The adjutant and the division commander had a contest: they took off their pants and saw who could ejaculate first in front of Yi Mu's face.
The adjutant was young and couldn't hold back; he surrendered within two minutes.
The division commander mocked him, "Brother, you're no good."
The adjutant smeared the substance all over Yi Mu's face, his eyes filled with the pleasure of revenge.
Yi Mu remained expressionless, sitting motionless in his chair.
The adjutant disliked his cold expression, so he patted Yimu's face.
"Don't keep a cold face. I'll feed you something good in a bit. Give me a smile now."
Yi Mu seemed dead; his eyes didn't even blink.
Enraged, the adjutant grabbed Yi Mu by the hair and slapped him twice across the face.
"What are you so high and mighty about! Get your facts straight. You're in my hands now, clinging to Zeng Guangzhao every day. He's got you all used by him, hasn't he?"
The division commander chimed in, "That's right, she's a born whore who's been fucked, what's with the pretense of being high and mighty?"
The adjutant asked again, "Are you smiling or not?"
Yimu closed his eyes.
The adjutant's face turned cold, and without hesitation, he pressed the button to the highest setting.
As soon as Zeng Guangzhao stepped inside, he heard a heart-wrenching scream.
His heart skipped a beat, and he felt a sharp pain.
He ran outside at the fastest speed he could ever go and kicked the door open.
Upon seeing the scene before him, Zeng Guangzhao's eyes widened in fury.
His hands trembled so badly that he failed to blow the adjutant and the division commander's heads off with a single shot; one was hit in the shoulder blade, and the other in the ear.
The adjutant and the division commander fell to the ground. Zeng Guangzhao picked up the remote control from the ground and pressed it several times before turning it off.
Imu, who had been convulsing in the chair, stopped, and his screams and breathing ceased.
Zeng Guangzhao knelt in front of the chair, his bandaged hands trembling uncontrollably, as he carefully and cautiously reached for Yi Mu's posterior vein.
I don't know how long it will take—ten minutes, an hour, or even a century.
Zeng Guangzhao felt the beating pulse, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Thank you for being alive!
sorry!
I deserve to die!
He untied the bandages binding Yimu's hands and feet and picked him up.
It's so light, much lighter than it was on the battlefield, frighteningly light.
Lone Wolf arrived with his brothers. Zeng Guangzhao looked at the two men rolling on the ground and coldly ordered, "Arrest them and lock them up. No torture allowed. Anyone who pleads for them should be shot dead. I'll take the blame."
Yimu fell into a deep coma and was rushed to the military hospital, where he was immediately taken into the operating room.
Zeng Guangzhao sat anxiously outside the cold corridor.
The surgery didn't take long, and Yimu was quickly wheeled out. The doctor's expression was very serious.
Zeng Guangzhao chased after the cart to the ward and watched as the medical staff lifted Yimu onto the bed and put it on an IV drip.
Zeng Guangzhao stood in front of the hospital bed, looking at the dirt on Yi Mu's face, and ran to the nurse to ask for a basin and a washcloth.
Yi Mu is extremely clean; he cannot tolerate even the slightest dirt on himself.
The doctor waited at the door, trying several times to speak to Zeng Guangzhao.
Zeng Guangzhao acted as if he couldn't see him, busying himself with wiping Yi Mu's face and feet and changing him into clean clothes.
Once the water became clear and no longer murky, Yimu's appearance returned to normal.
If it weren't for his deathly pale face, he would have looked as if he were asleep.
The doctor had other things to do and didn't have time to waste with Zeng Guangzhao.
He walked into the ward and, regardless of whether Zeng Guangzhao wanted to listen or not, told him all about Yi Mu's condition.
"This officer suffered a severe electric shock, resulting in serious damage to his brain nerves. If he does not wake up in a short period of time, we should prepare him to become a vegetable."
The words "vegetative state" weighed heavily on Zeng Guangzhao's back, like a mountain collapsing with its weight.
He stared at Yimu's face on the hospital bed, covered his face in anguish, and burst into tears.
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