With a creak, the door of the gynecological clinic was pushed open.
"Minghong!"
Yin Minghong, who was holding his left shoulder, was stunned when he saw the heroic girl in a tight white shirt and asked in surprise: "Qingmei, aren't you at home? Why are you here?"
Mu Qing raised her eyebrows: "I knew it would be bad for Jing Zhengwei to call you out. If you were injured, you would definitely not go home to deal with it. Sure enough, I was right to wait for you at Sister Hong's place!"
Mu Qingmei is a brother and sister who grew up with Yin Minghong. More than ten years ago, the slavery system was prevalent and the class struggle between the chamber of commerce and workers was at its most intense. Riots and repressions occurred one after another, so there were many broken families.
Displaced children like them almost always stick together to survive, just like Magnolia and Black Flag.
However, they were lucky enough to meet the cadres who Bai Ye had sent to Xuanzhu County to test the operation. Under the care of Bai Ye Walker, they successfully learned knowledge and grew up. When they grew up, they all naturally joined Bai Ye.
Unlike Yin Minghong, although Mu Qingmei is a female, her fighting talent is the best among all the young girls. It is not an exaggeration to call her a genius. The organization has hoped for Mu Qing many times before.
Mei went to Yanjing to further her studies, but she was unwilling to leave and insisted on staying in Xuanzhu County.
But Bai Ye did not give Mu Qingmei any position, he only asked her to continue to improve her skills and hid her as a 'king bomb'. Therefore, Mu Qingmei helped Yin Minghong look after the house when she had nothing to do, and lived a small life.
Quite relaxing.
"Of course I have to see a doctor if I'm injured..."
"I know how to fight inside scenes!" Mu Qing said with her eyebrows akimbo: "Although I didn't take the medical officer exam, my level is definitely better than those of medical officers. Which cat in the house can't be made docile by me?
Yes, please lie down and let me... you are seriously injured!?"
When Yin Minghong walked into the bright clinic from the darkness, Mu Qingmei could clearly see that his black clothes had turned dark red, and his left hand had a big gash, and it was still bleeding while they were talking.
Mu Qingmei suddenly became anxious. She wanted to touch him but didn't dare. Her hands were shaking, as if she was afraid that if she touched him, he would fall apart.
"Calm down, Qingmei, most of the blood on his body is not his." Wen Hong, who was wearing a white coat in the inner room, yawned lazily and said, "Don't come in yet, throw your clothes into the trash.
Bucket, it stinks."
Yin Minghong was a little stunned: "Is this still wearable?"
"You're wearing a butt, you've got so many holes, it's better not to wear it at all. If someone passes by, they might take pity on you, a shirtless beggar, and give you a few bucks. The money you give to others to mend it is enough for you to buy one."
New ones. Do you want to mend the clothes yourself? Or let Qingmei help you mend them?"
Mu Qing's eyebrows smacked her chest, waving slightly, and she said confidently: "I can mend clothes!"
"You use your sewing time to go to the pier to carry a few sandbags, and the money you earn is enough to buy a new set of clothes for this pretty boy!" Wen Hong said angrily: "Take off your clothes, come in and lie down, man, old dog always
Can't we still be afraid of this little pain?"
"What a pretty boy, Minghong looks so dark..." Mu Qing muttered, seeing Yin Minghong take off his coat and move into the inner room with a cold sweat on his face, and quickly helped him lie down on the operating bed.
Wen Hong turned on the phototherapy lamp and put on gloves, took a look at Yin Minghong's injuries, and frowned slightly: "There are major wounds on the left arm, chest, and abdomen... Jing Zhengwei doesn't even let men go now? Is he abusing him so harshly?"
"
"No...they are all battle injuries."
"It's surprising that you can still beat me so hard in Xuanzhu County... Do you want to drink the boiling sleep soup?"
"If I don't drink, I can't sleep now." Yin Minghong took a deep breath and relaxed his muscles: "I haven't compiled tonight's records yet... It would be terrible if I forget important information."
