The Young Madam is the Young Master’s lifeblood.
Even if she weren’t the Young Madam, any life should not be taken lightly.
First, they asked for instructions, and then they dawdled, giving this reason and that reason.
Do they treat life as a ga?
It seems there’s been slack over the years, soldiers are not behaving like soldiers.
It’s ti for a good rectification.
With the Young Master’s fury, the military district in H City will certainly have to bleed heavily.
...
Tong Yan and Xiao Zhi were taken to the ergency room of H City’s military district and sent directly for ergency treatnt.
Bo Yimo leaned against the door of the ergency room, his face cold, exuding a terrifying and eerie aura, his eyes gloomy, like a frozen lake, emanating a bone-chilling coldness.
Even Little Nine, who followed him since childhood, dared not approach.
The Young Master was truly terrifying.
That expression hadn’t been seen for many years.
The vast hospital corridor was empty, dead silent.
Bo Yimo tilted his head back, eyes tightly shut, as that scene replayed before him.
His mood——
Heartache, fear, panic, anxiety, self-bla
If it had been any later, any later;
If he hadn’t received the call;
Then she...
He dared not think further.
As soon as such thoughts crossed his mind, it felt like his heart was being pierced by thousands of needles, the pain excruciating.
Fortunately, she was still here.
"Young Master, Young Marshal Wang is here." Little Nine cautiously walked up to him.
Bo Yimo opened his eyes and saw Young Marshal Wang in full military uniform, standing before him.
He closed his eyes again, a gesture done with complete ease.
As if treating him as non-existent.
Young Marshal Wang’s mood at this mont was sowhat nervous; the man before him was a master of his word, having once caused a stir in Beijing’s military district, indifferent to everything when angered, and now that they were entangled with him, there was certainly no good outco.
It shouldn’t be a major issue, no damage was done.
"Young Marshal Wang, what is the duty of a soldier?"
Bo Yimo’s voice was cool and aloof.
"To obey orders, follow commands, love the country and the people, be brave and tenacious, strictly follow discipline, and resolutely complete missions..." Young Marshal Wang said solemnly.
Bo Yimo opened his eyes, walked up to him, eyes flashing with ridicule, voice cold, "An hour, and not even a helicopter was dispatched, is this what Young Marshal calls love for the country and the people? With such love, the people would have long perished!"
Young Marshal Wang lowered his head, not daring to utter a word.
"You guys need a thorough rectification." Bo Yimo said blandly.
A definitive statent, Wang Shaobo wanted to plead, but had no opportunity.
The so-called rectification ant downsizing, reducing the budget; without a budget, good soldiers couldn’t be recruited, and without good soldiers, the entire military district’s strength wouldn’t improve, which undoubtedly was a fatal blow to the military district.
Because of delayed action, they had to pay such a painful price.
Presumably, in the future, H City’s military district would not be negligent in saving lives.
The saying that the emperor’s wrath results in millions of casualties holds true.
What Bo Yimo decided was rarely changed by anyone.
Thus, most people dared not provoke him lightly, fearing his anger, leading to disaster.
...
Before long, the ergency room door opened, Little Nine approached and quickly asked, "Doctor, how are they?"
The doctor took off his mask and smiled, "This young lady has a fracture, but otherwise there are no serious issues. Although she caught a bit of cold, being young and strong, she’ll recover in a few days. But the child’s condition is serious."
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