Chapter 136: I will not go to hell

"Shaolong!'

'Shaolong!'

Someone suddenly called from behind.

Huh? Dai Yice's voice?

Zhang Yong turned around.

It really was Dai Yice chasing after him. He was accompanied by several other people. They were panting heavily. They had obviously run all the way in.

Zhang Yong was puzzled.

'You guys...'

'Hey, the director scolded me. He said you came to the hospital alone. He told me to hurry up and follow you! If you lose a single hair, it'll be the end of me!'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong let out a silent sigh of relief.

It was only a matter of a few minutes. If he had been any later, he would not have been able to save Huang Shang.

If Dai Yice had kept following him, he would not have been able to get away and send Huang Shang away. Huang Shang would probably really be dead.

He was shot three times...

Fortunately, there was a time difference.

He's fine now. He's gone. He can do whatever he wants.

'Doctor!'

'Doctor!'

Dai Yice used his Fuxing Society privileges to get Zhang Yong processed.

Even though it was only a superficial wound, he was given a hospital bed. A private room, at that.

Zhang Yong cooperated very well with the doctor's examination. He pretended to be unresponsive. His eyes were dull. His head was stiff.

The final diagnosis was just as expected: the skull had been impacted by an external force. It may have caused cranial injury. There is a possibility of nerve damage.

Because there were no X-ray machines, CT scanners, MRI scanners or other such instruments in those days, the doctor's diagnosis was purely speculative. It would depend on how Zhang Yong's condition developed.

In short, if anything went wrong, he should come back for a follow-up consultation.

In other words, Zhang Yong's current cranial condition was unstable. The doctor was unable to predict how it would develop.

He suggested that Zhang Yong stay in the hospital for three days for preliminary observation.

If possible, he should stay in the hospital for half a month so that the doctor could observe him more closely.

Zhang Yong chose the former option.

Half a month is impossible. I'll get bored and fall ill.

Although I can delay the admission, it's not going to be any better for me. I'll just do three days.

Three days is barely acceptable.

So, he was admitted to the hospital.

However, after only an hour, he felt very bored.

All around him were white walls. Even the bed sheets were white. Everything was white. It was so boring.

He wanted to talk to someone, but there was no one to talk to.

The men on duty outside were all macho men. There was nothing to talk about.

Beautiful woman...

I was daydreaming when I suddenly saw Song Ziyu enter.

I was taken aback.

What was she doing here? Why had she come?

'You...'

'I came to see you!'

'Ah...'

Zhang Yong: ...

Sweat, is she trying to pay me back?

It seems like there's no need for that.

'You...'

'What is it?'

'Were you injured by a Japanese spy?'

'No. I was pushed by someone from my own side. I hit a stone.'

'Someone from your own side? Why did he push you?'

'Assassination, I guess.'

'Why did he assassinate you?'

'Maybe I offended him unintentionally at some point.'

'And he took revenge on you?'

'Yes...'

Zhang Yong spoke to the other person in a distracted manner.

He was impatient.

He wanted her to leave.

But then Song Ziyu brought a small stool and sat down by his bed. She was clearly not going to leave.

Zhang Yong: ...

Damn, something's not right!

You're a Song girl. You don't have to be so attentive.

I'm a scumbag...

What if I turn out to be a scumbag? I can't handle that!

It's fine to scumbag other people. But if the Song family comes looking for me to take responsibility, I'll be dead meat...

'Did you catch any Japanese spies later?'

'I caught one.'

'That's amazing!'

'Coincidence. Pure coincidence.'

'You're so modest.'

'It really was a coincidence. I'm not talented at all. I'm completely dependent on luck.'

'You really are a humble person. I'm going to write a feature article about you.'

'What?'

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

Feature article? What the hell?

What exactly do you do?

'I'm a journalist. I've decided to write a biography about you.'

'You? A journalist?'

Zhang Yong couldn't believe it.

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Careless...

I didn't ask about her occupation before.

