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

As soon as the box was steadily lifted onto the military truck, Gu Zheng's expression changed faster than flipping through a comic book.

One second he was an impartial law enforcer standing on the moral high ground, representing the people to judge capitalists; the next second he perfectly transformed into a hospitable neighborhood committee auntie, going from street to street.

Gu Zheng strode forward, grabbed Parker's terrified, icy right hand with both hands, and shook it violently up and down, with such force that he almost dislocated the Englishman's wrist.

"Comrade Parker, you're a rare gem!" Gu Zheng exclaimed with a beaming smile, his voice brimming with enthusiasm that sent shivers down our spines. "Your selfless, altruistic internationalist spirit, dedicated to the health of all humanity, has moved us to tears!"

He shook Parker's hand vigorously while pounding his chest with conviction.

"Don't worry, when I get back, I'll have the neighborhood committee ladies tie the biggest and brightest red flower out of red silk overnight and do everything they can to mail it to you in London to properly commend your outstanding contribution!" Gu Zheng said with great seriousness, as if he really wanted to establish Parker as a living Lei Feng model who had traveled across the ocean to China.

Parker's hand ached from the gripping force, and his bones creaked slightly.

His face was ashen, his teeth clenched, and he couldn't utter a single coherent word. All he wanted was to pull his hand back and spread his wings to escape this heartbreaking place that had caused him such a loss.

Seeing that the foreigner remained silent, Gu Zheng put his kindness to the extreme, personally strolling over to the back of the Volga sedan and gracefully opening the door for Parker.

"Come on, come on, get in the car quickly. I see that your heavy luggage has been 'streamlined' by now, so the journey back will definitely be spacious and comfortable." Gu Zheng leaned against the car door, loudly urging people on in a tone of a host seeing off guests.

Not only that, he pointed to the large truck with military license plates in front of him and made an even more dangerous suggestion.

"Mr. Parker, to demonstrate our friendship between China and foreign countries, should I send this truck to escort you to the Capital Airport with great fanfare? And let the people along the way admire the grandeur of your donation of equipment?" Gu Zheng looked at Lin Qi with a smile, waiting for him to translate.

When Lin Qi heard that they would be escorted with gongs and drums, his scalp tingled with fear.

If military vehicles were to follow behind with gongs and drums all the way, who knows how many onlookers they would attract? Those guys would be drowned in the spittle of the Chinese people today!

After hearing the translation, Parker was so terrified that he completely forgot about the last shred of dignity of the British Empire.

He bent down and bowed deeply to Gu Zheng at an angle of over ninety degrees: "Mr. Gu, please wait! We really don't need your escort; we can go to the airport ourselves!"

As Parker shouted, he scrambled into the carriage like a refugee and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

Van der Hearst and Lynch quickly scrambled into the car like eels, frantically pounding on the driver's seat, urging the already terrified driver in front to step on the gas.

Gu Zheng straightened his clothes, turned around, gestured to the enthusiastic crowd, and loudly began to smooth things over: "Fellow neighbors! Please calm down! It was a misunderstanding! These foreign comrades were indeed a bit slow to react at first, but after our thorough criticism and education, they realized their mistake! And now, to support our country's modernization efforts, they've voluntarily donated all the advanced medical equipment they brought to the Military General Hospital!"

Gu Zheng's words, which were both dismissive and offensive, left the crowd looking at each other in bewilderment before erupting into even louder cheers.

"Oh, so that's what happened! Those foreigners are pretty sensible!" The old man rang the bell on his old bicycle. "Well, we should show some magnanimity and give them a round of applause!"

The Volga sedan spewed a thick plume of black smoke from its exhaust pipe and scurried away like a stray dog ​​amidst the swirling yellow dust. The foreigners inside didn't even have the courage to glance back at the expensive instrument.

The elderly people watching, seeing the foreigners fleeing in such a disheveled state, all stood by the roadside clapping and cheering.

"The PLA comrades did a really great job! They really made us Chinese people proud today!" An elderly woman carrying a shopping basket gave Gu Zheng a thumbs up.

Gu Zheng smiled and waved to everyone, then smugly strode onto the passenger side of the truck laden with spoils.

"Drive back to the hospital!" Gu Zheng waved his hand and took out the half-pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his military uniform pocket, lighting one for himself.

The truck bumped along the uneven dirt road smoothly. Gu Zheng leaned back in the faux leather seat, happily humming "Returning from Target Practice." Carrying these two large boxes of priceless treasures, he was practically bubbling with joy.

Half an hour later, the military truck, kicking up dust from its journey, came to a steady stop in the small square below the special clinic of the North City Military Region General Hospital.

