Chapter 522: Brother Yang's kindness is endless, it simply cannot be repaid

Hey, honey~

The surgery is done, very successful, extremely successful.

Of course, the doctor recommended by our brigade commander, how could he not be skilled?

One could say it's miraculous skill; later we must send a banner of thanks...

A certain proctology hospital, in the ward.

Huang Honghui, who just finished hemorrhoidectomy surgery, was wearing a hospital gown, lying on the bed and calling his wife.

It's fine, no need to make a special trip; there's an orderly here.

Male, male, can I get a female orderly? What a joke, I'm a married man.

Our daughter's midterm exam is coming up, you still need to pick her up and drop her off for tutoring; Dad's health isn't great lately, so don't run around.

This is just a minor surgery; I can get out of bed and move within 24 hours; if recovery goes well, I'll be out of bed in two days and able to run and move in a week.

You know as well as I do how good military benefits are; this minor surgery is fully covered by the unit, no cost at all, plus there's an extra nutrition allowance.

Dietary restrictions, definitely need to avoid certain foods; no spicy food, no alcohol, and must stay in a good mood, no anger...

After hanging up, Huang Honghui's face was full of happiness.

A soldier still needs a family; only then is life complete.

When giving and dedicating, one doesn't need to worry about rear affairs; someone is managing them.

But at the same time, he feels he owes his wife a lot, so whenever he has free time he calls her to keep her company.

That's why, after so many years of marriage, the couple's relationship has remained good; the bed in the family quarters has always been broken.

Three patients in the ward, it's time to change the dressing.

At that moment, a nurse pushed a cart in: 'Take off your pants.'

Ah?

What 'ah'? How can you change the dressing without taking off your pants?

Huang Honghui really felt a bit embarrassed; he had just said he was a married man, and now this young lady was asking him to take off his pants.

The little nurse was obviously impatient: 'Can you hurry up? You big man, fussing around, making it seem like nobody wants to see your butt.'

Huang Honghui was snapped at, and only then reluctantly took off his pants so the nurse could apply medicine.

This made him involuntarily think: could the group of little nurses doing consolation performances in the camp also have such an impatient temperament?

If that's the case, then even if you get contact info and chat up a storm, it'll be hard to bear fruit later; even if married, an emotionally unstable partner won't make for a long-lasting relationship.

The battalion commander and his spouse are the best example; marriage itself requires mutual accommodation and understanding.

Huang Honghui shook his head, feeling his thoughts had gone too far; he guessed everyone was now bringing female comrades around the camp to show off their charm.

Just as the nurse left, the phone on his bedside table rang again; seeing it was the instructor calling, he supposed it was a male concerned about his surgery.

Huang Honghui answered the phone: 'Hey, Instructor.'

The instructor was frantic: 'Have you finished the surgery? How are you now? Can you come back for a bit?'

I've only just passed 24 hours; even going to the toilet I need to hold the wall, and at best I won't be able to walk normally until the day after tomorrow—what's up?

Something happened, something happened!

Huang Honghui's face changed, his lower body tensed.

Pulling at the wound immediately made him hiss in pain.

He glanced back; fortunately it wasn't serious, so he immediately put a pillow under himself and asked.

What's wrong? Did something happen during the event?

Yesterday afternoon, the consolation performance was going smoothly, but then at night a group of Military Police suddenly showed up for a spot check...

A spot check?

Huang Honghui was a bit dazed: 'In the past, spot checks are usually during the day, aren't they always on weekends? Why come in the middle of the night to check what, check if we kick off the blankets while sleeping?'

Instructor: 'Contraband!'

Damn, are they just bored and full?

Huang Honghui cursed, but seeing someone outside the door, he immediately lowered his voice.

Any unit, especially one with many veteran soldiers, will inevitably have some contraband.

For example, cigarettes, playing cards, magazines, MP3, MP4, off-the-books devices, etc.

The methods of hiding things are all sorts: water tanks, tops of electric fans, cracks in wall corners, gaps in bricks, even sand pits.

Veteran soldiers aren't just old in service; their concealment skills are also top-notch; sometimes even without a metal detector, they can't be found.

The instructor continued: 'This is deadly; this spot check came with professional gear, a metal detector that finds everything!'

Throughout the battalion, just counting off-the-books devices they found thirty units; a few were caught playing with them in the middle of the night under the covers, and were nabbed on the spot.

Also, a few hot-headed ones who didn't sleep at night, secretly drawing maps under the covers, were also caught red-handed.

They even went to your office....

They didn't even spare my office?

Not just yours, they went to everyone's office; indeed, their team leader led the way, saying leaders must lead by example!

The instructor said anguished: 'They found a box of small umbrellas in your office; then they came running to ask me, saying how could such a thing be in your drawer?'

