The army leader cast a sharp gaze on their faces: "Such a small matter has made you so depressed. I am so disappointed." He reached out and patted Cheng Haoyu's chest: "You look like this, how can you still be a battalion commander? You are not even qualified to be a soldier."
Cheng Haoyu raised his head and chest and responded solemnly: "Leader, I will definitely reflect on myself and strive to be a qualified soldier. I will not let down the Party, the Communist Party, and your expectations of me."
"I hope you can remember what you said today and write a letter of apology to me immediately." The military leader responded.
After the words fell, Wang Zhi and Cheng Haoyu left separately. The dean glanced at the gloomy military leader and said, "Okay, don't be angry. I have some good tea that was just sent from home. Come and taste it."
The army leader rolled his eyes at him and replied indifferently, "No time. I have something else to take care of."
After the words fell, the army leader turned and left. The dean looked at his back and curled his lips: "Tsk, no time? I can't bear to let you taste it!"
Cheng Haoyu returned home all wet. At this moment, Wang Yun was using crutches, and all the things in the house had been moved.
Cheng Haoyu pushed the door open and was shocked to see the earth-shaking changes in his home.
"You're back?" Wang Yun, beads of sweat on his forehead, turned his head and looked at him with a smile. Seeing his wet and miserable appearance, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he walked over with difficulty: "Haoyu, what's wrong with you? How did you get like this?"
As he spoke, Wang Yun had already started to wipe the water droplets off his face with his sleeve.
Cheng Haoyu cast a sharp gaze at her and pushed her hand away with displeasure: "Who told you to touch my things?"
"Don't you think it's more appropriate to arrange things like this?" Wang Yun asked with a smile. It took her half a day to organize them.
"I said, you lost your left leg for me. I will be responsible for you and take care of your food, clothing and daily life, but there will never be any relationship between us. You are not the mistress of this house, so you are not qualified to touch anything in this house." Cheng Haoyu warned with his eyes wide open.
"Cheng Haoyu, what do you mean? Do you know how hard it is for me to clean up these things?" Wang Yun responded in an unhappy tone.
"I don't know, and I don't want to know. From now on, you are not allowed to touch anything in the house without my permission." After the words fell, Cheng Haoyu brushed past her and walked out of the room with a set of clean clothes.
"Where are you going?" Wang Yun asked from behind, but Cheng Haoyu left without even turning his head.
Wang Yun frowned slightly, sat in the wheelchair in a depressed mood, and sulked alone.
The director had just returned to the military hospital when he ran into Zheng Xinyi, who had been waiting for him. He looked up and asked, "Xinyi, do you have something to talk to me about?"
"Director, aren't military doctors in our military hospital assigned housing? Look at my current situation..."
Before Zheng Xinyi could finish her words, the dean already understood what she meant and responded directly, "I've already arranged a place for you to live. The house next to Dr. Zhao's is vacant, so you can stay there temporarily."
Zheng Xinyi nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, Dean."
"Xinyi, do you need to rest for two days?" the dean asked in a concerned tone.
"No, I'm fine." Zheng Xinyi responded with a smile.
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