Chapter 223: Summoning a deity is easy, sending it off is hard

"Brother?"

"Sister?"

"Why are you here?"

The two of them raised their questions almost simultaneously.

Seeing that the two sides actually knew each other, the Military Police Squad Leader immediately frowned.

But considering that so many people were present, a public blood test couldn't be falsified.

So he promptly got straight to the point, saying, "Please have this comrade give a blood sample for testing. We don't need to know the concentration; we just need to determine whether the blood contains alcohol."

Ma Shuyao looked at the innocent‑faced Lu Yang and the situation in the office, and immediately understood what had happened.

She knew Lu Yang; back when they were in the New Recruit Company, the other had left a deep impression on her in battlefield first aid.

Especially his drama‑like immersive training, which greatly inspired the Medical Team's future first‑aid training.

Later, regarding Lu Yang's lower‑company assignment issue, the brother also quarreled with Gao Feng, and Gao Feng remained sulky for a long time because of it.

"Do you want to draw blood?"

Lu Yang voluntarily rolled up his sleeve.

Ma Shuyao let him sit down and said that drawing blood directly from the fingertip would suffice.

It only tests for the presence of alcohol, not the concentration; a dedicated alcohol test strip can detect it.

Under the gaze of so many people, even if Ma Shuyao wanted to help, she couldn't make any covert moves.

She could only follow the procedure, placing a few drops of Lu Yang's fingertip blood onto the test strip.

Everyone in the room stared expectantly at the test strip; if it changed color, it meant the blood contained alcohol, and if it didn't, it meant none.

But contrary to everyone's expectations, the test strip didn't change at all—Lu Yang's blood contained no trace of alcohol.

"How could this be possible?"

"He clearly drank, how could the blood alcohol test miss it?"

"Is this strip expired, or did we use the wrong one?"

Ma Shuyao immediately breathed a sigh of relief, while the passing personnel glared at the two Military Police.

"What do you mean by that? You called us here, and now you don't accept the result?"

"I'm telling you, if you have any headaches, fevers, colds, stay away from our Medical Team, or you'll see what we can do!"

Having offended the two senior members of the Medical Team made Zhang Jiaheng and the other feel extremely embarrassed.

But the on‑site test result left them genuinely baffled.

Based on experience, the Military Police Squad Leader judged that Lu Yang had at least an eighty percent chance of having drunk beer.

Yet the testing equipment wouldn't register anything, and the alcohol test couldn't detect it—truly a ghostly situation.

Lu Yang rubbed the fingertip puncture with a cotton swab, chuckling coldly: "I said I drank kvass, yet you refuse to believe it—are you trying to fabricate a baseless charge to convict me?"

Ma Qing'an slapped the table, his face full of anger: "Detaining our company's Platoon Leader without evidence—do you really think our Sixth Company is a soft target that can be bullied?"

He Zhen Tao also shouted: "Today, this matter must be explained to me, or neither of you will ever leave this room!"

Officer Li, his expression still sour, pulled out a small notebook: "A battalion hero facing injustice; a lone hero framed; order collapsing, morality decaying; I've never seen such shameless scum!"

The situation in the room tipped dramatically, and finally it was Zhang Jiaheng's turn to be terrified, both of them sweating profusely.

"Stop the car, stop the car, we've arrived!"

Gao Feng pointed at the building ahead and ordered the veteran who drove him here to park the car by the courtyard wall.

Before getting out, he opened his mouth to ask the other if he could smell the faint malt scent in his own mouth.

The veteran gave a wry smile: "Company Commander, you chugged four bottles of mineral water along the way, stopped to urinate twice, chewed a lot of chewing gum. Moreover, at noon you only drank a bit more than half a bottle of beer, and you've already emptied it all in one stream of urine."

Gao Feng was extremely cautious: "I'm not afraid of ten thousand, I'm only afraid of the one 'what if'. What if those turtle‑sons discover something and force me to give a blood draw? That would be troublesome."

"We're here to rescue people, not to get ourselves tangled up. Come, go in with me!"

"Okay."

The two got out of the car and hurried toward the interior of the building ahead.

Rushing there, someone asked what they were doing; upon hearing they were looking for Lu Yang, several Military Police in the hallway turned pale.

"The person is upstairs, in our Company Commander's office."

"Which floor?"

"Third floor, at the stairwell."

Gao Feng, without a word, sprinted up the stairs.

He paid no attention to the oddly expressive white‑hatted men downstairs.

During the ascent, a sudden urge to urinate struck, but he held it in and hurried to knock on the Company Commander's office door.

The door was left ajar, not fully closed; as soon as Gao Feng entered, he saw the room packed with people.

Not only Ma Qing'an and He Zhen Tao, but even his girlfriend Ma Shuyao was there?

Seeing the medical box on Ma Shuyao's shoulder, he instantly panicked.

Damn, they really drew blood?

These bastards are too ruthless!

They have to push things to the extreme, making Lu Yang a scapegoat?

But at that moment, Ma Shuyao gave him a reassuring look, leaving Gao Feng a little confused.

Could it be that the situation still has a twist? Wait, why do those two up front look so familiar?

Whoa, the regiment commander is here too; this scene is huge!

