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

Zhang Guohua, clutching the palm-sized piece of paper, jogged through the military district chief's corridor.

The soles of the leather shoes made a loud, clattering sound as they tapped on the terrazzo floor.

The door to the logistics department office was half-open, and a strong aroma of jasmine tea wafted out.

Section Chief Zhou leaned back in his rattan chair, his legs crossed and propped up on the edge of his desk.

He was holding an enamel mug in his left hand and a copy of "Reference News" in his right, engrossed in reading it.

Zhang Guohua pushed the door open and entered, but Old Zhou didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Dean Zhang, what's the matter?"

"Old Zhou, that abandoned clothing factory warehouse in Heping Lane, isn't that under your jurisdiction?"

Old Zhou blew away the foam on the tea leaves, slowly took a sip, and said, "It's mine."

"I need to use it."

"Use it?" Old Zhou put down his newspaper, finally lifting his eyelids. "That place has been abandoned for almost two years, the doors and windows are rotten to the bone. What do you want to do here?"

"Placement of people".

"Who should we accommodate?"

"More than seventy medical students."

Old Zhou's teacup remained frozen in mid-air.

Two seconds later, he slammed his teacup down: "Old Zhang, what kind of joke are you talking about? That shabby place is drafty from all sides. You want some high-achieving kid to live there? Who can take responsibility if something happens?"

Zhang Guohua, too lazy to waste words, simply slapped the note on his desk.

See for yourself.

Old Zhou impatiently picked up the note and glanced at it casually.

First line: Temporary requisition procedures for the warehouse of the clothing factory in Heping Lane.

The second line: The rent will be deducted from Gu Zheng's personal allowance on a monthly basis.

The third line is a flamboyant signature: Gu Zheng.

Old Zhou's hand trembled, and with a "clatter," the teacup slammed onto the table, spilling tea everywhere.

"Commander Gu...?"

Zhang Guohua crossed his arms, his mouth practically stretched to his ears in a wide grin: "Yes, she's the wife of Dr. Ye Zhen from our main hospital."

Old Zhou suddenly jumped up from the rattan chair.

I hurriedly grabbed a rag to wipe the table, afraid that tea stains would get on that precious note.

"Will the rent be deducted from his allowance?"

"That's right, so what are you dawdling for?" Zhang Guohua urged.

Old Zhou swallowed hard, his expression instantly turning serious.

"Dean Zhang, this man has spoken, and I will definitely cooperate fully! But this warehouse is military property after all, and we can't just take the keys with a note. The procedures must be in accordance with the rules, otherwise, if the higher-ups check the accounts later, we'll both be in deep trouble."

Zhang Guohua frowned: "How long will that take? I need it urgently, while the students are still starving in the square!"

Old Zhou grabbed his peaked cap, pulled it over his head, and dragged Zhang Guohua by the arm, rushing outside: "Come with me! Today, I, Old Zhou, will personally run errands for you; this will be handled as a special case!"

Over the next hour, Zhang Guohua truly witnessed what "Commander Gu's hardcore prestige" meant.

Old Zhou led him, jogging through the military headquarters building.

Check the ledgers and have someone approve and sign them.

With all green lights on, no one dared to get stuck.

The approval process, which usually takes ten days to half a month, was completed by Lao Zhou, who managed to get Zhang Guohua through the entire process in less than fifty minutes by using facial recognition and that piece of paper.

Finally, running back to the office, Old Zhou pulled out a red inkpad covered in dust.

With a "smack," the approval form was stamped with a large, bright red seal.

Holding the still-warm approval document, Zhang Guohua couldn't help but exclaim, "Old Zhou, last time I asked you to approve the stoves for the canteen kitchen, you made me run around three times."

Old Zhou wiped the sweat from his brow and said with a forced smile, "Old Zhang, how can these be the same? That stove is a stove, but this note... that's a visiting card from the King of Hell!"

He turned around and took a large bunch of rusty keys from the nails on the wall; they were as heavy as iron chains.

There are three in total: the main gate, the east row, and the west row.

As he handed over the keys, Old Zhou clenched his fists tightly and whispered, "Old Zhang, that yard is in a really bad state. If Commander Gu goes to see it and isn't satisfied, you have to put in a good word for me. I've risked my life to get these paperwork done."

