Chapter 36: Volunteering for the Frontlines

The same notice was also delivered to the Department of Neurosurgery.

“Comrades, this border defense battle has lasted for almost a month now. The first group of medical staff who went to the front lines has completed their mission successfully and will soon return to the rear for rest next month.

Now, we need to quickly submit the list of the second batch of personnel who will support the front. This time, our department requires one associate chief physician, two resident doctors, and four nurses.”

After he left, Zhang Guance, just as usual, walked through the corridor of the front hall, entered the main hall, and after a considerable distance, knocked on the door.

Just as she was about to unlock the door, it opened from inside. Xu Qingfeng and Xue Tang greeted her with enthusiastic smiles.

Li Lingzi was stunned. In front of her, Chen Cheng had always been honest and silent, never daring to talk back to her. But now, bursting out like this, he seemed like a wild beast that had lost its mind.

Peng Cai, as if thinking of something, glared threateningly at Tang Wan and said, “If you behave and pay the two hundred yuan, we’ll let this matter go.”

So, while the others fretted over Nanxun, she was excitedly plotting her own schemes.

The Xu family had long been accustomed to the Gu Group making advance payments. Now that there was a delay, their funds couldn’t circulate, and the construction period would be postponed. This would seriously affect not only the reputation of their projects but also other matters—just like the butterfly effect.

“If you were coming, why didn’t you tell me?” Gu Cheng’an stepped forward, displeasure written all over his face as he looked at his son, his feelings complicated.

Xu Yan had once entered Haicheng University as the city’s top student; her abilities were certainly not weak.

“May I ask whether you’ve come today for a fortune-telling or to purchase some talismans?” Jiang Tan poured a cup of tea and placed it before Gu Junchuan, her service smile flawless as she gazed at the sickly, handsome man before her.

Nothing stirs the public’s curiosity more than rumors of sudden fortune. Such tales are far more enticing than any previous sword contest.

And in the bar, Lu Pan had set her sights on a superbly handsome man. Wasn’t it also him whom she later helped adjust his collar?

Hearing Lin Jiajia’s voice, He Xing, who waited outside the door, couldn’t help but groan inwardly: judging by this, the two were back together again! Although Yu Cheng had warned him not to come over last night and hinted at this, he still felt exhausted by the situation.

At the moment of realization, Xiao Chen felt the blood core in his chest pulse more powerfully than ever before.

Ye Lishang lowered his head, staring at those marks. His chest felt as if something was filling it to bursting, an ache threatening to explode.

I didn’t pay much attention, simply replied that I was going to buy breakfast and walked out of the hotel. The weather today was vastly different from yesterday—the sky was a brilliant blue, and a warm sun had already risen in the east, promising a scorching day ahead.

“Is there any way not to go?” After a long silence, Dong Ru’s voice finally came softly, tinged with a faint, hidden hope.

About what? Why so much hatred? If you hate me, why help me? Why save me?

Entwined in a kiss for a while, the two could no longer bear the dampness clinging to their bodies, so they went to the bathroom for a quick rinse, then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Su Chen rested her forehead on Tian Xin’s shoulder, struggling to look up at the sky that remained oppressively dark.

A thought flashed through my mind. I didn’t want to believe it, but still used all my strength to turn over. My hand brushed over bare skin and, reaching a face, I felt the features one by one—and my heart sank completely.

His domineering nature hadn’t vanished; rather, it had changed form. But this way, instead of making her resentful, it moved her deeply.

Never mind the startled boss—even those arguing nearby were rendered speechless by the order of forty plates of hotpot lamb.

The two men exchanged glances, and one of them stepped forward, about to grab Xiao Baozhu’s clothes.

“This way, please!” The soldier in charge of reception quickly relayed the message and led him to meet the deputy camp commander, who was none other than Hao Ran—once known as Shen Yiquan.