New Order Plan

The next day, just as the sky was beginning to lighten, the door to the ward was gently pushed open.

"Number 48, get up for your injection!"

The nurse stood by the bed, holding a thick syringe in her hand, and loudly woke Jiang Qingshan up.

Xiao Tian, ​​who was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, opened them briefly before quickly closing them again.

Jiang Qingshan obediently stretched out his arm.

The nurse had just bent down when Jiang Qingshan suddenly struck her, knocking her unconscious.

"It'll only take seven or eight days, just bear with it and it'll pass."

He muttered something to himself, and with a thought, tossed the nurse onto the sofa.

Xiao Tian suddenly jumped up, looking speechless, and said, "Jiang Zi, that's going too far."

Jiang Qingshan ignored him and went straight to sleep.

Time to get a good night's sleep is so precious, how can we not cherish it?

During the years he was undercover in Independent Star City, he had to keep one eye open and one eye closed every night.

That feeling was absolutely agonizing.

Seeing this, Xiao Tian shut his mouth and lay down on the sofa to play mobile games.

He wanted to wait for Jiang Zi to wake up before going to sleep.

This was an unspoken understanding between them: one of them had to stay alert at all times.

......

noon.

Jiang Qingshan sat on the bed and stretched, feeling refreshed.

Xiao Tian was so sleepy he was practically falling asleep, his eyelids drooping wildly, and his phone kept hitting his face.

Jiang Qingshan asked, "What about that little devil?"

"Her colleague took it."

Xiao Tian replied, put down his phone, and turned over.

Jiang Qingshan got out of bed and let Xiao Tian sleep in the hospital bed.

He glanced out the window; the sky was overcast, and it looked like it was going to rain.

Its stomach was empty, and it made a sound.

Just as Jiang Qingshan was about to pick up his phone to order takeout, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

Before he could respond, a middle-aged woman walked in.

The woman was in her forties, with a slender and well-proportioned figure, short hair that reached her ears, black with silver streaks, and fine lines around her eyes.

She wore a plain-colored shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms, and carried a canvas bag printed with orchids.

Seeing Jiang Qingshan lying on the sofa, she said reproachfully, "You're injured, why aren't you resting in bed!"

"Why are you here...?"

Jiang Qingshan quickly got up to greet him.

The woman before him was his teacher's wife, Lan Ying.

"How could I not come when you're injured? That old man tried to hide it from me. Humph, Xiao Tian is the most honest kid."

Lan Ying complained to her husband, put the heavy canvas bag on the table, and began to take things out.

Jiang Qingshan wanted to get up to pour a glass of water, but Lan Ying stopped him.

With eyes full of heartache, she said, "Don't move around anymore. You need to rest and recover from your internal injuries, otherwise it could lead to long-term health problems."

Jiang Qingshan had no choice but to give up and obediently sit on the sofa to wait for instructions.

Lan Ying gently stroked Jiang Qingshan's head, and seeing that Xiao Tian was sleeping, she whispered, "Your teacher's wife made you some chicken soup, have a taste."

Jiang Qingshan took the lunchbox and buried his head in his food.

Lan Ying sat beside her, peeling an orange she had brought, muttering to herself, "How's that girl I arranged for you on a blind date last time? Any progress? I saw her picture at the matchmaking agency; she's quite pretty, and I took a liking to her at first sight."

Jiang Qingshan choked and coughed until tears streamed down his face.

His eyes looked strange; he suddenly didn't know how to tell his master's wife about this.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he asked, "Which matchmaking agency did your master's wife use?"

"Tongxin Marriage Agency, the most famous one in our planning area, the introduction fee alone starts at 30,000."

Lan Ying stuffed the peeled orange into Jiang Qingshan's mouth and said in a serious tone.

She spent a fortune on her disciple's important life event.

However, there's a reason why it's expensive; I heard that the girls they introduce are all quite outstanding.

Jiang Qingshan was stunned for a moment.

Seize the young master?

Thirty thousand!

Isn't this blatant robbery?

Shen Zhixing said she had no idea what a matchmaking agency was; it was like the agency took the money but outsourced the work.

Zhao Qiang was one of the brokers who recruited people to make up the numbers.

No, I have to go back and get this money back.

Lan Ying asked curiously, "What's wrong? Does that girl not like you? It's alright, your master's wife can just introduce you to someone else."

"No, no, Master's wife, I don't have that idea for now."

Jiang Qingshan took a sip of soup and muttered something under his breath.

Lan Ying paused, then sighed softly, "Your master and I are both getting old. We have no children of our own, but we've always treated you as our own..."

Jiang Qingshan remained silent.

Lan Ying chattered on for a while, then, seeing that Jiang Qingshan remained silent, she said worriedly, "How about I look for someone for you at school? The United Day celebration is coming up soon, and the school is going to hold a social party. I'll take you there."

"Master's wife, I'm still injured."

"Oh dear, look at my brain, I've been so busy lately that I've lost my senses."

Jiang Qingshan couldn't help but smile helplessly.

My teacher's wife is a music teacher at United University, and she becomes extremely busy during festivals like this.

Jiang Qingshan ate a segment of orange, then suddenly his mind wandered. After a moment's thought, he asked, "Master's wife, have you ever heard of a student named Ye Wan'an?"

"Ye Wan'an?"

Lan Ying thought back carefully.

The name does sound familiar.

They seem to be students from previous years.

Jiang Qingshan put down the lunchbox and waited for his teacher's wife's reply.

After a while, Lan Ying's eyes lit up: "I remember now, it's that student who ventured into the disaster zone alone. That kid is really amazing."

Lan Ying recounted some of Ye Wan'an's past experiences, which were similar to what Shen Zhixing had told her.

In the end, she sighed with regret, "I just don't know why this kid voluntarily gave up the opportunity to be recommended to a research institute back then. That was a golden path! His teacher talked to him several times, but in the end, he still couldn't persuade him to give up."

Jiang Qingshan understood; it turned out that Ye Wan'an had given up the opportunity himself.

He pondered for a moment, his expression showing a hint of understanding.

There was only one thing that would prevent Ye Wan'an from entering the research institute.

That is... his blood.

Those who are recommended for admission to research institutes must undergo a rigorous physical examination.

There was no way Ye Wan'an could escape this ordeal.

No wonder Ye Wan'an was so upset on the rooftop last time.

It's such a pity that someone with such talent can't put it to use.

Jiang Qingshan couldn't help but sigh.

Lan Ying asked curiously, "Did this child get into trouble?"

"No, no, we just met by chance..."

"What is he doing now? He lost contact with his teacher after graduating."

Jiang Qingshan opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Just then, the door creaked open.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Wan'an appeared at the door carrying a fruit basket.

Jiang Qingshan's eye twitched; this guy's arrival couldn't have been more timely.

Lan Ying stared at Ye Wan'an for a moment, then warmly welcomed him, saying, "Are you a friend of Qingshan? Please come in."

Ye Wan'an winked at Jiang Qingshan, then slightly shifted his body, and another figure flashed out from the side.

Jiang Qingshan's expression changed drastically, like he had just been on a rollercoaster.

"Hi, Officer Jiang!"

Shen Zhixing also carried a fruit basket and waved with a smile.

Upon being awakened from his hospital bed, Xiao Tian, ​​hearing the two voices, promptly pretended to be dead.

What a lively day!