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Xia Rou didn’t take him along when treating patients, so she couldn’t truly be counted as his wife yet. Yan Xiaobao felt a little frustrated but was helpless. When Xia Rou left again to see another patient, he sat alone at the entrance of Dexi Hall and started mulling over an idea:
Rourou’s out practicing dicine, Wife Tiantian is off who knows where, and Wife Xiao Wan can’t be reached for now. So today, I’ll go find Wife Bingbing and build so rapport.
"Xiao Chong," Yan Xiaobao called out to Chen Long, who was wiping down the herbal dicine cabinet.
In Yan Xiaobao’s eyes, Chen Long didn’t live up to his na as a "dragon," so he refused to call him Little Dragon. The nickna "Little Worm" sounded way too gross, and considering that Chen Long might beco his brother-in-law one day, he decided to show so respect. Hence, he settled on the nickna "Xiao Chong."
"Brother Bao, what is it?" Chen Long eagerly dashed over.
"How do I get to the Patrol Office?" Last ti, Yan Xiaobao went to the Patrol Office in Han Ruobing’s car, but he’d spent the entire ti admiring her profile and hadn’t bothered to rember the route.
Chen Long responded, "Head out to the street corner and take a bus—routes 165, 173, or 223 will all get you there."
Yan Xiaobao thought for a mont, then said, "Rourou isn’t around, and taking the bus is no fun. I’ll grab a cab instead. Do you have any money?"
"Uh..." Chen Long dug through his pockets, pulled out a handful of crumpled bills, counted about sixty or seventy yuan, and handed it to Yan Xiaobao. "Is this enough?"
"How would I know?" Yan Xiaobao widened his eyes. He had no idea how much a round trip to the Patrol Office would cost by cab.
"For just going to the Patrol Office, a round trip should be enough."
Hearing this, Yan Xiaobao didn’t waste another word, grabbed the money, and left.
"Living off us for free and taking our money—such thick skin!" Zheng Xiaoyu muttered under her breath, directing her complaint at Yan Xiaobao’s departing figure.
Though Zheng Xiaoyu’s voice was soft, Yan Xiaobao could hear her loud and clear.
Yan Xiaobao turned back with a grin and said, "My wife’s money is my money, and my brother-in-law’s money is my money too. But don’t worry—I wouldn’t take your money. With your small chest, you could never be one of my wives anyway."
"You..." Zheng Xiaoyu straightened her chest. "Who says I’m small? I’m a B-cup, okay?"
"Careful wearing such thick pads in this heat—you might get a rash," Yan Xiaobao retorted as he walked away briskly.
"You scoundrel!" Zheng Xiaoyu’s face turned completely red, equal parts mortified and enraged.
Chen Long, who was behind the counter, glanced at Zheng Xiaoyu’s "B" cup, muttering, "Actually... so people do like smaller breasts..."
"Get lost!"
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Standing at the street corner trying to hail a cab, Yan Xiaobao decided to give Han Ruobing a call.
"I’m busy with a case—no ti," Han Ruobing said curtly before hanging up imdiately.
She wasn’t trying to brush him off—Han Ruobing was genuinely dealing with a critical case where lives hung in the balance.
At the inpatient tower of Binhai dical University Second Hospital, red and blue police lights flashed everywhere. The Third Team of Baofeng District Patrol, led by Han Ruobing, was the first to arrive on the scene.
On the 12th floor of the inpatient building, a dical dispute had escalated into a full-blown crisis. A highly unstable patient, wielding a surgical knife, had taken a nurse hostage and was now locked in a standoff with the patrol officers.
Han Ruobing was coordinating her team to evacuate patients from nearby wards, stabilize the extremist patient’s emotions, and control the situation while waiting for the Chief Constable to deploy a sniper team.
With such heavy responsibility and overwhelming pressure, she had no ti to take Yan Xiaobao’s calls.
Yet Yan Xiaobao persisted, calling over and over without giving up. If Han Ruobing didn’t take a mont to properly address him, he’d keep calling until her phone died.
Unable to ignore it any longer, Han Ruobing instructed Constable Xing to take over command temporarily. She stepped into the hallway and picked up the phone. "Yan Xiaobao, what do you want? I’m incredibly busy right now! Can you stop pestering and let finish my work first, alright?"
"Bingbing, are you busy?" Yan Xiaobao asked excitedly. "Perfect timing—I can help you! I’ll sort everything out quickly, and then you can co enjoy so lobster with , okay?"
Han Ruobing was exasperated. "Just don’t make things worse for —that would be a big help in itself!"
"How could I ss things up for you? I’m super capable! Bingbing, where are you right now?"
"Binhai dical University Second Hospital," she replied.
Knowing he wouldn’t give up, Han Ruobing decided to tell him outright to save ti. Besides, the inpatient building was fully locked down, and there was no way Yan Xiaobao would be able to get in anyway.
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A short while later, Baofeng District’s Patrol Office Chief Constable Zhang Zhixue arrived in person with a carefully trained team. The hospital’s director, Zhang Hongde, led a group of senior executives to et him at the entrance of the inpatient tower to discuss counterasures.
Given that Zhang Hongde was Zhang Zhixue’s father, the two skipped all formalities and began deliberating solutions right away. Poor handling of this hostage incident could negatively impact both of them in major ways.
"Ti is of the essence—any delay, even a minute, could lead to unforeseen outcos. My suggestion: imdiately deploy the snipers and neutralize the suspect," Zhang Zhixue decisively advised.
In hostage situations, the top priority is ensuring the safety of the hostages. The suspect’s life or death is secondary.
Zhang Hongde considered this carefully. "Simply neutralizing the target may cause... too much backlash. I think we should take a two-pronged approach—send in negotiation experts while simultaneously positioning the snipers."
"Alright." Zhang Zhixue didn’t waste ti and issued the orders imdiately. Negotiators and snipers began their respective preparations.
anwhile, a commotion unexpectedly broke out nearby.
"Hey! I’m here to find my Bingbing—if you keep blocking , I’ll have to deal with you!" Yan Xiaobao had arrived at the scene but was stopped by the periter patrol, who refused to let him inside.
The patrol officer tried reasoning with him, "There’s a critical incident happening here—no one is allowed in or out. When it’s resolved, you can co find your wife."
Yan Xiaobao replied, "I’m here to help Bingbing with this critical incident!"
The officer gave him a dubious look. "Who’s your wife?"
"Han Ruobing," he declared.
"Nonsense!"
Everyone in Baofeng District’s patrol teams knew who Han Ruobing was—she was single, with no husband in sight.
"Move over now, or we’ll charge you with obstructing official duties and take you in!" The officer sternly warned, reaching out to push Yan Xiaobao back toward the periter.
"Ow!" Anyone who tried to touch Yan Xiaobao inevitably ended up with a twisted wrist, crying out in pain and crumpling to the ground.
"Let him go right now!" Several periter patrol officers rushed over, guns drawn and pointed at Yan Xiaobao.
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