Gu Zheng jumped off the truck with a flourish and directed Xiao Wang to carefully unload the box containing the blood flow dynamics device from the truck bed and carry it into the spacious lobby on the first floor of the military hospital.

Doctors and nurses passing by stopped and looked over curiously.

A buzzing sound filled the hall.

Dean Zhou Hai saw the truck outside the window and saw Gu Zheng directing the moving of something. He pushed up his reading glasses and quickly ran down the stairs.

When Xiao Wang pried open the outer protective wooden board, revealing the large, finely crafted metal device inside, Zhou Hai was stunned. He circled the complex instrument, covered in English buttons and tubing, twice, completely bewildered.

"Commander Gu, what... what kind of foreign gadget is this?" Zhou Hai could tell from the workmanship that it was definitely a cutting-edge device, but he really couldn't recognize it. "It looks like it's for monitoring, but I've never seen this model in China."

Gu Zheng crossed his arms and grinned, "How would I know? It was a gift from a foreign guest."

Just as she finished speaking, footsteps echoed from the second-floor stairwell. Ye Zhen, who had just finished an operation and was wearing a white coat, was walking down the stairs with several Chinese and foreign experts, including Williams and Anderson, discussing the case.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the instrument in the center of the hall.

Williams' gaze had just fallen on the instrument when his blue eyes widened in shock, and he nearly stumbled and missed a step.

He walked quickly to the instrument, picked up the instruction manual, and looked at it.

"My God..." Williams took off his reading glasses, rubbed his eyes hard, and his voice trembled violently. "This...this is the Gore-Tex dynamic blood flow monitor that Gore just developed last month?!"

Upon hearing the name, Anderson and Professor Green, who were standing nearby, also gasped and quickly surrounded him.

"You're not mistaken! It's definitely this!" Professor Green swallowed hard, looking at Zhou Hai incredulously. "Dean Zhou, you actually managed to buy this? There are fewer than three of these machines in all of Europe, and they cost over £100,000! And they're practically unavailable; they're not sold to the public at all!"

"Ten thousand pounds?!" Zhou Hai felt a buzzing in his head, and almost fainted. That's an astronomical figure in RMB!

Williams turned his head and stared intently at Gu Zheng, who stood calmly to the side smoking a cigarette, and suddenly understood something. Parker's team must have brought this core equipment to China to "challenge" the company, but now the equipment was sitting perfectly fine in the lobby of the military hospital, while Parker and his team had vanished without a trace.

Could it be that……

Williams and Anderson exchanged a glance, both seeing deep terror in each other's eyes. They now truly understood that this always-smiling Chinese officer was nothing more than a ruthless international thief in uniform, ready to devour anyone without a trace! Not only had Gore been technically humiliated by Ye Zhen on the operating table, but her man had also stripped them of millions of dollars!

Ye Zhen stood on the last few steps, her clear and sharp gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing directly on Gu Zheng, who was putting on a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance.

"Was it too noisy?" Ye Zhen walked up to him and asked in a low voice.

Gu Zheng looked at her, and his eyes, which had previously held a hint of banditry, softened instantly. He took a half step forward and reached out with remarkable ease to straighten the wrinkles on the collar of her white coat.

"Not really. Your man always convinces people with reason." Gu Zheng smiled like a fox who had just stolen some cream. "These good things are all things they 'voluntarily' left behind to serve us after deep reflection and with a heart full of gratitude."

"What are Commander Gu and Dr. Ye talking about?" Professor Green asked Xu Wenqiang, who was translating beside him.

Xu Wenqiang had no choice but to translate what Gu Zheng had just said.

Williams and the others who were listening intently to the translation all shuddered when they heard the word "voluntary".

As Ye Zhen listened to Gu Zheng's self-righteous and absurd reasoning, her lips were about to twitch when she saw Gu Zheng, as if by magic, turn around and pull out a high-grade aluminum alloy first aid kit with a red cross printed on it from behind his back.

"Honey, look at this!" Gu Zheng proudly presented the box to Ye Zhen. "I noticed your wooden medicine box was peeling, so I specially asked those foreign experts to 'show some generosity' and leave you this shockproof and moisture-proof gadget. How about that? Your husband's been a pretty good logistics manager, hasn't he?"

Looking at the expensive imported first-aid kit, and then at the man in front of her who was eagerly waiting for praise, Ye Zhen's coldness completely melted away.

She reached out her fair hand to take the medicine box, and finally couldn't help but smile slightly: "Well, you've done a good job."

The two men smiled at each other in the soft light of the hall, while the British experts beside them trembled and clutched their pockets tightly.