Zhang Guohua snatched the keys and proudly waved the note: "Don't worry about it."

Old Zhou watched Zhang Guohua's rounded back as he quickly walked away.

He couldn't help but mutter, "These days, a note is more effective than an armor-piercing bullet."

……

2 PM, at the main hospital's outpatient building plaza.

The early spring sun was chilly, offering no warmth whatsoever.

More than seventy medical students have assembled.

The formation was a bit crooked, not as neat as a military square, but everyone stood straight, their eyes shining.

Li Hong stood in the first row.

Lin Yi stood next to her, his Zhongshan suit sleeves rolled up, revealing a section of his slender wrist.

A deep, rumbling engine roared from afar.

A military green jeep led the way, followed closely by two Jiefang brand trucks.

The three vehicles roared across the concrete road, then came to an abrupt stop right in front of the convoy.

The car door opened, and Gu Zheng jumped out of the car with a long stride.

Today he changed into a camouflage training uniform, his military cap pulled low, and a leather belt around his waist.

He exuded a cold and aloof aura that kept strangers at bay.

The truck came to a stop, and the canvas awning at the back was bulging, its contents unknown.

Zhang Guohua got out of the passenger seat of the jeep, the bunch of keys in his hand rattling loudly.

"Is everyone here?"

Lin Yi announced loudly, "All seventy-one people are present!"

Zhang Guohua nodded in satisfaction and looked at Gu Zheng.

Gu Zheng walked to the front of the line, his cold gaze sweeping across the entire area.

"Get in the car."

No one asked a single unnecessary question. The seventy-odd people quickly split into two groups and climbed onto the truck bed by stepping on the tires.

The convoy restarted.

After exiting the west gate of the main hospital, we made several turns and finally stopped at the end of Heping Lane.

A rusty iron gate blocked my view.

The heavy iron chain was wrapped around the padlock three times, and the padlock had rusted into a large lump of iron.

Zhang Guohua tried to poke the key for a long time, but it was completely stuck.

"Is this lock dead?"

Gu Zheng stepped forward, grabbed the key with one hand, and suddenly twisted his wrist.

With a crisp "click," the lock opened.

The moment the iron gate was pushed open, a piercing scraping sound broke the silence.

The scene behind the door was a visual shock to these privileged young people.

Half-person-high withered grass grew wildly and almost filled the entire yard.

The roots of miscellaneous trees that were growing out of the cracks in the brickwork had cracked the flat ground.

There were eight single-story houses on the east side, two of which had collapsed roofs, and gray tiles were scattered all over the ground.

All the windows on the west side were shattered, and the rotten wooden window frames were clanging against the wall in the cold wind.

Large areas of the wall plaster have peeled off, revealing the dark bricks underneath.

The air was filled with a damp, musty smell mixed with the sour stench of rotting dry grass.

The entire room fell silent.

No one took a step.

Li Hong stared at the patch of weeds for three seconds, then turned to look at Lin Yi.

Lin Yi remained silent, his lips pressed into a straight line.

There was a full ten-second silence.

Gu Zheng stood on the steps and blew a short, piercing military whistle.

The truck's tailgates fell down in unison.

Thirty fully armed engineering soldiers swiftly jumped down.

The military boots landed with a dull thud.

Line up, stand at attention, and keep the movement within five seconds.

The supplies inside the carriage were also fully revealed.

Cement and lime powder were piled up like small mountains, wooden planks and strips were neatly stacked, and there were rolls of wire, boxes of nails and a large stack of brand-new glass next to them.

Gu Zheng raised his hand and pointed to the shockingly dilapidated ruins behind him.

His voice was icy, echoing throughout the entire venue.

"From this moment on, there are no college students here, only new recruits!"

"I'm giving you three days. I want to see a standard camp that people can live in."

He paused for a moment, his sharp gaze piercing every young face.

"Even dust can hold sparks, and the ordinary can give rise to legends! If you want to use a scalpel to save lives, you must first learn to endure hardship."

"If you can't even handle these few handfuls of withered grass, then turn around and get out of here! Nobody's stopping you from going back to being young masters and misses!"

A cold wind swept through the desolate courtyard, making the broken wooden door creak.

No one moved, and no one turned around.

Li Hong took a deep breath and was the first to step forward, stomping heavily into the waist-high weeds.