Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Black-Faced God

In this barracks, two people in a row, three people in a row, the iron discipline suddenly forgot at this time, and there was only one thought in her mind, that is, to catch Luo Zhaoyang, and then give him two feet fiercely, making him feel painful.

Seeing Wang Meixin catch up, Luo Zhaoyang knew that there was no good result for her to catch up, so the two of them began to chase one after the other on this straight road, and the soldiers on both sides of the road cast strange glances at them for their such presumptuous behavior.

Luo Zhaoyang didn't pay attention to these strange eyes at all, he didn't know why others looked at him like that, the wide military camp allowed Luo Zhaoyang to run as much as he wanted, as if he wasn't worried about the poor alley in front of him, let alone worried that Wang Meixin would be able to catch him, looking at Wang Meixin who was panting behind him, he would stop from time to time and wave to Wang Meixin, and then said with a smile: "Don't hurry up, don't say I'm not waiting for you." ”

Luo Zhaoyang's words were full of challenges, which made Wang Meixin even more angry, and just when Luo Zhaoyang was proud, suddenly a tall figure suddenly appeared behind him, his dark skin seemed to be hidden in the night, and the only thing that people could see clearly was this set of military uniforms on his body, and the stars on the military uniform made Wang Meixin immediately stand up and salute the military.

"Hello chief." Although Wang Meixin seemed a little out of breath because she was chasing Luo Zhaoyang, her voice was not the slightest ambiguity, on the contrary, it was loud and powerful.

Looking at Wang Meixin's nervousness, Luo Zhaoyang finally felt the inexplicable righteousness behind him, and just when he turned around, two big eyes were staring at him, and the mighty gaze scared Luo Zhaoyang to the ground suddenly.

"What is he, don't you know that the army is disciplined?" The loud voice made Wang Meixin's straight body even more straight.

"Report to the chief, he is a military doctor Luo, we just came from Qingkai City, and we are ordered to ......"

"Are you Wang Meixin, the granddaughter of Wang Lao?" Before the man could finish speaking, he interrupted her, and then looked at Wang Meixin again.

"Report to the division commander, yes!" Wang Meixin still didn't dare to make the slightest movement, and maintained a posture with her head held high.

Luo Zhaoyang took advantage of the light of the street lamp and found that the man in front of him was about the same age as Wang Jianhui, his strong body blocked his military uniform in a dignified manner, the square face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, under the high bridge of the nose, and the tightly closed lips knew that he was very angry now.

The man held his hands behind his back, and after hearing Wang Meixin's answer, his sharp gaze shot at Wang Meixin and Luo Zhaoyang like two strong lights, and just when Luo Zhaoyang thought that he knew that Wang Lao's identity would change his attitude towards him, he suddenly raised the decibel level of his voice by a few points, and said loudly: "Can you see the law and discipline when you first come, look at what you have become now, like a soldier?" ”

"I was wrong, I'll pay attention to it later?" Wang Meixin replied seriously, just as he finished speaking, she found that Luo Zhaoyang beside her was casual and complacent, as if he didn't put the teacher in front of her in her eyes at all.

For Wang Meixin's eyes, he also began to notice this military doctor, but just as he was about to have a seizure, Luo Zhaoyang spoke first: "Division commander, right?" Are you sick? ”

"Luo Zhaoyang, you are presumptuous." Wang Meixin heard Luo Zhaoyang say this, she was taken aback, although she is the granddaughter of the Wang family, but you must know that the one in front of her is not an ordinary division commander, he is a well-known black-faced god in the army, whether it is the Wang family or the Liu family, they hope to be able to support this team commander who supports the cutting-edge weapons of the whole army and has a high scientific and technological content, but he is just dedicated to the construction of the army, and in such a situation, he has become a "non-party person", so as long as it is a member of the army, no one does not know, I don't know what is at stake of this black-faced god commander Bao Jinhua.