She's a journalist? No wonder she doesn't seem to be afraid of anything. She's not like other girls either.

Oh no...

I may have met my match.

If she sticks to me, it seems like I really won't be able to get rid of her!

"Yes, I'm a reporter for the Central News Agency.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong let out a sigh of relief.

So you're from the Central News Agency. What kind of biography do you need to write, really?

Just make up whatever news you want.

None of it is true anyway...

After eliminating hundreds of millions of enemies, they finally won and retreated to an isolated island.

I, Zhang Yong, often feel that I have a thick enough skin. But compared to the Central News Agency, I still feel ashamed.

Just as he was about to speak,

'UNIT——'

'READY——'

Suddenly, a prompt sounded in his head.

Zhang Yong's expression stiffened. He was full of anticipation. He hurriedly checked his personal space.

He found that there were five more American-made MK2 grenades.

He was disappointed.

It was grenades again.

Does this system only produce grenades?

And it only produces them once a month. What's the point? What can you do with just five grenades?

'What's wrong?' Song Ziyu senses something's wrong.

'Nothing,' Zhang Yong says with a forced smile, 'do you like me?'

'What?'

'We're both adults. Let's not be coy. Let's have an honest conversation. First, I want to make it clear that I've already had a lot of women...'

'Why are you telling me this?'

'What I mean is, I'm a scumbag. Don't get any ideas about me. It'll only hurt you.'

'Did you have a wedding?'

'No!'

'Without a proper wedding, they're not your real wives. They're just concubines. I don't mind.'

'Ah...'

Zhang Yong is defeated.

A brief moment of blankness.

Then he comes to his senses.

Big sister. This is a serious matter. Don't treat it like it's no big deal.

'Aren't you men all the same?'

'No. Our party chairman is a proponent of the New Life Movement...'

'But no one seems to be listening!'

'You are a woman of the new era, you must be independent and self-reliant. You must learn from foreigners.'

'So you worship foreigners.'

'&*!@#¥%...'

Zhang Yong had to shut up.

He and this Miss Song really weren't on the same wavelength!

He had clearly put her off. And yet she kept coming on to him. To be honest, he really suspected that she was a Japanese spy in the pay of the Japanese!

Otherwise, he really couldn't think of any reason why she would want to stick to him.

Did she fancy his looks? Ridiculous.

Did she fancy his money? Ridiculous. Compared to the Song family, he was poor.

Did she fancy his ability? Ridiculous. He had achieved everything by cheating. He was completely powerless...

Just as he was about to speak...

Wait!

Suddenly, a red dot enters the map.

The map clearly shows that the target is walking in through the hospital doors.

Zhang Yong can't help but lift the covers and get out of bed. He walks over to the window and looks outside. This position just happens to give a side view of the hospital doors.

He sees a female doctor in a white coat. But the distance is too far. He can't see her face clearly.

'What are you looking at?'

'Nothing. I'm going downstairs to pick up a girl.'

'You...'

'Hurry home. There are too many scumbags out there. Look at someone like me, I love one after the other, you can't afford to get hurt!'

After saying this, Zhang Yong turned around and ran.

The female doctor had already entered the lobby. He had to stop her on the spot.

If he simply took her by force, Song Ziyu would definitely be heartbroken.

'Wait for me!'

'Wait for me!'

Song Ziyu followed behind.

Zhang Yong went downstairs. He happened to meet his target.

Huh?

She's so pretty!

She is tall and pretty.

She is actually on a par with Liu Xi.

Holy cow!

Did the Japanese female spies have to pass a beauty pageant?

If you don't score 90 points in looks, you're not even qualified to be a spy, right? If you test the Chinese people with this, how many of them can pass?

There's no other way.

In order to prevent other Chinese people from being seduced, I, Zhang Yong, must sacrifice myself!

Buddha said:

If I don't go to hell, who will?

Go up. Without saying a word, I picked her up in my arms. Then I gave her a big kiss.