Huang Honghui's face flushed like a monkey's butt, really hard to speak: 'What did you say?'

Instructor: 'What can I say? Can I gossip about your private affairs? Can I say the bed in the family quarters is old? What can I say? I just say I don't know; you go ask him yourself!'

Huang Honghui's blood surged, veins bulging on his forehead.

He never dreamed that just getting a hemorrhoid removed would cause such a big mess.

That bunch of white caps were idle in the middle of the night, yet they all mobilized—this is too much torment.

Battalion Commander, what do we say now—should we still hold today's event?

What the hell!

The instructor was about to cry: "The battalion commander and I went to the Military Police Battalion overnight, got put through the wringer all night, specially to explain the off‑book equipment and contraband items. This time we found too much—we can't cover it up, the problem's blown up."

The brigade commander is furious now; after pulling us out of the Military Police Battalion, he launched a torrent of vulgar abuse.

Say our battalion's chances for this year's excellence awards are out the window; even a few Four‑Have Soldiers who applied for third‑class merit will probably have their applications washed out.

Huang Honghui's head was buzzing: "How could this happen? In the past we always interfered with other units; why are they targeting us now, and at this critical moment, adding trouble? And it's the middle of the night—this isn't done in good faith, is it?"

The instructor shook his head: "Who knows what's going on, but anyway the leak's gotten big today; today's activities and filming plans have all been called off, and if we fix it we'll still be held up as a negative example and criticised."

If you can't come back, just stay away for now—the battalion's a mess, and if you return you'll just get scolded and punished along with everyone else.

Later on, if worse comes to worst, the Military Police might come to question you—just answer truthfully.

They're still coming to find me?

Huang Honghui was numb: "What do they want from me? I'm not even in the camp—I'm in the hospital getting hemorrhoid surgery!"

The instructor said: "They found a big box of that stuff in your drawer—threads and dab marks—and they need to get to the bottom of it."

Huang Honghui suddenly had a bad feeling: "Damn, they won't suspect me of having a problem with my personal conduct, will they?"

What do you say?

No, they're screwed up, these stupid...

Before he could finish speaking, a soldier wearing a white steel helmet appeared beside the bed.

Huang Honghui forced those last words back down his throat and turned his head to look at the person by the bed.

The Military Police pulled over a stool and sat down, smiling at him: "Hello, comrade. We've met before; we'd like to ask you a few questions about the situation."

Huang Honghui was numb, but he didn't recognize this Military Police officer and had never seen him before.

The Military Police produced the evidence and asked: "We found these in your office drawer; please explain them to avoid unnecessary misunderstanding."

Huang Honghui felt his lungs about to burst; it was really hard to bring up such a thing—how could he even speak?

What do you want to hear?

The purpose.

*Your mother!

Those three words, Huang Honghui cursed in his heart.

At a time like this, provoking the other side is not a wise choice.

So he could only adjust his mindset and explain that he was already married and that his lover visited the family quarters every month.

This Military Police officer was also obstinate; he directly asked for the family quarters manager's number and called to verify.

On the phone, the manager complained that Huang Honghui had excessive energy, breaking the bed frame again and again, and said that if he kept doing this he wouldn't be allowed to apply for family housing.

For this thirty‑something‑year‑old man, Huang Honghui's face turned as red as a monkey's butt; he almost wanted to pull the blanket over his head, too embarrassed to face anyone.

"All right, thanks for your cooperation; lately we've been strictly cracking down on military conduct issues, especially personal conduct, so please understand."

"From now on, try to hide this kind of stuff better; don't leave it in such an obvious place to avoid unnecessary misunderstanding."

"Finally, your butt seems to be bleeding; you'd better call the doctor and nurse to have a look."

Huang Honghui looked back and, sure enough, a large red patch had appeared on his buttocks!

His overexcitement caused the wound to burst open with bleeding!

Originally he might have been out of bed in two days and walking in a week, but now the wound has split open and the recovery time must be extended again!

The Military Police officer thoughtfully pressed the call button for him, then turned and left the ward.

Downstairs, Zhang Jiaheng was already waiting: "How'd it go—are they still cooperating?"

His companion nodded: "He's a bit worked up, but still cooperating."

Zhang Jiaheng laughed: "At least he's sensible—go drive, I'll call the team leader to report the situation."

"Yes, Squad Leader."

Zhang Jiaheng pulled out his phone and reported the situation upward.

His superior on the other end praised his work highly, saying he had rendered great merit and would be richly rewarded when he returned.

Zhang Jiaheng hung up, his mouth almost splitting from grinning: "Hehe, another step closer to the tri‑service Military Police; Yang‑ge is just too thoughtful, sending me performance every day—this favor is endless, I can never repay it!"