Chapter 57

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The nurses around them were first stunned, then burst into laughter.

Wang Yi also found it amusing and let out a "pfft" laugh. Although she tried to hold back, she couldn't. How could such irresponsible parents name their child in a way that could easily cause misunderstandings?

"Hey, everyone, be serious! What are you laughing at? Hurry up and save the patient!" The fat man felt quite wronged. It's just a name, is it that big of a deal?

Wang Yi's face still carried a smile as she looked down and saw that the severely injured person was actually Sai Diaochan. She was momentarily stunned, and her smile immediately faded. She instructed the nurses to follow her and take Sai Diaochan into the operating room.

Seeing Wang Yi enter the operating room, the fat man took out a Hardmen cigarette and put one in his mouth, then casually handed one to Colonel Ma.

Just as the two were about to smoke, Nurse Xiaoman scolded them fiercely, "Which unit are you from? Don't you know smoking is not allowed in the hospital? If you want to smoke, go outside."

The fat man rolled his eyes and cursed, "Damn, I've already been laughed at for my name, and now there are so many rules. This Eighth Route Army is not a place for humans to stay."

"Brother, the doctors and nurses at the division hospital are treasures of our entire division. With the division commander and political commissar backing them, we can't afford to offend them. Let's go." Colonel Ma, seeing the fat man's expression, quickly pulled his arm and led him outside, saying, "I also have something to ask you. There are too many people here, let's talk outside."

The fat man came out very unwillingly, broke free from Colonel Ma's hand, and squatted against the wall, taking out a lighter to light his cigarette.

Seeing him squat, Colonel Ma felt it was inappropriate to stand, so he quickly squatted beside him. The fat man then lit his cigarette for him.

"Useful, really useful." Colonel Ma glanced at the fat man's lighter with longing, wishing he could also capture one someday.

"Speak up, what's the matter?" The fat man asked while smoking.

"Brother, how about going to Shanghai with me?" Colonel Ma thought about the task given by the division commander and political commissar, feeling a bit nervous. To complete the task, he had to ask the fat man to go with him.

"Shanghai!" The fat man's expression and actions froze instantly.

At this time, Chiang Kai-shek's army was fighting a life-and-death battle with the Japanese, with dozens of divisions and hundreds of thousands of troops engaged in fierce combat, turning the battlefield into a meat grinder.

He, a special forces soldier, was most afraid of being part of a large-scale battle, as he couldn't fully utilize his advantages.

"Yes. Our Eighth Route Army has a batch of medicines donated by overseas Chinese that were seized in Shanghai during the war. The division commander and political commissar ordered me to retrieve them. I don't have the skills for that, so I can only bring Brother along." Colonel Ma laughed and said.

"No." The fat man had no interest in getting involved in a large-scale battle. It wasn't his strong suit.

Besides, he already knew the outcome of this major battle. He was just one person and couldn't change the result. Why should he suffer for it? That wasn't his style.

Moreover, he had more important things to do right now.

Sai Laohu was leading the entire bandit gang to seek revenge on the Japanese. They would most likely not get what they wanted and would suffer significant losses.

Earlier, he had planned to return and see if he could help Sai Laohu after sending Sai Diaochan to the Eighth Route Army division hospital.

But after seeing Sai Diaochan's injuries, he finally decided, gritting his teeth, that it might be good for these lawless bandits, who thought they were the best in the world, to suffer a bit and pay a price with their lives.

Isn't battlefield experience built on the sacrifice of lives?

It was all because he had destroyed the Japanese No. 1 warehouse too easily and brought back food and weapons, making these bandits think they were invincible. They even dared to seek revenge on the Japanese in the county town without consulting him. They deserved their fate.

Actually, he didn't know that Sai Laohu was so scared by his shot that he didn't dare to disturb his sleep.

Although he had predicted that the bandits would suffer bloodshed in their revenge on the Japanese, he didn't expect that his shot would also lead to significant losses for the Tiger Mouth Bandit Gang. That was a story for later.

"Brother, if you go, whatever conditions you set, I'll agree. How about it?" Colonel Ma said this without much confidence. The fat man was only interested in one thing in the Eighth Route Army—Wang Yi.

Colonel Ma could only help the fat man by creating opportunities to meet Wang Yi. He wouldn't dare to do anything that violated discipline, being a revolutionary soldier for ten years, he had some principles.

"Whatever conditions I set, you can agree?" The fat man laughed. He knew the style of this army. Apart from Wang Yi, he had no other demands.

Such a request would definitely not be agreed to according to the army's style, and he wouldn't make a demand like "Fat Lord wants Wang Yi as his wife." Coercing others, especially women, was not his style.

Love is about mutual consent. The fat man didn't believe that with his modern skills, he couldn't win Wang Yi's heart.

Whether the rival was Zhang Liguo, Li Liguo, or Chen Liguo, as long as Wang Yi wasn't married, he had a chance. Rivals? Hehe, one by one.

Colonel Ma, of course, understood the fat man's meaning and fell silent.

"He can't agree, but as long as it's reasonable, I will." A deep, firm voice sounded in front of them.

A tall middle-aged soldier and a shorter middle-aged soldier stood in front of them, with two guards behind them.

Colonel Ma's face turned pale at the familiar voice. He immediately dropped his cigarette, stomped it out, stood up, and saluted the tall middle-aged soldier, shouting, "Commander, good!"

He then turned and saluted the shorter soldier, shouting, "Commissar, good!"

After saluting, Colonel Ma noticed that the commander and commissar were not looking at him but at the fat man, who was still squatting and smoking. He was shocked. This damn fat man had some nerve.

Colonel Ma nudged the fat man with his foot, hoping he would stand up and greet the commander and commissar.

"Kick Fat Lord for what?" The fat man rolled his eyes at Colonel Ma, took a deep puff of his cigarette. He understood what Colonel Ma meant. He thought, "So what if it's the commander? So what if it's the commissar? Fat Lord didn't even care about a military region commander in his past life, let alone a division commander and a division commissar."

Hmm?... Something felt off, but he couldn't figure out what.

The commander's face turned black, and he grunted, while the younger commissar smiled at the squatting fat man without saying a word.

"Commander, Commissar, don't be angry. This brother is not a soldier and doesn't understand the rules of the Eighth Route Army. Please don't be angry." Colonel Ma tried to smooth things over, thinking, "You damn fat man, you can act tough in front of me, and I'll play the part, but you can't act tough in front of the commander and commissar."

"What kind of behavior is this? You're just a thug!" The commander's face was dark as he defined the fat man.

"Heh, Fat Lord is a thug, so what?" The fat man, who had never lost to men except for women, stood up and retorted.

"Finished, finished, they're clashing!" Colonel Ma's heart ached. The more he worried about something, the more likely it was to happen. The situation was completely out of his control.

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