I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

The next day, in the infirmary.

Song Jia was wearing a white coat and protective goggles on the bridge of her nose. Instead of holding a stethoscope, she was waving a beaker in her hand.

The liquid in the beaker was clear and transparent, looking no different from plain water, but since it was in her hands, it couldn't possibly be plain water no matter how you looked at it.

"Instructor, is this proportion really correct?" Song Jia asked excitedly.

Chen Zheng leaned against the lab bench, still holding the stainless steel thermos in his hand, and lazily glanced at the water in the cup.

"Be bolder. Medicine, too, has its yin and yang aspects."

"Saving lives is yang, killing lives is yin."

"If you want to snatch someone from the clutches of the King of Hell, you have to know better than the King of Hell how to send someone on their way."

If the political commissar heard this, he would at least accuse Chen Zheng of instigating crime.

But Song Jia's eyes grew brighter and brighter as she listened.

Since the last time she used sulfuric acid to extinguish her inner demons in the warehouse, this girl's mysophobia has been cured, but she is still running wildly down the path of physical exorcism, and no one can stop her.

She took a deep breath and dipped a glass rod into the clear liquid.

pat.

The liquid dripped onto a piece of fresh pork next to it.

There was no hissing or corrosive sound.

But the piece of red and white pork began to collapse and melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just three seconds later.

The fist-sized chunk of flesh slowly disappeared, leaving only a pool of pale red blood.

What's most frightening is that the whole process was eerily quiet.

"Hiss~"

Song Jia gasped, her pupils contracting even through her goggles.

"Colorless and odorless, it can turn a two-pound piece of meat into blood in just a few minutes."

She muttered to herself, a smile involuntarily curving her lips upward, "This is simply... a work of art."

"What should we call him?" Chen Zheng asked.

Song Jia held the water in her hand, her eyes gentle: "Let's call it... Meng Po Soup."

The former raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that this girl had completely ruined her training... oh no, she had succeeded.

From now on, anyone who dares to mess with Mulan's team doctor will probably die without even knowing how.

Just as Song Jia was feeling happy, the system's voice sounded in Chen Zheng's mind right on time.

【Ding! 】

[Team member 'Song Jia' has been detected to have mastered a Grandmaster-level potion recipe!]

[The system has triggered a 100x critical hit reward!]

[Congratulations, host, you have acquired: Prosthetic Body Grafting Technique!]

[Skill Description: The pinnacle of medicine is mechanical ascension. The host can use any material to perfectly graft missing limbs, making them even more functional than before.]

Chen Zheng's grip on the thermos tightened involuntarily.

Holy crap?

What's wrong with the system these past few days? It's been crashing so much.

I was worried about what would happen if these girls lost an arm or a leg during a mission.

Now that we have this skill, even if someone is truly crippled, we can just give them a fire-breathing arm, wouldn't that blew the enemy away?

"Alright, let's clean up the mess."

Chen Zheng was in a good mood and reached out to flick Song Jia's smooth forehead.

"Don't use this stuff carelessly. If you ruin all the pork in the cafeteria, Guo Huaiying will devour you alive."

Song Jia covered her forehead and chuckled, "I know, Instructor! I'll keep it safe!"

Having dealt with the most troublesome issue, Chen Zheng stretched and turned to leave the infirmary.

He no longer has anyone he can tutor separately.

At this time, there was no one left on the training ground outside.

Oh, in the very corner, let's go!

boom! boom! boom!

The dull thuds of impact continued to ring out.

Chen Zheng looked in the direction of the sound.

An Ran was wearing a black sports vest, her whole body was soaked with sweat, and her abs rose and fell violently with her breathing.

She wasn't wearing boxing gloves, her hands were wrapped in bandages, and she was unleashing a furious barrage of punches at the 100-kilogram sandbag in front of her.

"Who has angered Captain An this time?"

Chen Zheng walked over slowly, making a teasing remark.

boom!

An Ran ignored it and delivered a powerful high kick to the sandbag.

She was definitely holding back her anger.

Since the day before yesterday, Chen Zheng has been selecting concubines.

First, he called Meng Yi to the grove, then locked the keyboard in a dark room, and just now he spent a full hour with Song Jia in the infirmary.

So everyone gets a share, but I'm the only one who's superfluous?

I'm the captain!

"Phew~"

An Ran stopped what she was doing, turned around, and gave Chen Zheng a disgruntled look.

"Hey, busy instructor, you finally remembered I'm still the team leader?"

"I thought you'd forgotten about this place."

Chen Zheng wasn't angry; he just smiled and took two steps closer.

"What's wrong? Are you jealous?"

"Who...who's jealous!"

An Ran blushed, immediately bristling with anger. She raised her hand and threw a punch, yelling, "Stop being so presumptuous!"

The punch was fast and fierce, flying straight towards Chen Zheng's face.

If it were someone else, their nose would probably be broken by now.

But Chen Zheng didn't even blink.

Snapped.

He raised his left hand and lightly grasped An Ran's fist.

An Ran felt as if all her strength had been dissipated, and she couldn't pull it back.

"Let go!" she glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed.

Chen Zheng didn't let go; instead, he took a step forward.

"It's not that I don't want to teach you, the key is that you don't need to be taught."

"They have a poor foundation, so they have to rely on external things, on those fancy techniques to make up for it."

As he spoke, his tone became serious.

"Meng Yi practices Xingyi because she is wild and untamed."

"Song Jia practiced poison because she was physically weak."

"Jiang Nan plays with explosives, there's no other way, she just likes doing this."

As he spoke, he extended a finger and gently patted Anran's shoulder.

"But you are different."

"You are An Ran, the captain of this team."

"Do you need to learn all that random stuff?"

An Ran was stunned, staring blankly at him.

Chen Zheng shook his head: "Gunfighting."

"These three words are your path."

"What you need to do is not to learn any new moves, but to master this move to its highest level, to the point of perfection."

"When your bullets can hit their target at will, without even needing to aim."

"What phoenix? What king of soldiers?"

"In your presence, I'm nothing but a clay chicken and a dog!"

Upon hearing this, An Ran's mind went blank.

original……

In his mind, am I that strong?

So it turns out he wasn't ignoring me, but rather had the highest expectations of me?

Looking at the man in front of her, the light in her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Understood?" Chen Zheng asked.

"Understood!"

An Ran nodded vigorously.

She felt incredibly good right now, and couldn't wait to rush out and turn the Phoenix team, whom she hadn't even met yet, into a sieve.

"If you understand, go back to sleep early."

Chen Zheng yawned, unscrewed the thermos, and took a sip. "You're covered in sweat, it's suffocating."

"..."

An Ran's newly formed sense of emotion shattered instantly.

"Chen! Zheng!"

She gritted her teeth and clenched her fist. "Don't think that just because you're my instructor I won't dare hit you!"

Chen Zheng chuckled, turned around and waved, "I'm leaving."