A mirror grinder? No, call me the master polisher of magical tools.

Chapter 340 Oh no, I'm a melon!

Zhong Ming was completely embarrassed.

Lying in front of me is Sister No. 01, the captain of the maintenance team.

Holy crap, just noticing that this is the highest-level medical area made me think of all the rough guys from the Shield Guard Battalion around me, forgetting that even the Foundation Establishment stage captains can be treated here.

His toes are so sore they could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the ground.

Especially considering her usually harsh tone, her voice was now either gentle or too weak; in any case, it was incredibly soft, enough to melt the ears of anyone who had never met her.

Hmm... Anyone who has met her now gets goosebumps and their hair stands on end.

For the first time, Zhong Ming truly understood what it meant to feel "like a thorn in one's back".

"Hmm, Captain, I came to see if you're still alive. I'm already the captain of the Third Guard Team, I can't be a maintenance team member on top of that."

Zhong Ming's teeth ached when he said this, because he was afraid of upsetting her, but also afraid of actually touching her.

He came here to watch the drama unfold, but he's almost become the drama himself.

However... she seems to have missed the point.

"Yes, yes, heh~~" Her breath made a sound that made people's hearts itch. "You're also the captain, you have the authority to come in and see me."

Zhong Ming: ......

"Damn it, I'm going to find Sister Liuli right now and ask her for some anesthetic... no, I need amnesia potion... no, I vehemently deny it. I was never here. This was just a dream she had during her surgery. I was never here, absolutely never."

With that in mind, Zhong Ming decided to find an excuse to slip away first.

"You just had surgery, so get some rest. Now that you're alright, I'll..."

"Wait." The two words were like a goose feather, gently brushing past him before drifting away with the wind, leaving him feeling itchy all over.

Just then, a group of people passed by in front of the camp. They were quite large and blocked the entire path. Within moments, they opened the camp, but he was unable to get out.

He braced himself and waited for Captain 01 to speak, but what he got in return was her hand slowly emerging from the pale hospital blanket.

At that moment, a sentence echoed in Zhong Ming's mind: 'You can be shameless, but you can't be an animal. They've already dreamt about it; at least cooperate a little.'

Zhong Ming strolled forward, doing whatever was different from usual.

His tall frame almost blocked all the light coming in from the hole above, and his face was hidden in shadow.

He didn't bend down; her hand gently grasped his trousers.

"You're amazing, you're really amazing."

As she spoke, her hand trembled slightly, and a flash of silver appeared. Zhong Ming saw something all too familiar.

Silver needles.

This was the first customer he encountered while he was in solitary confinement. It was a whole set of silver needles. Not long after, he brought one over for him to polish. To this day, he still doesn't know the exact number of those silver needles.

"02 helped me deliver the needles... I thought you were bragging." She murmured, as if she was about to fall asleep any second.

"Very useful, it's been a huge help..."

Zhong Ming didn't know what she was thanking her for. Was it because the upgraded silver needles helped her block a fatal blow from the enemy? Or because she delivered the fatal blow to the enemy? Or because the self-destruction was powerful enough?

Anyway, he felt that if he didn't leave soon, something really bad would happen.

"I'm glad I could help. The medical monk said you need to rest. Go to sleep, go to sleep." He spoke softly, bent down slightly, pulled her hand away, tucked it back into the blankets, and left without looking back.

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She was too weak, too weak to do anything but helplessly watch him leave.

Zhong Ming made up his mind: this is a dream. No matter what she asks later, he will deny it to the death. Today, I will leave after talking with Yue Kaishan. My brother is my witness!

He stepped out of the tent and hurriedly ran to the door. At that moment, Zhang Youcai was still squatting in a small corner, gesturing with a tree branch. Zhong Ming pulled him away.

"Captain...Captain, are you healed?"

Zhong Ming walked with long, powerful strides, full of energy.

"Ahem, don't ask. Come on, I'll take you to apply for a rest. We'll go to the military merit point exchange office at the Sky Outpost to find you a suitable cultivation technique. It's better to start cultivating sooner rather than later." He changed the subject directly.

"Captain! Really, Captain!"

"You've already eaten the dried meat, so you probably won't be hungry for the next few days. Let's go see what the higher-ups say."

In fact, by this time, the decision had already been made from above.

The ambush was executed brilliantly. The higher-ups, led by Lord Zhao, believe that the 134th Battalion has done a good job. Now, all personnel are to rest and recuperate until the cannons are repaired, leaving only a small number of maintenance staff.

You can decide on the victory banquet yourselves. In any case, whether in name or in reality, we have successfully ambushed and annihilated a group of enemies, and we have sufficient and absolutely confirmed evidence of the alliance between the barbarians and the merfolk.

He made a great contribution.

Before Zhong Ming even arrived, the messenger shouted excitedly and ran all the way to deliver the message.

Don't ask why he ran so fast, he got a day off after giving the order for one lap!

Just as Zhang Youcai was overjoyed to hear the news, Zhong Ming grabbed his hand.

It gripped very tightly and with great force.

He was about to cry out in pain when, just as he opened his mouth, he was sent flying horizontally by lightning speed, nearly biting his tongue.

Zhong Ming once again displayed the wild flying posture he had when he first learned to fly; the trajectory of the Mad Mother Sword in the air was nothing short of insane.

Thirty breaths later.

Zhang Youcai's eyes were filled with tears as he tried hard not to cry. His wrist was in so much pain that it felt like it had dislocated.

Zhong Ming stopped and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Alright, alright, we made it! That's great!"

"team leader....."

"Oh, by the way, you've never ridden in a flying boat, have you? It's very comfortable inside."

Beyond Zhong Ming's broad back, a massive flying boat hovered in front of him, with a howling wind behind him as countless cultivators descended upon the area—it was precisely the time to scramble for the queue.

This is the first spirit ship to return, we must seize it!

Thanks to Zhong Ming, they were the eighth and seventh from the bottom to board the ship.

"Passengers, please note that this ship departs from the east coast of Pingzhou and will fly directly to the Yelan River General Headquarters air base without any stops en route..."

The captain's voice inside the ship was devoid of emotion; as soon as he finished speaking, the flying boat took off without any hesitation.

The two sat down on the soft cushions, their tense hearts finally relaxing. Zhang Youcai rubbed his wrists and moved them around, thinking that thankfully they weren't dislocated.

Zhong Ming closed his eyes and pondered. He decided that he had to get away from this place of trouble.

.....

Several hours later, Sister 01, who had just woken up, looked at the bedside in confusion, recalling what had just happened.

'This can't be a dream, can it?'

'Could this be... a wet dream? I don't think I like him, do I?'