After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

They will definitely come again tonight.

Gu Zheng's voice echoed in the silent corridor.

Ye Zhen's body was exhausted from the high-intensity surgery, but her brain seemed to be instantly injected with coolant, entering an absolutely calm mode of focus that was even more intense than during the surgery.

She didn't ask "How do you know?" or "Who are they?"

She simply raised her eyes, and there was not a trace of panic in her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, only a clear and cold rationality.

"How do I do it?" she asked.

The question wasn't about what Gu Zheng should do, but rather what the enemy would do.

Gu Zheng tightened his grip on his cane, and for the first time, his gaze towards her held genuine scrutiny and...appreciation.

He thought she would be scared and panicked.

But she didn't. Like a seasoned battlefield medic, she calmly analyzed the enemy's firepower configuration before the artillery fire began.

"Using a gun directly would be too noisy; this is a hospital." Gu Zheng's voice was extremely low. "The cleanest way is to let him 'die' from postoperative complications."

Ye Zhen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she understood instantly. She immediately replied, "High potassium, air embolism, change the medication, or... remove the tube."

Each of the methods she described only took a few seconds to cause a fatal outcome, and was extremely difficult to trace afterward.

Standing behind Gu Zheng, Xiao Wang felt a chill run down his spine. He thought that this Dr. Ye knew more about killing than the enemy, and had simply taken her profession to the extreme! What an amazing teammate!

"So," Ye Zhen looked at the closed door of the ICU, her tone as calm as if she were discussing the weather, "the person lying inside now is both a time bomb and a sitting duck."

Gu Zheng didn't say anything, but gave Xiao Wang a look.

Xiao Wang immediately stood at attention: "Yes, sir!"

In less than ten minutes, the entire ICU ward took a dramatic turn.

A sanitation worker pushing a cleaning cart and wiping the floor with his head down, the tendons in his wrists were taut like steel bars as he passed the corner of the corridor.

Two new "nurses" were handing over duties at the nurses' station. Their movements while flipping through the notebooks were very amateurish, but the angles at which their eyes scanned the surveillance cameras were as precise as if they had calculated it.

Even behind the potted plant at the entrance of the ICU, the patient's family member who was pretending to doze off sat with a posture that suggested he could suddenly attack someone at any moment.

Ye Zhen noticed it.

These people are the "special operations medical team" that Gu Zheng mentioned.

They disguised themselves very well, but the ruthless killing intent that emanated from their very bones could not be concealed even by white coats.

"You..." Ye Zhen was about to say something.

"Go and rest." Gu Zheng interrupted her directly, his tone domineering. "Your mission is complete."

He had a cot moved to the empty duty room next door and put it there for her.

Ye Zhen glanced at the bed, then at Gu Zheng, and shook her head: "He is my patient. I won't leave until I hand him over to the next doctor."

This is her bottom line in her profession.

The two stared at each other, and it felt as if electricity was crackling in the air.

Finally, it was Gu Zheng who looked away first.

"Whatever." He squeezed out the two words through gritted teeth, then turned and went into the temporary command room.

Damn, this woman is even more stubborn than me!

The night grew deeper and deeper.

Inside the hospital, all was quiet except for the footsteps of the staff on duty.

Time passed second by second, and the clock struck midnight.

Nothing happened.

Just as everyone's nerves relaxed slightly—

"Snapped!"

Without warning, all the lights on the entire floor went out!

In the ICU, the alarms of all the monitors blared sharply, then fell silent for a moment before the backup power came on.

Darkness, pitch-black darkness.

coming!

Ye Zhen's heart tightened, but her actions were faster than her thoughts! Ignoring the power supply, she rushed to the bedside, grabbed the makeshift breathing bag from the head of the bed in the dark, and placed it on the patient's face, squeezing it repeatedly to supply oxygen.

This method is the most primitive, but also the most reliable!

Just then, the ICU door was flung open, and a blurry figure of a "nurse" rushed in, her voice urgent and panicked: "It's terrible! The backup power has short-circuited too! I'm here to give the patient a heart stimulant!"

She lunged at the patient's IV line as she shouted, the syringe in her hand gleaming coldly in the darkness, looking like the fangs of a viper!

Ye Zhen's pupils contracted sharply.

She wanted to stop them, but both her hands were busy saving the patient's life, so she couldn't free her hands at all!

In the blink of an eye!

"Ouch!"

A dramatic scream.

The "cleaner" who had been wiping the floor with her head down seemed to be tripped by the flustered "nurse." With a "bang," she, along with the bucket and mop, crashed precisely into the fake nurse's leg!

The fake nurse let out a muffled groan and fell forward, the syringe in her hand flying out with a clang and rolling into the corner of the wall.

Almost at the same moment!

"Bang!" "Crack!"

Two muffled thuds and a clear cracking sound came from the electrical room at the end of the corridor.

Immediately afterwards, the lights on the entire floor suddenly came back on with a "whoosh"!

Inside the ICU, a fake nurse was pinned to the ground with her hands tied behind her back by a fake cleaner, unable to move. Her nurse's cap was askew, revealing a face contorted with pain and terror.

Ye Zhen recognized the face; she had seen it during the day—it belonged to one of the secretaries who followed Political Commissar Zhang.

At the entrance of the power distribution room, Xiao Wang dragged out a knocked-out "electrician" and nodded to Gu Zheng, who was standing at the entrance of the command room.

Caught red-handed, a perfect double kill.

Gu Zheng walked in step by step, leaning on his cane.

He didn't even look at the two useless people on the ground, or even at the medical equipment on the hospital bed that was stabilizing.

His gaze remained fixed on Ye Zhen from beginning to end.

She remained bent over, pressing the breathing bag, her forehead streaked with sweat, clinging to her pale cheeks. Her eyes, which had been burning from staying up all night, were bloodshot, yet surprisingly bright.

It's like the only spark still burning in a desolate ruin.

Gu Zheng's heart was struck hard by this light.

He walked over and took the breathing bag from her hand.

His hand covered hers. Warm, dry, and with an undeniable, domineering force.

Ye Zhen was so exhausted that she lost her grip and swayed, but he caught her.

"Leave the rest to me." Gu Zheng looked at her, his voice low and hoarse.

Ye Zhen didn't insist any further; she knew the battle was over.

She leaned against the wall, watching Gu Zheng's men drag the two assassins away like dead dogs, and watching them take out professional tools and carefully seal the syringe in the corner for evidence.

Everything is silent and efficient.

The turmoil subsided.

After finishing everything, Gu Zheng returned to the ICU.

He walked up to Ye Zhen and looked down at her tired profile.

"The truck that hit Team Leader Ji," he suddenly said, his voice not loud, but every word was firm, "the brake lines weren't broken."

Ye Zhen was taken aback, looked up, her eyes full of confusion.

In Gu Zheng's dark eyes, a storm was raging, and his voice was deep and dangerous, like the scraping sound of a knife before it is drawn from its sheath.

"The brake lines were corroded by a special chemical solvent. That stuff is only found in one place in the entire North City Military Region."

He paused, a cold smile spreading across his face, and slowly, deliberately, threw out his final trump card.

"The Logistics Department of the Military Region—Political Commissar Zhang's territory."