Chapter 48

"Report!"

"Enter!"

Feng Yuxiu took a deep breath and pushed open the door to Regimental Commander Wang Qingrui's office.

Upon entering, Wang Qingrui was still burying his head in reading documents.

So he could only stand there quietly.

His gaze stared steadily at the Regimental Commander.

On the way here, he had thought through all the possibilities.

Other than killing a thug, there was nothing that would make this Regimental Commander find him.

This level of existence was rare to see, let alone for him, even the Company Commander rarely saw him.

"Do you want some tea?" Wang Qingrui asked without raising his head.

"Report, Regimental Commander, I'm not thirsty."

The conversation was interrupted.

He stood there for half an hour before Wang Qingrui finally finished reading the document in his hand, raised his head, reached for his large teacup, and took three sips.

"Comradeship in the military is very important because it represents long-term companionship. When I first saw you, I knew you didn't treat the military as a home, nor did you treat these comrades as family."

"Now it's a bit different; it seems I didn't misjudge you back then."

Feng Yuxiu listened to Wang Qingrui's words with an expressionless face.

He knew clearly in his heart that the Regimental Commander couldn't have found him for such a boring question.

"If... if one day, the Steel Seventh Company were no longer here—I'm just saying if—would you still be willing to stay?"

Feng Yuxiu was stunned.

"Of course, I'm just saying if; the Steel Seventh Company has such a long history, how could it be gone?" Wang Qingrui saw Feng Yuxiu's expression and corrected the assumption.

Feng Yuxiu stood straight, "Wherever the military wants me to go, I will go; I don't have the right to choose."

Wang Qingrui clearly didn't get a satisfactory answer, but he still nodded.

"Go."

Feng Yuxiu was completely puzzled; what was the Regimental Commander playing at?

The moment he stepped into the doorway and pushed the door open.

That deep voice rang out, "Xu Sanduo."

"Present!" Feng Yuxiu turned instinctively.

"Perform well."

Feng Yuxiu paused, his voice resonant and powerful, "Yes!"

After walking out of the room.

Inside, Wang Qingrui lowered his head again to look at the documents on the table.

"Digging for people all the way to me, damn it, this is going too far!"

——

Night fell.

Feng Yuxiu continued to hang upside down on the wall; this time it was still the adjacent left-hand fingers.

The severed limb of his index finger had gradually healed; his internal cultivation method was an ancient one, capable of significantly circulating Qi and blood and clearing blocked energy.

It wasn't easy for the bones to heal, but it was much faster than for an average person.

Crack!

The sound of a bone breaking rang out.

Feng Yuxiu stood up, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

The tendons of the two adjacent fingers were too close, and the joints were also branched; this pain was even more intense than the last time.

After using broken bones to pull and push the tendons, he needed a five-day buffer period.

The remaining six fingers would take at least a month.

He hoped the military wouldn't suddenly have any missions.

Otherwise, his severed fingers would be greatly affected.

"Stop!"

A cold reprimand made Feng Yuxiu turn back helplessly.

He stood straight, "Squad Leader."

The two inspectors stared at him coldly, "Who told you to come out!"

The other one seemed somewhat surprised, but still didn't speak.

"My hand is broken, it hurts too much, I was afraid it would affect my comrades."

After speaking, he raised his blood-stained severed finger.

"Go to the infirmary, be careful."

The inspector looked at the bone fragments protruding from the finger and his eyelids twitched.

"Yes, Squad Leader!"

Feng Yuxiu turned and walked toward the infirmary.

The second inspector suddenly said softly, "I recognize him; to protect his comrades, he killed a thug a few days ago."

"I heard about that matter too, it was him?"

"Absolutely right, I didn't expect him to have his hand broken by thugs."

The two were enveloped in inner shock, "Should we take a detour recently? Not come to this area?"

"No, we must come; this is our mission, even if a superior officer violates discipline, it's no exception!"

Feng Yuxiu walked out, holding his broken finger, under the military doctor's constricted pupils.

"This can't go on; there are no herbs here, and I can't use ancient methods to cover it. If I keep breaking my fingers, I'll definitely be talked to by the Political Director."

A self-mutilating private is a big problem.

He had to think of a way.

And recently, the inspectors were patrolling more and more frequently.

He had already been discovered twice.

The third time, he would definitely be punished.

Feng Yuxiu slowly looked at his own hands.

"If I do it this way, although it's a bit painful, it's a one-time thing, and I don't have to worry about being found out."

"It's just that I won't be able to use my hands for at least two months."

Feng Yuxiu looked up at the sky, revealed a smile, and did a somersault in the air.

He flipped faster and higher.

At the moment he reached the highest point, he suddenly adjusted his posture in mid-air, curled his two broken fingers, and thrust his remaining six fingers toward the concrete ground.

Crack!

"Hmph!!!!"

The massive pain of six fingers breaking made his vision go black, and he rolled on the ground, gasping for air.

His heart even felt a sense of suffocation from a heart attack.

Under this extremely painful feeling, Feng Yuxiu laughed out loud.

His face was ferocious and terrifying, yet a smile hung on his lips.

The feeling of killing was still lingering in his mind, and this intense pain allowed that sense of satisfaction to continue.

"Cough, cough, I am the villain of that world, so I should be like this, I should be like this! How can I become a grandmaster if I'm not crazy!"

"But it hurts like hell!"

Feng Yuxiu stood up, trembling, and walked back toward the infirmary.

When he pushed the door and entered, the military doctor, who was disinfecting, was completely stunned.

He stared in disbelief at Feng Yuxiu's blood-stained hands.

"Squad Leader, I'm sorry, it was too dark outside just now and I fell; could you please help me treat it."

——

Shi Jin and Wu Liuyi stared solemnly at Feng Yuxiu on the bed.

The military doctor at the side stared at Feng Yuxiu as if facing a formidable enemy.

Feng Yuxiu looked outside helplessly.

He hadn't expected the military doctor to tell the Squad Leader and Deputy Squad Leader directly.

"It's like this: this private's injuries don't look like they were caused by a fall; the first two fingers were slightly affected, but this time six fingers were completely broken—it looks more like... self-mutilation."

The military doctor's words made Shi Jin's expression incomparably solemn.

"Sanduo, have you been unable to sleep and under too much pressure lately?" Shi Jin's face changed instantly, and he asked with a kind smile.

"No, Squad Leader."

"Then why have you been coming out every night these past few days? Is something on your mind?" Shi Jin seemed to have found Feng Yuxiu's inner thoughts and kept asking.

Feng Yuxiu frowned, "Squad Leader, what are you trying to say?"

"Nothing, nothing, you sit down first, Doctor, please come out... Liuyi, keep Sanduo company and talk to him."

The two walked outside.

Shi Jin said in a deep voice, "Doctor, could it be some kind of mental illness?"

The military doctor frowned, "Has he received any major stimulation lately?"

"Yes... he killed a person three or five days ago."