The old leader was blushing and furious. He reached out and pulled off Huo Siran's epaulette. The person next to him rushed up to stop him, but was frightened by the old leader's loud voice and retreated. Shu Chong's head

The window was wide open and the sun shone in. Huo Siran happened to stand against the light. The straight navy blue military uniform lacked the bright yellow, but instead seemed more calm and restrained. The handsome face with clear edges flashed and darkened in the shadow of the backlight. The specific expression was hard to guess and see clearly, but it attracted people's attention so strongly, making people want to find out what he was doing.

"No one cares about him... and he also applies to go out of the army to fight? Let me stand there! If you don't stand enough, you can stop!!"

The old leader was furious and slapped the table hard with his slap, which made the small yellow slap fall off the ground. Then he obviously gasped and something was wrong with his right leg.

Lin Yitong, who was beside her, noticed something was wrong.

The watery eyes trembled slightly. She put down the medical record and ran over. Her little hand suddenly held the old leader's arm and gestured to him to sit down with her eyes. When he sat down, he gently brought the stethoscope to do a quick and simple examination. Her slender and soft fingers pressed on him gently and quickly, with a serious and professional expression. Finally, he could see that he was angry and his blood was not flowing smoothly, so his right leg began to tremble. Her slender eyelashes trembled, and she lowered her eyes to stroke his legs.

Hosran's deep eyes narrowed the figure that suddenly appeared, and his face changed slightly.

"It hurts?" she asked softly and concerned.

The old leader said angrily: "I don't feel any pain!"

Her little face was slightly stunned, but she still didn't care when she closed her eyes. She started to massage and relieve stress with gentle and forceful techniques. But she knew in her heart that these were all soothing effects, and the important thing was that he had to stop getting angry now.

"What are you looking at? Let's stand it!" The old leader scolded again with a cold face.

Huo Siran's face moved slightly.

He explained softly, his voice low and steady: "I applied for outbound operations because the lives of that team of people were left outside the country and I still can't even find the bodies - I have a responsibility for this."

"Of course you have a responsibility," the old leader glared at him, "But what do you plan to be responsible?! Don't think I don't know your thoughts. You didn't plan to come back after you went!"

"I would rather die than me."

"Bastard!" The old leader almost jumped up in anger, and he was so angry that he wanted to shoot him. "Is this how you solve the problem? I am the only soldier I brought out, you are the one who can take the most. You dare to die for me!"

Because of excitement, the old leader shook his legs and couldn't stand firm.

Huo Siran's face suddenly changed, and the firm and hard lines suddenly softened. He took a step forward worriedly and shouted: "Captain Tan..."

The old leader fell on the chair, and the first person to stabilize him was Lin Yitong.

Seeing that the situation was not good, fine sweat oozed out from her forehead—

"Chief, if you are stimulated and angry again, your leg will never move again..." Her crisp voice suddenly spoke, breaking the solemn and stalemate of the room.

What?!

Several people immediately held their breath and looked at Lin Yitong in shock.
Chapter completed!