention the name that Lu Zhenghan hadn't finished saying.

...

Lu Zhenghan returned to his dormitory without saying a word, his aura frighteningly low. Sitting on his bed, he felt inexplicably irritable.

A moment later, after scanning the room, he realized that he didn't even have a mirror. He then got up and went out to knock on the door of the dormitory next door.

When the door to the next dormitory opened and they saw Lu Zhenghan, all six of them immediately stood up, saluted, and greeted him.

Lu Zhenghan said expressionlessly, "It's break time, everyone don't need to be nervous. Do you have any mirrors? I can borrow one."

Mirror?

The six people in the dormitory looked at each other. They had never seen Lu Zhenghan use a mirror before. Why would he think of borrowing such a thing today?

"I have a small mirror here." After a moment's pause, one of the soldiers raised his hand and said, then took it from his personal belongings and handed it to Lu Zhenghan.

"Thank you." Lu Zhenghan took the mirror. After thanking him, he turned and went back to his dormitory.

The group silently gathered at the door, watching Lu Zhenghan close the dormitory door with a mirror. They were all incredibly puzzled. "What do you think the team leader is doing with a mirror?"

"Of course I want to see what I look like."

"No, when has the commander ever cared about these things? I remember someone once said that the commander was the most handsome man in the whole regiment, and the commander punished that person by making him run ten kilometers. In the commander's eyes, true handsomeness is strong personal ability, while good looks in the eyes of the world are the least worthy of promotion in the military."

"I think the commander must have come up with some new combat plan or shooting method that utilizes the principle of refraction and reflection, which requires the use of mirrors."

Everyone nodded in agreement, finding it to be true.

...

It was another day off, and Xia Qiuran came to Aunt Lü early in the morning. "Aunt Lü, can we set up our stall somewhere else today?"

Aunt Lü smiled, as if she had seen through Xia Qiuran long ago. "You want to go to the textile factory, don't you?"

"Nothing can escape your eyes." Xia Qiuran admitted with a smile.

I haven't seen Meng Shujuan for a week, and I wonder how she and her mother are doing.

A disabled girl living with her sick elderly mother must be having a very difficult time.

They soon arrived at the textile factory, where Xia Qiuran saw that there were many female workers, so she placed the whitening cream in the most conspicuous place on the stall.

Two female workers approached shortly afterward. One of them, with a long face, asked first, "This whitening cream of yours isn't a scam, is it?"

"Of course we wouldn't lie to you, young lady. If you don't believe me, just look at this lady next to me. She's been using this whitening cream for years," Aunt Lü replied fluently.

After this period of experience setting up a stall, Aunt Lü is no longer the same Aunt Lü she used to be. She can now answer almost any question from customers fluently, and her sales rate has soared.

The two female workers looked up at the same time, their eyes filled with undisguised envy and jealousy as they gazed at Xia Qiuran's face, which was as smooth as a freshly boiled egg white.

Xia Qiuran also came over at this time. Fearing that the two of them might be impatient if they didn't see any results after using it for a day or two, she truthfully introduced it, "This whitening cream is made entirely of Chinese herbal ingredients. It is gentle and can improve skin texture with long-term use. However, it is best to use it for a long time. You won't see any results after using it for only one or two applications."

Just then, two more female workers came over, picked up the whitening cream, and said, "I know this. I heard it's very popular now. Lots of people are using it, and it's often out of stock."

"I want ten packs." He paid immediately after saying that.

"Then I'll take ten patches too," another worker immediately said.

Seeing that a lot of the beauty cream in the basket had been sold in the blink of an eye, the long-faced female worker who had arrived first already looked anxious and quickly said, "I'll take all of these, please help me carry them inside."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Lü's eyes lit up. "I'll take them all! Okay, no problem."

The two men carried the basket of whitening cream and followed the long-faced female worker into the textile factory.

The factory wasn't very big; we arrived at our destination in no time.

"Just put these at the warehouse entrance," the long-faced female worker said casually, then walked over to the workers who were moving goods and loudly reprimanded them.

"What are you doing? Are you just dawdling here? Didn't you see that other people carry two bags of cotton cloth at a time? Why are you carrying only one bag?"

"Team leader, this bag of cotton cloth weighs at least 100 pounds. The men can carry it, but I really can't lift two bags," the female worker said pleadingly.

Upon hearing the female worker's reply, Xia Qiuran and Aunt Lü stopped in their tracks, exchanged a glance, and then looked in the same direction.

"That's none of my business. Since you're working here, you have to follow the rules, regardless of gender. If you can't carry it, you should go home as soon as possible," the long-faced female worker said resolutely, showing no leniency.

Forced into a corner, the female worker offered a compromise: "I'll carry one bag first, and I'll put the other one aside and carry it later. If there's not enough time, I'll work overtime to carry it. Is that okay?"

"No, either carry two bags or leave. I don't have time to waste on you." The long-faced female worker immediately refused, then gestured to the person unloading the goods.

Two hundred pounds of cotton cloth suddenly weighed down on the female worker's shoulders.

The female worker had barely managed to straighten up when her back bent uncontrollably, her legs trembled violently as if every muscle was shaking, and her lips were bitten tightly. But even with all her might, the weight of the goods still crushed her small body.

With a dull thud, the female worker fell straight to the side, and two large bags of goods landed squarely on top of her.

The long-faced female worker rolled her eyes contemptuously. "What a cripple. Not only are his hands crippled, but he's crippled too."