"Hmm~ Hmm~" Deputy Chen used all his strength but still couldn't lift Ma Hehua up.

The brothers around him: "……………………"

Why is Lieutenant Chen so weak?

Seeing the stares and scrutiny from those around him, who were staring at his kidneys, Lieutenant Chen felt utterly humiliated.

"What are you worried about? Look at this clam!" This old woman is really heavy!

He looked fierce, gritted his teeth, and raised his head again.

I can't lift him, I really can't lift him, he's done for.

Ma Linghua glanced at it, her eyes full of disgust, and sighed, "Bring the stretcher over."

In full view of everyone, she grabbed Ma Hehua's clothes and roughly threw her onto the stretcher.

"Alright, let's go!"

Lieutenant Chen: "???"

No, if you're like this, what am I supposed to carry?

Two people can't lift it? Hmm? They can't lift it?

"Let's go? What's wrong?"

The two soldiers had expressions as blank as if they were being shaken, and they simply couldn't lift it.

It looks like constipation.

In the end, it took six people to barely lift her up. The group of people looked at the sleeping Ma Hehua with complicated expressions. This old woman was probably a man.

Lieutenant Chen stared at Ma Hehua for a long time before asking uncertainly, "She...is a woman?"

"Lieutenant Chen, what are you saying? My daughter isn't a woman, so how could she be a man?" Ma Linghua was displeased. Hehua was the Ma family descendant she had painstakingly given birth to. How could those lowly wretches compare?

“My daughter just eats a little too much, is a little heavy, and has a little bad temper! You can’t insult her by using men as a metaphor.” Ma Linghua said unhappily.

The men around him: "……………………"

Lieutenant Chen: "……………………"

This sounds... kind of off, and it feels weird.