"Then please bear with it." Wen Hong's hands glowed with warmth and he rubbed Yin Minghong's wound. Mu Qingmei looked anxiously on the sidelines, but said nothing and did not disturb them.
"Tell me what happened tonight. If you faint from the pain later, I can record it for you."
Yin Minghong nodded and narrated what happened after he got into Jing Zhengwei's car. Through memories and narratives, the pain of phototherapy seemed to have become lighter.
Wen Hong listened very carefully, and after Yin Minghong finished speaking, she asked: "So your injury is..."
"The injuries sustained during the battle with Black Flag, Baolong, and Mr. Wu." Yin Minghong said this, and Wen Hong pressed hard, and he suddenly took a breath of cold air: "Heiqi and Baolong are naturally very strong.
, but to my surprise, Mr. Wu, an old guy who is about to die, is the most insidious. The hidden sword and foot sword he suddenly used caused some injuries to both Midori-san and me."
"What about the fleet?"
"Later, Jing Zhengwei looked at the real account books and selected a few crew members who often 'damaged' goods and killed them. The other crew members received half of their wages, but the fleet will continue to operate and the crew members still have half a month's rest. Jing Zhengwei
Zhengwei will arrange a new captain."
"What about the slave trade?"
"I haven't said it, but he probably doesn't intend to continue."
Wen Hong rubbed Yin Minghong's flesh and blood back while thinking deeply: "Jing Zhengwei's behavior... is very strange."
"Yeah, I find it strange too." Yin Minghong devoted all his energy to thinking and tried to resist the pain in his body: "Since he just wanted to get rid of a few captains instead of destroying the fleet, then why did he punish the crew?
? He clearly didn’t want to continue the slave trade, so why did he kill the crew members who had ‘damaged’ the cargo? Didn’t he know that this would alienate the crew members from him?”
Wen Hong shook his head thoughtfully: "No, this is correct logic. But in fact, those crew members have been bewitched by Black Flag and others for so long. It is impossible for them to be bribed by Jing Zhengwei, unless Jing Zhengwei is willing to continue to let them carry out the work."
The slave trade made a lot of money.”
"Since he can't win over with favors, why not use thunderous threats? Moreover, doing so can also show his determination. Even if the Silver Blood Society finds out about it afterwards, Jing Zhengwei can easily clear out his relationship."
"However," Wen Hong changed the topic: "Jing Zhengwei is still very strange."
"Yeah, it's so strange. I still can't understand why he rejected Magnolia's suggestion." Yin Minghong said: "Could it be that Jing Zhengwei's 'secret force' also has other intelligence that pointed out that Magnolia
This man or his plans cannot be trusted?"
He thought about it but couldn't come to a conclusion, so he sighed: "The water in the Jing family is still too deep. I didn't know until now that Jing Zhengwei actually has such a secret power... We have to pay more attention."
Wen Hong nodded: "The water in the Jing family is very deep, and there are many monsters and monsters in it, but everyone can drink its water... Bai Ye also means that you can continue to lurk under Jing Zhengwei."
At this time, Mu Qingmei, who had been listening to the side and couldn't say anything, finally couldn't help but said: "Is there a possibility that Jing Zhengwei is actually a good man, and he cannot accept the slave trade morally, so he refused to give up for free?"
Yulan, get rid of the captain and kill those crew members?"
Wen Hong and Yin Minghong were startled at the same time, looking at Mu Qingmei with disbelief.
After a while, Wen Hong turned around and covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking slightly, while Yin Minghong couldn't hold it in even though he covered his mouth, he let out a loud laugh, and his wounds split open:
"Hahaha Qingmei, you suddenly said this, I don't know if you are sarcastic or just stupid... Hahahahaha, it hurts so much, I'm torn apart!"
Mu Qingmei sat aside angrily and stopped talking. Wen Hong seemed to have stopped smiling and continued to treat Yin Minghong: "By the way, the assassin has already sent a letter."
