But as he pulled out his pocket, he was about to explode again: "Who the hell stole my tobacco? Where's my tobacco?"

Actually, he had finished his tobacco, but he said that on purpose so he could get a free cigarette from someone else.

Just then, Chen Ke handed him the letter and said, "This is a letter that Nie Tai entrusted me to give you."

Yue Zhongqi's craving for cigarettes, which had been burning intensely just moments before, vanished in an instant. He took the letter, as if it were a priceless treasure: "What does it say?"

Chen Ke also wanted to know, and said, "Take it apart, let's take it apart and see together."

Dozens of people on the deck gathered around in perfect unison, shouting, "Captain Yue, dismantle it quickly!"

Yue Zhongqi is such a cunning person. He and Nie Tai are only casual acquaintances, but she actually sent him a letter. That must be something that cannot be said in front of everyone. And no matter what it is, he should not publicize it.

He looked at Chen Ke again, but Chen Ke clearly wasn't looking at him either, his eyes filled with anxiety: "Hurry up and dismantle it, what are you standing there for?"

Yue Zhongqi's eyes darted around, and he smiled: "I remember now, it's some theoretical knowledge about flight, all professional knowledge. You won't understand it, but I can understand it myself."

Okay, others might not understand, but Hu Yong stepped forward: "Captain Yue, shall we watch it together?"

If it weren't for him, it would have been Yue Zhongqi who was just taking a ride in the sky. He got furious when he saw Captain Yue and immediately kicked out, "Get lost!"

But Nie Tai actually wrote him a letter. What could it be about? Flying skills, gun handling skills, or ship piloting skills?

While everyone else was still stunned, Yue Zhongqi turned around, went down to the cabin, rushed into the restaurant, and locked the door. Amidst the loud knocking outside, he carefully opened the envelope. He was taken aback at first because inside was a stack of Hong Kong dollars, 100-dollar notes. He rubbed them together, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat, because there was a full 2,000 Hong Kong dollars.

Oh no, that was his entire year's salary!

There was a letter with two lines on it. The first line read, "Captain Yue, try your best to quit smoking. Once you quit, I'll tell you who my mentor is." The second line said, "Nie Yao can buy whatever books he wants, and please encourage him in his writing."

Yue Zhongqi glanced at the letter, then at the money, and looked up, his eyes gleaming like a wolf's.

Yes, he really wants to know who her master is, but she'll tell him if he quits smoking.

She really knows him so well!

As for buying books and encouraging Nie Yao in writing, Yue Zhongqi felt it was unnecessary, because he could praise Nie Yao for three hours straight every day without repeating himself. Otherwise, with Nie Yao's stubbornness, how could he write an ICPO report?

But why did Mrs. Nie give two thousand dollars, in Hong Kong dollars? Such a huge sum of money, shouldn't she buy a pack of cigarettes first?

But after thinking it over, Captain Yue decided against it. Oh well, let's keep them all and use them to buy books for Nie Yao.

...

Song Yuanchao guessed correctly; Master Dong indeed fell ill as soon as he boarded the ship.

Fortunately, it was neither a stroke nor a heart attack, but dengue fever, so morphine and aspirin were not needed; we just needed to give him an extra dose of the medicine from the Taiwanese boy.

The ship sped off towards Hong Kong, where an ambulance was waiting at the pier to take him directly to Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital.

However, there are still problems. Chen Rou, Song Yuanchao, and Sam are all former special forces soldiers, so they know basic first aid and IV infusion techniques. But tonight, it was like they were in a maze. First, Song Yuanchao tried to insert the needle, but he couldn't get it in several times.

Grandpa Dong was an old man with bulging veins. His veins were easy to find, but they were too slippery to be penetrated.

He tried a few times but got scared and handed it to Chen Rou. She also tried several times but couldn't get it in. Sam volunteered to do it, so everyone stepped aside and watched him switch hands, bandage the bandage, and clap his hands, looking quite professional.

But he was too aggressive; he pierced the blood vessel from one end to the other with a single needle, and blood gushed out with a whoosh.

Weng Hua, who had just woken up, saw this and immediately fainted again. Ah Lang and Ah Bao were so anxious that they drew their guns: "Are you guys even capable?"

Secretary An smiled and suggested, "Why don't we just use physical cooling methods?"

Nie Zhao asked, "How do we surrender?"

Secretary An clapped her hands: "When you first came back, boss, your pillow was made of popsicles. The doctor said that the cooling method was particularly good, at least it saved your brain."

Indeed, Nie Zhao had a fever for most of the journey, and because the infection was so severe that the inflammation wouldn't go down, Chen Rou took it upon herself to use frozen popsicles as pillows to keep him cool the whole way. Otherwise, he would have been driven crazy by the fever.

But he himself didn't know: "Me, a popsicle?"

He was also a little unhappy because he said, "My brain is perfectly fine and won't get damaged by a fever, so Secretary An, please stop worrying about useless things."

Popsicles would be fine, but One-Eyed sat on the ground groaning, "Is there ice on the boat?"

Unlike the refined people that Master Er brought, who were well-prepared for their trip, they brought nothing. There wasn't even ice on the boat. Master Dong's face was already pink and his lips were purple from the fever. Was he going to die from the fever?

But suddenly, a childish voice said, "Let me try?"

Everyone turned around, and Chen Rou bent down in an instant, asking, "Are you sure you can do it?"

She was a little girl, no more than eight or nine years old, wearing an old-fashioned blue coat that only boys would wear, with patched, wide blue pants, and barefoot in rubber shoes. This was the little girl who was almost killed by her father, Jianmei.

She walked straight to the bedside, reached out, and felt for Dong Ye's pulse on his neck. She pressed it with two fingers for a moment, then took the disposable needle, untied it, and deftly tore off three strips of tape, sticking them to her hand. She then quickly inserted the needle, turned around, turned on the blood return device, and watched as the liquid flowed down, washing away the blood return. She then adjusted the fluid to the appropriate frequency, quickly applied more tape, and finally looked up at Chen Rou: "All done!"

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