This cake is really big and round.
Song Yun made an expression of being somewhat moved, but also hesitant and conflicted, looking like she couldn't make a decision.
Nissen's smile deepened. "A beauty like Miss Song should stay in our country, America, and enjoy life, rather than living in humiliation in a place like China where there's no freedom at all. Here, you'll enjoy unprecedented respect. As long as you serve sincerely, I can even recommend you to the military. With your abilities, Miss Song, it won't be difficult for you to become a general in the future."
Oh, this cake is bigger than the moon.
Song Yun pretended to have made up her mind and asked Nissen, "Do you mean what you said?"
"Of course, I have the final say in everything here."
Song Yun finally nodded, "Okay, I agree to join, but I hope you can fulfill your promise."
Nissen extended his hand to Song Yun again, "Welcome aboard, Miss Song."
Song Yun reached out and shook hands lightly with Nissen. She resisted the urge to wipe her hands and forced a smile. "I'll go in and check on the patient."
Nissen made a gesture to invite her in, and after Song Yun went in, he followed her in.
Only after entering the small cell did I see the face of the person on the bed clearly. It was a Chinese face. Looking at the gray hair, I thought he was at least fifty years old. But when I saw his face, I found that he was at most in his early forties.
Song Yun stood by the bed and took the pulse of the unconscious man first.
The man was very thin, not a bit thin on his face or body, just skin and bones. Before taking his pulse, she thought he was sick or injured. After taking his pulse, she found out that it was not the case at all.
The man's body was weak and on the verge of death.
It's not an illness or an injury, it's just caused by excessive malnutrition.
To put it bluntly, I'm just hungry.
There is a stand for hanging an IV in the room, and it seems that he is relying on nutritional injections to survive.
Nissen asked, "Miss Song, can you cure him?"
Song Yun nodded. "Although it's a bit tricky, I think I can cure him. But I want to ask, why did he become like this?"
Nissen curled his lips, his eyes full of sarcasm. "This has nothing to do with you. You just need to do your job well. Don't meddle in other matters, and don't ask too many questions."
Song Yun resisted the urge to give him a big slap and smiled, "Okay, Mr. Nissen."
Neeson was very satisfied with Song Yun's attitude. "Tell Jack what you need, and he will give you everything you need." A young man came in, saluted Neeson, and then looked at Song Yun, sizing her up unscrupulously.
Song Yun also looked at him unscrupulously, her eyes full of ridicule.
Jack frowned. Although the oriental woman in front of him was not beautiful, her eyes made him uncomfortable.
Neeson said, "I have other things to do. You can ask Jack to arrange anything for you."
Nissen said and then disappeared.
Song Yun watched Neeson leave, then turned to look at Jack, a young and inexperienced man.
"Give me paper and pen. I need a lot of things. Please prepare them and send them over as soon as possible."
Jack asked someone outside to bring in paper and pen, and watched Song Yun write a whole page of words, all in Chinese characters, which he didn't recognize.
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