Yin Minghong was not in the mood to laugh, and sighed: "But Yan Jing hasn't replied yet..."
"Don't worry, the assassin agreed to meet in three days. We still have time."
"Three days later?" Yin Minghong was stunned for a moment, frowning and said, "I thought he was a rather impatient person. If the time is set in three days...it means it will be inconvenient for him these days."
"I haven't found any sightings of white-haired people either."
"Normally, how can people like them let others see their characteristics."
"Okay." Wen Hong took a step back and turned off the phototherapy lamp: "Don't move around in the sun these two days, and eat less spicy food with strong flavors."
Mu Qingmei asked curiously: "Is there such a thing as not being able to eat spicy food?"
Wen Hong nodded: "It takes too long to excrete after eating spicy food, which may cause the wound to burst... By the way, a new person came to my side recently. Although he only mastered a little bit of Lingxu's tactics, he is very good at executing them in the outer city.
Tracking surveillance missions, and even willing to carry out assassinations, you can entrust him with tasks."
"Really!?" Yin Minghong's face lit up as he sat up. This was probably the best news he had heard in the past few days. He really needed a helper he could trust.
But he immediately asked doubtfully: "Is it not my turn to be such a good helper? Aren't other White Night Walkers' priorities higher than mine?"
People like Yin Minghong, who have already established themselves as cadres of the Jing family, have a very low priority in Bai Ye's resource allocation - because it is too difficult for him to go further. After all, even if Jing Zhengwei dies, he will not be able to take the position.
, unless he has a father-son relationship with Jing Zhengwei.
Therefore, the White Night Branch will allocate resources to the low-level White Night Walkers in other chambers of commerce, trying to bring them closer to the core of power, and then weave a dragnet hidden under the eyes of the Silver Blood Society, increasing the possibility of subverting the Silver Blood Society.
Wen Hong shrugged: "This newcomer especially hopes to work under you, so Bai Ye can only respect his wishes."
Yin Minghong was not happy when he heard this, he just felt strange: "Why? He knows me?"
"He didn't know you before, but he feels that supporting you can achieve his goal."
"His purpose is related to me?" Yin Minghong felt strange.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside, three long and one short. Wen Hong said with a smile: "As expected, I don't talk about people during the day and don't talk about ghosts at night. As soon as I mentioned him, he came. You guys can meet him."
"But his purpose is really related to you, because he and the Jing family... to be precise, he has a grudge against Jing Zhengwei."
Wen Hong went out to open the door, and after a while he brought a young man hidden under a black cloak.
He bent down slightly and greeted respectfully: "I have met Mr. 'Spirit' and Miss 'Flower'. I am Bai Ye's new operator, codenamed 'Frost Thorn'."
After greetings, Yin Minghong asked directly: "Do you have a grudge against Jing Zhengwei?"
"Immortal hatred."
"Can you tell me? I'm just asking. It won't affect my evaluation of you. If it's inconvenient -"
"There is nothing to hide." The young man took off his hood, revealing a handsome and haggard face: "Ten days ago, I was actually just a servant in Jing Zhengwei's mansion."
"At that time, my name was Rong Yao."
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Early the next morning, three cars drove out of Jing Mansion.
Le Yu was sitting in the middle car, Li Sang was driving, Mi Die was sitting in the passenger seat, and he and Qing Lan were sitting in the back seat.
After Le Yu got in the car, he kept sighing and feeling unhappy. Qing Lan, who was holding a cup of coconut milk and drinking it, couldn't help but approach him and asked in a low voice: "Master, aren't you happy to go back to Jingyuan today?"
Le Yu glanced at her and didn't want to answer.
Between emotion and reason, Jing Zhengwei actually had no reason to be unhappy.
But it’s different for Le Yu——
After all, there lies a Jing Zhengwei in Jingyuan who is ‘father’ in name, blood and even interests.
It's so annoying. Am I going to hand over my first "Daddy" today?