At the desk, Regiment Commander Wang Zhongxi was holding a cigarette.

He sat with a cold expression, inhaling and exhaling clouds of smoke, beside him sat the grim‑faced Political Commissar Tan Yuanzhou.

The Military Police Squad Leader sitting at the table wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with a tissue, repeatedly apologizing: "Regiment Commander Wang, this matter is indeed our fault; I sincerely apologize to both of you."

"Sir, you may take them back now; as for the two involved Military Police, I will certainly criticize them sternly!"

Wang Zhongxi, with a cigarette between his lips, chuckled: "Is that all? Do you know what kind of unit the Special Third Regiment is, what kind of spirit the Special Third Regiment has?"

"Lu Yang is a four‑qualities outstanding soldier in the regiment, a hero on the training ground, a benchmark for countless soldiers."

"Now you've arbitrarily detained both the people and the vehicle; do you think I, as the Regiment Commander, have no temper?"

The Squad Leader glared fiercely at the two standing beside him, Zhang Jiaheng and the other; they immediately, feeling aggrieved, apologized to Lu Yang and the Sixth Company commander.

The Squad Leader also stood up on his own initiative, apologized to Lu Yang, and stated that such an incident would never happen again.

Tan Yuanzhou snorted coldly: "Just by apologizing, does that settle the matter?"

"Without evidence, you want to convict someone; I think you've lost your minds!"

"Sir, we will of course take them away, but this won't end here; later, be ready to appear in the military newspaper!"

"Clerk Li, have you clarified the whole incident? Later, write it up for me in detail, recording the entire course of events. We'll first publish it to the Division, then to the Group Army!"

The Squad Leader was almost scared to the point of wetting his pants; if this gets into the Group Army newspaper, it will become a huge stain!

Then, not only will he be in trouble, even the Battalion Commander will be held accountable together!

"Two commanders, can we discuss this matter further? If there are issues, we'll resolve them; let's not amplify the impact......"

"Don't ask us; we're not the ones wronged. How could we be falsely accused? What are you asking?"

The Squad Leader immediately turned his gaze to Lu Yang, asking with an apologetic smile for his opinion?

Lu Yang smiled and said: "Comrade Squad Leader, actually this is just a misunderstanding."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's just a misunderstanding..."

"But Comrade Zhang Jiaheng insisted that I had been drinking, even though the Alcohol Tester showed no reaction, yet he forced me to come here for punishment."

"I thought we were soldiers of the same year, comrades from the New Recruit Company, so I honestly cooperated with the work, never expecting to be maliciously framed."

Zhang Jiaheng's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his legs were already beginning to feel weak.

Lu Yang didn't hold back at all: "I hope your squad can issue a written statement, formally apologizing to me, restoring my reputation."

The Squad Leader nodded: "Sure, sure."

"The personnel involved shall be punished."

"No problem."

"The entire squad must conduct a serious self‑review, and no longer create unjust punishments for the sake of punishment."

"We will definitely conduct a serious review; this was a mistake in our work."

"Finally, I think Zhang Jiaheng is too narrow‑minded, perhaps unable to handle Military Police duties; it would be best to kick him out of the Military Police unit to set the military spirit right!"

"No!"

Zhang Jiaheng became frantic: how could a mistake cause him to lose his livelihood?

The Military Police Squad Leader also panicked, hurriedly pleaded, saying his own lax discipline caused the work error.

The Squad Leader thought for a moment, and ultimately, under pressure and to preserve the Military Police unit's reputation, agreed to kick Zhang Jiaheng out of the Military Police team.

Wang Zhongxi gave the other no chance to argue, and directly transferred the soldier to his own regiment: "If he's unsuitable for Military Police duties, he can take another post; shall we assign him to the Sixth Company?"

"No problem!"

Ma Qing'an and He Zhen Tao wore cold smiles.

"Lu Yang, this soldier belongs to your First Platoon now."

"Alright!"

Lu Yang also gave a mischievous grin.

He watched those guys, red light flashing in their eyes.

Deprived of his uniform's protection, Zhang Jiaheng's face turned pale, and he almost wet his pants in fright.

"It's over, it's over, it's over!"

Sending the Military Police down to the grassroots is like throwing a little lamb into a wolf pack!

"Squad Leader, I......"

"It's decided then!"

The Squad Leader also annoyed him, giving him no chance to struggle.

The troublemaker was the one he pointed out, and he blew the matter up without any evidence.

According to procedure, if the Alcohol Tester shows no reaction, the person should be released, not detained; this already seriously violates duty regulations.

Now the higher‑ups have come knocking, bringing a publicity officer; if we can't satisfy them, the damage to the military newspaper will affect the honor of the entire Military Police.

"Inviting a deity is easy, sending one away is hard; this time we've hit a steel plate, we can only admit defeat."

"You're no longer part of the Military Police unit; come with me to handle the paperwork, undress, and then go with them!"

"Don't be afraid; as long as you actively correct yourself and recognize the mistake, you can still adapt to the new role and blend in with them."

Zhang Jiaheng's tears were about to fall: "I was a Military Police once; once sent to the grassroots, I'll just be beaten to pieces!"