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

An Ran dragged her numb right arm toward the figure whose back was to everyone.

She stopped and straightened her body as she walked behind Chen Zheng.

"Reporting, instructor."

Chen Zheng slowly turned around.

He was still holding the stainless steel thermos in his hands, his gaze fixed on An Ran.

At this moment, An Ran's training uniform was torn in several places, her face was covered in blood and ash, her hair was messy, and her right arm hung limply at her side. She looked very disheveled.

But her eyes remained as firm as when they first met.

Chen Zheng didn't speak, he just looked at her quietly.

Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds.

Just when everyone thought Chen Zheng was about to make sarcastic remarks about An Ran again, he sighed.

Chen Zheng switched the thermos to his left hand, took a step forward, and raised his right hand.

An Ran subconsciously shrank her neck.

But the next second, a large hand gently landed on her head.

I didn't rub it vigorously, I just patted it gently twice.

"Alright."

Chen Zheng said softly, "You didn't embarrass me."

The Mulan team members present were all stunned.

Is this still the same Instructor Chen we know?

As a member of the Justice Museum, the keyboardist frantically pulled out his phone from his pocket: "Holy crap, this is a historic moment for our Mulan!"

Before everyone could get excited, Chen Zheng had already withdrawn his hand, resumed his lazy expression, and even gave An Ran's swollen arm a disdainful look.

"What are you still standing there for?"

As he spoke, he pursed his lips and said, "Hurry up and go to the infirmary, lest this hand is ruined and you blame it on me."

Then Chen Zheng turned around and waved to the team members who were still in a daze.

"What are you all standing there for, watching the show?"

"Everyone, back to the cafeteria."

"Given your decent performance this time, the cafeteria will be serving extra food today. Tell us what you'd like to eat now, or we'll have to wait."

Upon hearing this, the female soldiers immediately became lively.

"Long live the instructors!"

Guo Huaiying was the first to jump up, raising her hand and shouting, "Instructor, I want braised pork, the fatty kind, the more the better!"

Chen Zheng didn't even lift his eyelids: "Approved, plenty available."

"I also want roast chicken, one per person... no, two."

Chen Zheng paused, glanced back at her, and said, "Guo Huaiying, are you a weasel reincarnated? Plenty of braised pork, no roast chicken, want some steamed buns?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll eat it with meat broth too." Guo Huaiying chuckled foolishly; for her, as long as there was meat, she was fine.

Seeing that the girls had recovered, Chen Zheng smiled slightly and strode out.

The crowd followed behind, laughing and joking, and helped An Ran along.

The moment she was in that position had left her heart pounding and her cheeks burning hot. Even the pain in her arm seemed to have lessened considerably.

She secretly looked up to glance at Chen Zheng's profile.

This guy clearly cares, but he insists on pretending he doesn't...

Just as I was thinking this, a sudden wave of dizziness hit me.

The intense energy I had just exerted in the stadium has dissipated, and the aftereffects of overexertion are now showing.

The scenery before their eyes began to spin, and Chen Zheng's back became a double image.

"teach……"

An Ran murmured something, her legs gave way, and she fell backward.

Just as the back of her head was about to hit the concrete, a hand steadily supported her back.

Chen Zheng reacted quickly. Before anyone else could react, he stepped forward, reached out and put his arm around her waist in one smooth motion.

"Um?"

He couldn't help but frown.

An Ran in my arms was burning hot; I could feel the abnormally high temperature even through her training uniform.

Looking down again, An Ran's eyes were already closed, and her cheeks were flushed with an abnormal redness.

Looking at the right arm, it had swollen to twice the thickness of a normal arm.

This is a severe bone fracture combined with soft tissue contusion, and because of the struggle just now, the inflammation has already started to cause a high fever.

"not good."

Song Jia, who was following behind, changed her expression and rushed up to touch An Ran's forehead. "Oh no, Instructor, I didn't even notice. She's been forcing herself to stay strong, but now her body can't take it anymore. This is a high fever caused by post-traumatic stress reaction. We have to deal with it immediately."

The laughter around them vanished instantly.

The phone in Keyboard's hand almost fell to the ground. Guo Huaiying also forgot about the braised pork. Everyone gathered around, looking nervous.

"Get out of the way."

Chen Zheng said in a deep voice.

He shoved the thermos he was holding into Ram's arms.

The next second, under everyone's gaze, he put one hand under An Ran's knees and the other hand on her back, and lifted An Ran up in his arms.

"Don't follow me."

Chen Zheng left with a single sentence, then picked up An Ran and ran towards the infirmary.

"You guys go eat in the cafeteria first, I'll be there as soon as I'm done."

His figure quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving a group of people stunned in place.

Ram, holding her thermos, couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

"Tsk tsk..."

Keyboard adjusted his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses filled with surprise: "This... the instructor really wasn't possessed?"

"That's what you call being too concerned to think clearly." Meng Yi crossed her arms, shook her head as she looked in the direction Chen Zheng had disappeared, and said, "Looks like our captain didn't get beaten up for nothing."

……

Inside the medical room.

He lay peacefully on the hospital bed, his consciousness hazy, occasionally letting out a few painful groans.

Chen Zheng sat on the edge of the bed, his expression focused.

He held a pair of scissors in his hand and deftly cut open the sleeve of An Ran's right arm.

When the entire arm was exposed to the air, even Chen Zheng, who was used to seeing injuries, couldn't help but twitch his eye.

My forearm was swollen terribly, and several areas of skin were bruised and turned purple. My elbow was also slightly dislocated.

This girl, in order to win, is really willing to give up even this arm.

"A crazy woman..."

Chen Zheng cursed under his breath, but his movements were very gentle.

He picked up an alcohol swab from the tray next to him, disinfected the surrounding skin, and then took a deep breath.

Divine-level acupoint control, activated.

His hands touched Anran's wounds, accurately sensing each acupoint.

"Bear with it."

Even though he knew An Ran couldn't hear him, he still said it subconsciously.

Click.

Chen Zheng's technique was precise, and he restored the dislocated joint to its original position.

"what!"

An Ran let out a scream, her whole body jerked on the bed, but she kept her eyes closed.

Cold sweat instantly soaked her temples.

Chen Zheng quickly secured the area with splints, muttering, "What are you yelling about? Weren't you pretty tough when you were fighting someone?"

An Ran was trembling all over from the pain, her consciousness fluctuating between consciousness and unconsciousness.

Her left hand flailing wildly in the air twice before finally grabbing Chen Zheng's wrist.

"Don't go... Instructor..."

"……pain."

That one word silenced all of Chen Zheng's words.

Outside the window, the Mulan team members who were peeking all covered their mouths.