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

The corridor of the medical room at the Southwest Military Region base.

It's lunchtime now, and most people have gone to the cafeteria, so the building is very quiet.

Chen Zheng, carrying his stainless steel thermos, slowly pushed open the door to a single-person hospital room.

The ward was quiet and empty. Even the doctor on duty seemed unable to bear An Ran's pretense of bravery and went out for lunch.

On the tray next to it were the old cast that had just been removed and the bloodstained bandages.

An Ran sat on the bed with her back to the door, struggling to take off her hospital gown.

With an injury to her right arm, she could only use her left hand to reach behind her back and pinch the hem of her clothes to try to pull down the right sleeve.

But for a wounded soldier, every movement was strenuous, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

At this moment, the large hospital gown had been mostly removed and was hanging on her elbows, revealing her entire back.

Her skin wasn't very fair, but since she was always wearing training clothes, it wasn't dark either.

Moreover, due to long-term training, his back is quite toned.

On his right shoulder, you can still see several abrasions from the Changbai Mountains.

Hearing the door open, An Ran didn't turn her head; her eyes remained fixed on the white wall.

"Dr. Li, could you please pull up my sleeve? It's stuck."

No one answered.

Only the steady sound of footsteps grew closer behind.

Chen Zheng walked to the bedside, put down the thermos, stretched out his right hand, hooked his fingers around the collar of the hospital gown, and pulled it outwards.

The stuck sleeve immediately came loose.

His fingertips accidentally brushed against her shoulder.

An Ran suddenly felt a chill spread throughout her body, and her back instantly tensed up.

Not right.

Dr. Li is a young woman. Although she is a military doctor, her fingers are delicate, and her fingertips are often wrinkled due to frequent contact with disinfectant.

But this hand is a bit rough, and you can still vaguely feel some calluses.

It definitely wasn't Dr. Li's hand!

She turned her head sharply, her gaze meeting Chen Zheng's calm eyes.

Because of the large movement of turning around, the already loose hospital gown slipped down to her waist.

The green sports vest clung tightly to her body, outlining her full curves, rising and falling rapidly with her breath.

The air in the ward seemed to have stopped.

An Ran's face flushed red instantly, all the way down to the roots of her neck.

She frantically reached out her left hand to grab her clothes.

Chen Zheng stretched out his left hand and directly stopped her flailing hand.

"Don't move around. Your hand isn't fully healed yet. Do you want it to break again?"

As he spoke, his right hand slid down An Ran's arm and supported her elbow, relieving the pressure on the injured area.

An Ran subconsciously bit her lip, her heart pounding wildly.

She didn't dare look at Chen Zheng, who was right in front of her, so she shifted her gaze to the bed sheets.

Chen Zheng, expressionless, picked up a new bandage and skillfully bandaged An Ran's wound.

The two were very close, and Chen Zheng's breath brushed against An Ran's collarbone, giving her goosebumps.

Chen Zheng quickly tied the bandage and casually remarked, "The flesh is so soft, but the bones are quite hard."

An Ran turned her head sharply, her face flushed red, and glared at him.

"Instructor! Can't you be serious for once!"

Chen Zheng pulled with his thumb and tied a tight knot.

"I'm seriously, very seriously, assessing your resilience."

His gaze swept over An Ran's neck and collarbone, then he took a step back to create some distance.

"In Changbai Mountain, if you hadn't insisted on firing with your left hand, your right arm wouldn't have been injured by the recoil."

An Ran immediately retorted, "It was such an emergency, were I supposed to just wait to die if I didn't shoot?"

Chen Zheng snorted coldly and tapped her on the head: "With me here, it's not your place to take the blame."

"If you dare to cause trouble again, I'll personally break your legs."

"Stand up, it's time to issue your sergeant's badges."

An Ran stood frozen on the bed, unable to react for a moment.

Until Chen Zheng pulled a red booklet and a medal out of his pocket.

This is proof of meritorious service and awards.

An Ran's shyness vanished instantly.

Ignoring the fact that her hospital gown was still bunched up around her waist, and that she was only wearing a dark green tactical vest, she suddenly stood up from the hospital bed.

An Ran put her legs together, raised her left hand, and gave a standard military salute.

The movement aggravated the wound on her right arm, causing her to wince in pain, but she remained standing firmly, staring at the medal.

Chen Zheng looked at An Ran, whose clothes were disheveled, and gave a helpless bitter smile. He simply slapped the red sergeant's certificate into An Ran's hand.

Then, Chen Zheng moved closer and took the medal.

His expression was serious as he stared at the fabric above An Ran's vest, his fingers gripping the safety pin, his fingertips touching An Ran's skin.

An Ran immediately felt her heart beat faster and realized that her ears must be bright red, so she didn't dare to look down at Chen Zheng's hands.

Click.

Chen Zheng flicked the medal with his index finger, then straightened up.

"Alright, stop taking the medal and get dressed now."

An Ran suddenly realized what was happening and frantically grabbed her clothes.

Just then.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the ward, followed by a loud voice shouting:

"Captain! I heard the cafeteria is having extra food today, including your favorite braised pork. If you go too late, you won't even get any soup. I'll go get some for you..."

With a bang.

The already flimsy door was violently pushed open.

Ram strode in, each hand clutching a large apple.

The next second, she froze.

Ram stared wide-eyed at An Ran, whose face was flushed and who was searching for her clothes, and then at Chen Zheng, who was standing right in front of her.

"Hiss~"

The captain was blushing terribly and his clothes were disheveled. They were alone together, a man and a woman.

Surely I couldn't have misread it?

"Did I... come in at the wrong time?"

She slipped and took a step back, trying to pretend she hadn't been there.

Meng Yi, who was following behind, reacted very quickly and immediately reached out to cover her younger sister Meng Xue's eyes.

"Kids shouldn't watch this."

Meng Xue struggled to ask, "Sister, what's wrong? Has Anran's wound worsened?"

Meng Yi replied in a low voice, "Don't ask. Shut up if you don't want to die."

Chen Zheng turned around, his face dark, and strode towards the door.

As he passed by Ram, he casually and without hesitation took the biggest apple.

"Knowing it's not the right time, next time I'll knock first."

As he spoke, he took a big bite of the apple, chewed on it, and strode out of the ward.

Explanation?

Just kidding. Not to mention that in a group of women like this, gossip spreads incredibly fast and gets distorted just as quickly, so explanations are completely meaningless.

Speaking solely of scandals, how many female soldiers has Chen Zheng been rumored to be romantically involved with since he joined Mulan?

Doesn't having a lot of lice make you itch?

The ward fell silent again.

Anran sat blankly on the bed, her eyes fixed on Chen Zheng's back until the door closed.

Her left hand rose uncontrollably, slipped inside her collar, and gently touched the left collarbone that he had just touched.