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in the dormitory.

Zhang Tianhao was lying in bed, intending to take a nap.

But I couldn't fall asleep, so I got up to wash up and take a shower.

When he took off his clothes, filled the hot water, and prepared to take a shower, he was completely stunned.

Looking at his naked upper body, he could hardly believe his eyes, and even lay back down on the bed without much confidence.

"Maybe I'm waking up the wrong way!"

He closed his eyes again, took a deep breath, opened them again, and sat up.

When he looked at his body again, he felt completely numb.

There were still quite a few lipstick marks on his upper body, as if someone had deliberately kissed him there, or even subjected his body to further abuse.

"Who kissed my whole body like this?"

He felt an urge to curse, and without his knowledge, the other person left hickeys all over his body – lipstick marks.

"Hey, isn't this Nurse Sun's lipstick? How did it end up on me!"

He thought about it for a moment, and couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

When did she leave so many kisses on my body?

As he undressed, he sighed once again.

"You're bullying me!"

He confirmed it once again, and it was the kind of bullying he was being subjected to; no wonder he was so comfortable talking to him.

Xiao Tian was also dragged over to play cards, which was clearly a bit unusual.

He couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it. Anyway, it had already happened, and thinking about it more wouldn't help.

He quickly washed off the marks on his body and watched them disappear one by one before he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"interesting!"

He muttered something to himself, changed into clean clothes, and then let out a satisfied sigh.

I put the clothes directly into the hot water to wash them, wrung them out, and hung them on a clothes rack to dry. I figured they would be dry by evening.

"Dr. Zhang, Dr. Zhang, come out quickly, there's been another accident up ahead!"

Just as he changed his clothes and was getting ready for bed, he heard Nurse Liu's voice coming from the doorway.

He opened the door while still wearing his pajamas.

Then I saw Nurse Liu standing alone at the door, panting heavily.

She had obviously run over from the front, and she had run so fast that she was almost out of breath.

"Nurse Liu, what happened again?"

"A colonel has just been withdrawn from the front lines. He is wounded, and the bullet hit the edge of his heart. Director Miura is not confident and needs you to go and save him."

"The colonel who had retreated from the front lines was shot near the edge of his heart. It was extremely dangerous. Director Miura wasn't confident and came to me, which is why I was able to rest. But I was just too exhausted!"

"There's no other way. The hospital director said that if you can save him, he can give you a permanent position as a doctor!"

"But I haven't rested for over 24 hours, and I can't guarantee I'll succeed!"

Zhang Tianhao also wore a wry smile. After all, he knew his own family's situation. How could he possibly go to save a colonel? He would rather he were dead.

"Dr. Wang, please come over. Also, please change your clothes quickly, otherwise Dr. Miura will get angry, which is something neither you nor I can handle, as you know."

Upon hearing this, Nurse Liu immediately understood Zhang Tianhao's intentions. She put on a stern face and said seriously, "If we can't save him, we'll probably both be buried with him!"

"This, this, this..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tianhao gave a wry smile.

"Okay, I'll be right there!"

Zhang Tianhao returned to his dormitory, changed into a coat and shoes, and ran ahead. Nurse Liu, watching Zhang Tianhao's actions, couldn't help but let a faint, cold smile creep onto her lips.

Although it was only for a moment, it was still noticed by Zhang Tianhao out of the corner of his eye. Even though she thought she had concealed it well, it still planted a deep thorn in Zhang Tianhao's heart once again.

The two quickly arrived at the operating room and saw Dr. Miura and two other doctors still there helping out.

Upon seeing Zhang Tianhao arrive, Dean Miura immediately stepped aside as the chief surgeon and nodded to him with a serious expression.

Zhang Tianhao also took a deep breath, clearly indicating that this time, he still had to treat the Japanese colonel's wounds.

However, when he looked at the colonel, his gaze was momentarily strange, but he quickly recovered.

He felt that the colonel was somewhat familiar, but that was all he could recall; he couldn't remember anything else about him.

After all, he must know this person, and have a fairly deep impression of him.

"Dean, who is this?"

"Colonel Shimada!"

"Colonel Shimada must be really amazing!"

"Yes, a graduate of the Imperial Military Academy, an outstanding commander!"

Miura never expected Zhang Tianhao to ask such a question, but he still answered casually and continued to help Zhang Tianhao get the tools.

A dozen minutes later, Zhang Tianhao carefully removed the bullet from the wound and placed it on a tray to the side before letting out a sigh of relief.

Then they began to stitch up the wound, carefully treating it.

Meanwhile, Miura watched the entire surgical procedure of Zhang Tianhao.

Zhang Tianhao's hands were quite steady during surgery, especially his handling of the bullets, which was both careful and precise. People from Song were almost born to do this job.

"Dr. Wang, congratulations on completing another remarkable surgery."

"No, no, but we have to be extremely careful during the surgery, otherwise it's really hard to say. We can't deviate even a fraction of an inch, or it could cause irreversible secondary damage."

"This is also the area I was least confident about, Dr. Wang. Congratulations, really!"

"Thank you, Dean. I'm a bit too tired. I'll go back and rest for a bit. I haven't slept much for two days and two nights, and I'm still sleepy."

"Okay, okay!"

Dean Miura understood why Zhang Tianhao hadn't slept for two days and two nights, and he had sent people to investigate.

Exhausted, Zhang Tianhao walked straight out of the operating room.

"Oh, right, Dean, don't forget to give the colonel his anti-inflammatory medication. Without it, once the inflammation gets serious, even the most skilled doctor might not be able to save him."

"Yes, anti-inflammatory medicine!"

Suddenly, Dean Miura seemed to realize something and paused for a moment before immediately arranging for someone to prepare anti-inflammatory medication.

"Um, Dean, our anti-inflammatory medicine was stolen last night. We don't have a single dose now, what are we going to do!"

"What? There's no more anti-inflammatory medicine?"

Dr. Miura then realized that there really wasn't any anti-inflammatory medication left, and the entire hospital was completely out of them.

"Go get the medicine immediately, use traditional Chinese medicine to reduce the inflammation, and then it's up to Colonel Shimada's fate!"

The thought of not having anti-inflammatory drugs gave Miura a headache; it was almost like a death sentence.

"Dean, I'll go and prepare the medicine now!"

Upon hearing this, the doctor immediately went outside, followed by Nurse Liu, who rushed to the pharmacy to get a dose of anti-inflammatory medicine.

However, Zhang Tianhao, who had stepped outside, also overheard the conversation inside the operating room, and a cold smile crept onto his lips.

As for the anti-inflammatory drugs, he had already taken them. These traditional Chinese medicines are not something that just anyone can use.

Based on his understanding of Colonel Shimada's physical condition, ordinary anti-inflammatory treatment would be ineffective. On the contrary, it might even cause more serious inflammation. (End of Chapter)