Chapter 117

Because of the guide's injury, Squad Leader Xiong was severely criticized.

The elderly people all knew the truth.

A guide? He's not a sentry, nor is he some random clod of dirt you can find anywhere. Every outpost that assigns a guide treats him well with good food and drink and speaks kindly to him.

Because of Ilya, a meritorious captain, and a group of outstanding soldiers, the higher-ups allocated an extra spot to Kush, assigning their best guide to Kush.

What kind of place is Kokush?

Near Tanigama, just across the mountain, lies the plains where the Zerg gather. The Sentinels are under heavy load, so there's no reason to chase away the Guide who has finally arrived.

I just knew I couldn't stay, and I didn't want to cause myself any more heartache.

They can't stay, but they can't mistreat or bully them either. If word gets out, how can the Kush stronghold live with themselves?

The old guide was like that, sharpening the knife, sharpening the knife, but he couldn't afford to ruin it.

Director Liu sighed deeply, and the old guide looked up at the sky. The two old men stood outside the ward, deeply depressed for a while. Suddenly, Director Liu grunted and bent down to quietly peek into the ward.

The old guide, holding a water glass, slouched over and said sternly, "Look at yourself! You're the director, what are you doing? What kind of behavior is this!"

After a while, unable to contain his curiosity, he muttered to himself and subtly peeked inside from the side.

What are you looking at? What's so interesting?

Isn't it just a sentry and a guide?

Oh, we're sitting quite close together.

The old guide watched for a while, then gulped down some water, grabbed Director Liu by the back of the neck, and said ruthlessly, "What are you still looking at? Have you finished writing your report yet?"

Director Liu: "..."

Jiang Wenxing injured his hand and stayed in the medical room to rest.

It was Ilya who bandaged him up. Kush lacked technical personnel, and when soldiers were injured and there was no time to treat them, Ilya would bandage his teammates. He could also set bones and suture wounds, so Jiang Wenxing was not surprised that he came to help.

But it was still a bit too quiet.

A stove was burning in the medical ward, and the warm gas turned into mist on the frosted glass. Outside, there were sounds of soldiers training.

Jiang Wenxing huddled under the covers, feeling feverish and coughing. The warm blankets made him instinctively curl up into a ball.

They looked rather pitiful.

The kind of pitiful feeling that made Ilya feel uncomfortable was that Jiang Wenxing was too thin. He had a small face, and his eyebrows were the kind that were relatively sparse and delicate for a man. They were light and thin. When he frowned, he looked a bit like a guy who had read a lot of books and then did bad things.

But as he held the chocolate Ilya had given him and tried to unwrap it with his bandaged hand, Ilya watched, and that feeling of unease that had been bothering him surged up again.

The giant wolf tilted its large head on the hospital bed, whimpering, and licked Jiang Wenxing's hand, but its tongue could only lick the gauze. The giant wolf sighed with a worried expression.

Jiang Wenxing chuckled, thinking that if he couldn't peel it open, so be it, but his mouth uttered without thinking, "Can I touch it?"

Ilya glanced at him, and Jiang Wenxing immediately changed his tune: "I was just kidding."

Touching a sentinel's spirit body under non-therapeutic conditions is a very private and intimate act.

Ilya paused for a moment, then said, "Jiang Wenxing, you need to protect yourself. Kush doesn't have that many medicines; we can't afford to waste them."

Jiang Wenxing's smile froze at the corners of his mouth, his eyebrows drooped, and the glint in his eyes disappeared. Ilya finished speaking in a businesslike manner. His Mandarin was very good, but it still had some of the flavor of the Tanas language.

Jiang Wenxing seemed to understand, but his initial joy suddenly turned somber, though not sad. Ilya didn't read it aloud. Jiang Wenxing lowered his head, letting Ilya see only the tufts of his hair, and whispered, "I understand."

The words were a bit harsh.

However, new recruits are not used to the new environment, both physically and mentally, and some wounds that seem minor can easily become serious injuries.

You can't stay in Kush if you don't take care of yourself.

He merely gave Jiang Wenxing a warning, which Jiang Wenxing took to heart, but his mood soured.

Ilya is usually very busy, so when something like this happens, he just lets the soldiers calm down on their own. Kush doesn't have any fussy soldiers.

But after taking a few steps, he didn't go any further. He turned back, unwrapped the candy wrapper from Jiang Wenxing's hand, and placed it on the table beside him. His expression was still cold. He glanced at Jiang Wenxing and then led the wolf on patrol.

Jiang Wenxing divided the candy in half, put it aside, and then looked out the window.

Transparent ripples spread through the air, and a little mouse appeared from the shadows, sniffed around, and reached out its tiny paw to pick up half a chocolate.

Both the human and the spirit were quietly looking out the window.

Once outside the infirmary, the giant wolf transformed from a dog into an Arctic wolf, following Ilya closely.

Ilya, with his keen senses, turned around in a flash when he felt the gaze directed at him.

Jiang Wenxing immediately pulled his head back, but accidentally hurt his hand, and the pain almost brought tears to his eyes.

The little mouse blinked its beady black eyes and squeaked.

After resting for about an hour, Jiang Wenxing left the infirmary with his hands wrapped up like rice dumplings. Squad Leader Xiong was outside the infirmary. The burly man from Thanas frowned, and a silver hoop earring the size of an egg swayed slightly on his left ear.

He crossed his arms, glared at Jiang Wenxing, and spoke in a gruff voice.

"Let's eat."

He handed him a metal lunchbox, then Squad Leader Xiong turned and left, ignoring Jiang Wenxing's calls.

Squad Leader Xiong felt that Jiang Wenxing was either doing it on purpose or was just stupid, neither of which he could accept. However, Squad Leader Xiong felt responsible for Jiang Wenxing's injury, so he personally prepared a special meal for him and went back to the mess hall, leaving Jiang Wenxing alone there.

It is estimated that after this incident, Jiang Wenxing will be transferred back to the medical team and will no longer be working in the mess hall.

The cooking squad is not something a mere scholar can handle.

Squad Leader Xiong returned to the boiler room with great composure. Just as he was about to peel a potato, Jiang Wenxing stepped in through the threshold.

"Squad Leader Xiong, I want to grow vegetables in the whole room."

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