[BL, MTL] The Future Of A Full-Time Doctor

24

He had to go to school the next day, and Wu Chenghe went to bed early. Hannibal was dealing with the email of the day alone in the study. When he saw a war report from the "quarterback" fleet, he stopped thoughtfully, clicked his finger twice on the desk, and connected the secretary Yuna's phone.

"Massal." The secretary, who is on standby 24 hours a day, is online immediately.

"How is the counter-terrorism operation against the 'Free Revolutionary Army' progressing on the side of the Second Army Group?" Hannibal asked.

"It has entered the tail-sweeping stage. With the assistance of the Second Army, the 'Quntguard' fleet destroyed 12 strongholds of the 'Free Revolutionary Army' and annihilated more than 2,600 people. At present, except for the last two strongholds, there are only some scattered soldiers who have fled, and it is expected that they will be completely eliminated within three months.

"Well, that's good." Hannibal gently rubbed his temple with his index finger, as if he was resisting some kind of discomfort. He "shed--" between his teeth and said, "Then let the 'quarterback' withdraw, and let the rest of the Lanser Star General do it."

"Massal." Yuna was obviously a little surprised. "Isn't it a waste of achievements to let the 'quarterback' withdraw now?"

"This is an order." The blue veins on the corners of Hannibal's forehead became violent. He took a deep breath, controlled his trembling right hand, took out a shotgun from the insulation cabinet, and said, "We have to move other people's territory, and we always want to give others a little benefit. The operation is nearing the end, and the Second Army Group is fully able to cope with it. Let the 'quarterback' withdraw and give up the credit to the Second Army Group, which is also a little compensation for me to General Lanser.

"Yes, Commander." Yuna was convinced of her boss and answered respectfully.

The communication was hung up, and a faint red fog surged in Hannibal's eyes. He groped to point the injection gun at his jugular vein and pulled the trigger. The cold medicine spread in the blood in an instant, and soon calmed down his restless brain.

The red fog in his eyes faded, and Hannibal breathed a long sigh of relief and put the injection gun back into the insulation cabinet. The corners of his eyes suddenly swept to the holographic picture frame in the corner of the table, which looped a three-dimensional photo of him and his wife. From love to marriage to having children, male talent and female appearance, door and household, everything seemed so harmonious and perfect.

This perfection will continue until he lives to be 80 years old, 100 years old... Any discordant notes must be eliminated!

In the basic school, Wu Chenghe officially entered the project team of the Teaching and Research Office.

Their ten interns were divided into five pairs and participated in five small projects, including meteorology, soil, animals and plants and other research directions. Wu Chenghe's biodrug-based training group has a teacher as the team leader, a teaching assistant as the deputy team leader, and an acquaintance as his internship partner.

"Senior, it's great to be in a group with you!" The junior from the ninth grade grabbed Wu Chenghe's hand gratefully as soon as he saw him, "I didn't thank you last time. If it weren't for you, I would have been trampled into meat that day!"

That's right, this child is the third-generation single-alone Xiaozhengtai saved by Wu Chenghe in the fan war on the first day of school. His surname is Chen, and his name is Chen Miaomiao. Although he is thin and small, like the unwell-blowed bean sprouts, his background is comparable to Marlow - his father, who succeeded in seven artificial inseminations, is Chen Zhen, the husband of Lena Popova, the general of the third group of the Yuanhang Army.