"I'm not wrong, is he really sick? Otherwise, how could he ......" Luo Zhaoyang touched his chin, and when his eyes were fixed on Bao Jinhua's face, his brows furrowed suddenly.

"Luo Zhaoyang, if you don't speak, no one will say that you are dumb, you ......" Wang Meixin gritted her teeth, turned her head over, and said fiercely, if it weren't for Bao Jinhua here, she would have taught him a good lesson a long time ago, so that he would know what it means to contradict his superiors.

"Let him finish, I want to hear that I am wrong, that I am sick there?" Bao Jinhua stretched out his hand to stop Wang Meixin, at this time he was not in a hurry, because he was in the barracks, and no one dared to contradict him, he wanted to see how this kid was cunning.

"Have you said wrong, even if there is a mistake, I dare not correct it, and I can't correct it, I say that you are sick means that you are sick, do you always feel dizzy recently, and sometimes there is no memory when the brain is interrupted?" Luo Zhaoyang said very seriously, his frowning brow made his face look a little ugly.

"Oh, it seems that we misunderstood, I didn't expect you, a little military doctor, to have such a level, not bad." Bao Jinhua looked at Wang Meixin, he was embarrassed for his misunderstanding of Luo Zhaoyang, but he was still very dissatisfied with Luo Zhaoyang's dress.

"My level is more than that, now you give me your hand, I'll give you a pulse image, if I guess correctly, you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow." Luo Zhaoyang didn't wait for Bao Jinhua to agree, he grabbed Bao Jinhua's hand, and his two fingers were about to take the pulse, and just when his hand just touched Bao Jinhua, Bao Jinhua, who was already used to it, suddenly slapped his hand, and the hand that was originally grabbed by Luo Zhaoyang escaped at once, but at the same time, his hand buckled Luo Zhaoyang's wrist, and he saw his hand raised slightly, and he easily used it with one move.

Seeing that he was about to subdue Luo Zhaoyang, suddenly Luo Zhaoyang did a backflip, he immediately escaped Bao Jinhua's coercion, and at the same time as he landed, he quickly punched out, so that Bao Jinhua had to let go of the grip on it.

"How dare you fight back?" Bao Jinhua took a step back and dodged Luo Zhaoyang's punch, he just thought that the medical skills of this little military doctor in front of him were good, but from this escape technique, he could see that this young man's kung fu should also be good.

"I really want to help you see a doctor, but you actually hurt someone, you just wait to sleep in bed tomorrow, don't you come to me when the time comes?" Luo Zhaoyang shook his hand, picked up a backpack on the ground, and said unhappily, he didn't expect that he would kindly remind him, but in the end, it was misunderstood, and he almost let him be held hostage.

"I do have the symptoms you just mentioned, but I just checked in the hospital today, and my illnesses are completely because I haven't rested well these days, so I have caused this, you don't think I have a dark disease, right?" Bao Jinhua said seriously, although he accepted Luo Zhaoyang's diagnosis, he still dared to doubt that he would not be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

"Then you must have had a CT scan, and your attending doctor only advised you to rest well and prescribed some tranquilizers for you." Luo Zhaoyang sneered, and then said disdainfully, as if Bao Jinhua's illness was seen by him, and the medicine was still prescribed by him.

"It seems that you understand the process, so what else do you have to say?" Bao Jinhua asked, if Luo Zhaoyang meant to say something wrong at this time, he could still tolerate the soldiers who thought about his health, but from Luo Zhaoyang's eyes, he couldn't see a little remorse from him.

"Luo Zhaoyang, you still don't apologize?" Wang Meixin reminded on the side, you must know that Bao Jinhua is not an ordinary character, and if she wants to be clever in front of him, Wang Meixin feels that this is self-inflicted shame.

"I haven't even asked him to apologize to me, so what's the reason for me to apologize? If you think I'm wrong, you can ignore it, but you're doing it to me, so you should apologize to me. Luo Zhaoyang really didn't know what he was wrong with, he really didn't know how this division commander who didn't distinguish between right and wrong sat in this position.