"Why don't you say something? What's going on?!"
Seeing Lao Bai's anxious expression, Luo Wenyuan explained calmly:
"Newly discovered, with healing abilities and mixed attributes."
Old Bai couldn't sit still any longer, grinding the millstones in the room with his hands behind his back. "Wen Yuan, I think this psychic is something special. I've been treating my injuries for a year with no improvement, and he healed them in less than a week. It's incredible! Shouldn't he..."
Lao Bai was just about to ask whether he wanted to make contact and bring people into Qilin when he was stopped by Luo Wenyuan.
"Stop, she's still young and doesn't understand anything, don't scare her!"
"Young? You joined Qilin at the age of 13, and Batur even earlier. There are several minors in the team now, and they are all doing well, right? So age is not a problem! Go on, besides her healing ability, what other abilities does she have?"
Luo Wenyuan looked at Bai Hezheng and said in a cold voice, "Uncle Bai, she's not a combat type. She doesn't even know much about people with special abilities. Don't try to get close to her."
Bai Hezheng refused to give up and continued to persuade him, "Wen Yuan, I'm not asking him to charge into battle. His healing abilities are superior to mine. If he could work for Qilin, he could save countless special forces lives! Besides, the reward for working for Qilin is also very generous. How do you know he wouldn't want to do it?"
Luo Wenyuan was about to refuse, but suddenly remembered that Chen Qingshan had once told him that he wanted "clients who are not short of money", so he didn't say anything absolute: "I will talk to her about Qilin when I have the chance, and see what she thinks."
"That's right, let me know as soon as you get the results! Okay, I have something else to do. You rest now, I'm leaving."
Luo Wenyuan's injury healed, and Bai Hezheng finally felt relieved. He planned to return to Qilin to deal with the pile of accumulated documents. Zhaxi followed Bai Hezheng and sent him downstairs.
"Haha, Zhaxi, it was me, Old Bai, who misunderstood you. I apologize to you, but you don't have to write a self-criticism, ha—!"
When they came downstairs, Bai Hezheng put his arm around Zhaxi's shoulders, took a thief's look upstairs, and pushed him into a corner.
"Zhaxi, you are Wenyuan's orderly, so you must know who treated him, right? Come on, tell me in detail——"
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Fatty Hong was ecstatic this week because he'd lost weight, and at a rate of pounds. There was an old-fashioned scale in the operating room, originally used for weighing pork, and Fatty Hong was standing on it, nervously and expectantly watching Xiao Mao add weights and adjust the scale.
"Hey, alright, alright, let's see how much!"
"Oh my! Squad leader, I've lost another five pounds!"
"Oh my God, squad leader, you've lost 23 pounds this week! If that were pork, it would be a huge piece!"
"Bah, Xiao Mao, how can you use a metaphor like that? How can our squad leader be the same as a pig? How can pork be as fat as the squad leader?"
"Go! Go! Go--!"
"Amazing! This classmate Chen is amazing!"
Hong Tao rubbed his hands excitedly, and the acne on his face became even redder.
"Five pounds lighter! That's great! That's great!"
Xuan Xuan, Li Lulu and Wu Jiaying also thought it was amazing that he lost so much weight in a week, and they gathered around Hong Pang to watch the fun with laughter.
"That's right. Qingshan comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners and has been learning medicine since childhood. Can't she cure the disease with just one medicine?" Xuan Xuan took the opportunity to flatter Qingshan.
"Oh, so he comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, with a long tradition of learning. No wonder—Hey, here he comes! Class monitor, classmate Chen is here!"
As Qingshan entered the operating room, he saw a group of people gathered around a scale. He knew that they were weighing Fatty Hong again.
"Captain Hong, how much weight have you lost?"
Hong Tao now looked at Qingshan as if he had met a relative, smiling so hard that his teeth were showing: "You've lost another five pounds!"
"Yeah, not bad, keep taking the medicine."
Qingshan pulled a can of brown medicinal juice from his bag and handed it to Hong Tao. Hong Tao finally realized the magic of Chinese medicine and no longer dared to say it was just a piece of cake. He opened the can and drank the medicine in a few gulps.
"Captain Hong, keep exercising and make sure you get enough calcium!"
“Alright—!”
Now Chen Qingshan’s words are like an imperial decree, how could Fatty Hong dare not disobey.
"Okay, you guys go ahead and do your work, I have to go to the kitchen to help out!"
Just as Qingshan was about to leave, he saw Zhaxi running towards him. Seeing Qingshan, his eyes lit up: "Student Chen, I've been looking for you everywhere!"
"Zhaxi, what's going on?"
"A few leaders have come to the headquarters and want to stay for dinner today. The kitchen doesn't have enough vegetables, so I need you to run some errands for me—!"
In order to ensure freshness, the vegetables in the kitchen are delivered once a day, so it is indeed a bit tight for the sudden guests to eat.
"Okay, I get it. Give me the menu and I'll go right away."
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