Zhao Yong, though unsure of Gu Tong’s purpose, knew that the personnel she needed were extrely important.
"Assign a squad! I need people who can move quickly and are skilled at concealnt; the rest doesn’t matter."
"Yes!"
Zhao Yong’s voice had barely landed when he was already contemplating the candidates, asking, "When do you need them?"
"In an hour! Assign them their tasks in advance as I instructed!"
Gu Tong spoke matter-of-factly, already beginning to issue the next orders. She was detailed, missing no nuances, and her words were concise and clear.
Zhao Yong listened, confused. Although he didn’t know Gu Tong’s intentions, he still followed her arrangents, understanding that in this special circumstance, her every word was an absolute command, the best directive!
"Also, don’t let those two Royal Doctors loaf around! Either have them defuse bombs or report to so deputy! Otherwise, they’re just eye-sores in the gathering area!"
As a Royal Doctor herself, Gu Tong had no patience for passive doctors. Being an Ironman triathlete, she held nothing but disdain for such downgraded peers.
Zhao Yong swallowed hard, silently mourning for those two Royal Doctors—being under such a commanding officer, there was no chance of not being driven hard.
However...
He couldn’t help but think of the Devil King himself, feeling awkward as he retracted all his thoughts, knowing they were tied in similar ways; neither could jest at the other...
The water boiled!
Gu Tong picked it up and glanced at Zhao Yong, who seed deep in thought, speaking with an icy tone, "Why are you still dawdling?! Hurry up and go!"
Zhao Yong almost jumped up in shock, startled by the killing aura in her eyes, and quickly responded with, "Yes..."
Then, he took off at a run to carry out the tasks as if wolves and tigers were chasing him.
Gu Tong’s dark eyes lingered on him for a mont, before she helplessly pursed her lips. How could Li Yan’s trainee be such a fledgling, not showing the deanor of a seasoned student at all?
But what she didn’t realize was that it wasn’t their immaturity, but rather her overwhelming authority that made them overly nervous. Her presence was no less intimidating than the Devil King’s...
Of course, later on, there were still so reckless individuals who complained, even to the Devil King himself, lanting about her. When his words had barely landed, so deputy already lit three incense sticks for him.
To dare speak ill of Gu Tong in front of soone madly protective of his wife—such a warrior deserved reverence...
Well done, Warrior! Farewell, Warrior!
But that’s another story!
...
Gu Tong carried the boiling water to the master bedroom, but Tie San was already too impatient. His hand hadn’t been relieved of pain—the piercing agony constantly reminded him he was alive...
"Miss Xue Tong, you’re finally back..."
He was about to die from the pain!
Gu Tong pursed her lips and said nothing more, instead turning over Tie San’s palm to begin the treatnt procedure.
She placed the dical kit nearby to facilitate the treatnt’s use.
"I’ll give you an anesthetic, don’t move!"
Initially, Gu Tong hadn’t intended to use anesthesia on him, but considering the upcoming plans, she decided to use it after all.
This anesthetic wasn’t a full one; it allowed him to remain conscious in a half-numb state, which would serve her purpose.
Tie San quickly nodded; he was in excruciating pain, feeling like he couldn’t survive. As long as the pain could be alleviated, he was willing to cooperate in any way possible...
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