Chapter 40 — If He Says So, You Believe It?
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"Oh? You didn't know? At the time, young Wei Zhao could clearly have dodged that bullet, but he saw there was a girl behind him, and if he had dodged, that girl would have been the one to suffer. So he stood his ground and took the bullet," Sun Weimin said with great admiration. "A young man with such a sense of justice and compassion — I've never met his like."
Qiu Lingshan frowned. Was this for real? Why did it sound like a story? Besides, did Wei Zhao think a bullet would just dodge if he wanted it to? You should know I trained special forces, and even I wouldn't dare guarantee I can dodge a bullet whenever I please. Was this Wei Zhao more capable than me? Qiu Lingshan simply could not bring herself to believe it: "Doctor Sun, who told you this?"
"Young Wei Zhao told me himself," Sun Weimin said.
"He said it himself?" Qiu Lingshan was taken aback. And you believe what he says himself? He's stringing you along, isn't he? I could say I can kill an elephant with one punch too — see who believes that.
Sun Weimin could see that Qiu Lingshan was skeptical, so he smiled and said: "When this young man had the bullet removed, he didn't use any anesthetic at all, and he didn't make a single sound of pain. On the strength of that fortitude alone, I believe what he says."
Sun Weimin had plenty of other things to attend to, after all, so he could not stand there chatting with Qiu Lingshan indefinitely. After a few words he went on his way, and Qiu Lingshan pushed open the door and walked into Wei Zhao's ward.
Wei Zhao had wanted to swing his legs off the bed and leave straight away, but that would have been a bit too shocking and eye-catching — the injured part was his leg, after all, not his arm. So he put on an act and lay there on the hospital bed.
"Wei Zhao, can we take your statement now?" For some reason, seeing Wei Zhao lying on the bed with one leg crossed, Qiu Lingshan felt an urge to punch him.
"Go ahead." Lying on the bed, Wei Zhao looked up at Qiu Lingshan from below, and only then did he notice that from this angle, that figure... really could hold its own against the actress he had seen this morning. And on closer look, Qiu Lingshan was quite pretty overall. Mm... a uniform fetish indeed...
Perhaps sensing that something in Wei Zhao's gaze was off, Qiu Lingshan instinctively followed his eyes and looked down at herself, and her face flushed red on the spot.
Years of high-intensity training had made Qiu Lingshan's breasts develop exceptionally well, to the point that they were almost a burden; without a bra, they bounced with every step she took, which she found deeply inconvenient. She had even considered getting liposuction, but on reflection it seemed too humiliating, so she dropped the idea.
Back in the special forces it had been fine; under iron discipline, no one paid any attention to Qiu Lingshan's chest, so she had not minded much herself. But after she entered civilian work, there were frequent plainclothes assignments, and she often had to go in and out of places where all sorts ran together, which left her somewhat uncomfortable. There were always men sizing her up with lecherous looks, and Qiu Lingshan sincerely wanted to kick them to death.
But what Qiu Lingshan had not expected was that she was in uniform, and this Wei Zhao still dared to stare at her like that. That was truly unforgivable. Qiu Lingshan gave a cold snort, sat down in the chair beside Wei Zhao's bed, and began turning over in her mind how she might give this young man a little punishment...
Then she suddenly remembered the wound on his leg, and a scheme took shape in her mind...