Chapter 40 — You Believe Whatever He Says?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Oh? You don't know? That young man Wei Zhao—he could clearly have dodged the robber's bullet, but he saw there was a girl behind him, and if he'd dodged, that girl would have been the one to suffer. So he stood his ground and took the shot." Sun Weimin praised him lavishly. "A young man with such a sense of justice and compassion—I've never met one before."
Qiu Lingshan frowned. Really? Was this a storybook? And besides, could a bullet be dodged just because Wei Zhao willed it? She herself had been a special forces instructor—even she would not dare guarantee that she could dodge a bullet. Was Wei Zhao better than she was? Qiu Lingshan simply could not believe it. "Dr. Sun, who did you hear this from?"
"From Wei Zhao himself," Sun Weimin said.
"He told you himself?" Qiu Lingshan was taken aback. You believe him just because he says so? He's pulling your leg. I could say I can kill an elephant with one punch—would anyone believe that?
Sun Weimin could see Qiu Lingshan's skepticism too, and he smiled. "That young man had his bullet removed without any anesthetic, and he never uttered a single sound of pain. On the strength of that kind of fortitude alone, I believe what he says."
Sun Weimin had plenty of other things to attend to, after all, so he could not chat with Qiu Lingshan indefinitely. After a few more words he walked off, and Qiu Lingshan pushed open the door and entered Wei Zhao's ward.
Wei Zhao had originally meant to swing his legs off the bed and leave at once, but that would have been too shocking to the world—after all, the wound was on his leg, not his arm—so he put on a show and lay back down on the hospital bed.
"Wei Zhao, can we do the statement now?" For some reason, seeing Wei Zhao lying there with one leg crossed, Qiu Lingshan felt he looked especially deserving of a beating.
"Go ahead." Lying on the bed, Wei Zhao looked up at Qiu Lingshan from below, and only then discovered that from this angle, with that figure... she could give that ** actress he'd watched this morning a run for her money. And on closer inspection, Qiu Lingshan was actually quite pretty. Mm... uniform fetish...
Perhaps sensing that something was off in Wei Zhao's gaze, Qiu Lingshan instinctively followed his eyes down to her own body—and her face flushed red at once.
Years of high-intensity training had made Qiu Lingshan's breasts develop exceptionally well—so well they were almost a burden. Without a bra, they bounced with every step, which she found extremely inconvenient. She had even considered liposuction, but on reflection it was too humiliating, so she let it go.
In the special forces it had been fine—under iron discipline, no one paid attention to Qiu Lingshan's chest, so she hadn't much minded. But after she entered the workforce, she often had to carry out missions in plainclothes, and frequently went in and out of places where all sorts mingled. That made her uncomfortable; there were always men sizing her up with lecherous eyes, and she wanted to kick them to death.
But what Qiu Lingshan had not expected was that she was in uniform, and Wei Zhao still dared to stare at her like that. Utterly unforgivable. Qiu Lingshan gave a cold snort, sat down in the chair beside Wei Zhao's bed, and began to ponder how to give this brat a little punishment...
Then she suddenly thought of the wound on his leg, and a plan came to mind...
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