C1 To Beijing

The misty sky of the Yunnan Province was the border.

The sound of gunshots rang out in the forest, causing the birds to fly high into the sky, chirping and flapping their wings as they flew away.

"The Dark Eagle is injured. Fuck, where is the military doctor that was sent? Xiao Yan, stop the bleeding, don't let me remind you!" From the darkness, the figure of a person stepped out. On his shoulder, there was a man in his twenties.

Ye Zhiqiu stood up from the darkness and took out a few herbs from the man's body. In the darkness, he couldn't see clearly, but if he was close enough, he would find that these were just some ordinary dandelions and honeysuckle flowers. After kneading a few herbs in his hand for a moment, they were completely crushed, and then the wound on the "Falcon" was exposed, and he smeared the paste on it.

"Damn it, what are you doing? What is that thing of yours?" "I need antibiotics, why did the military send such a doctor, how can my mission end?" The leader of the group was code-named "Broken Wolf", he was the leader of the team, his real name was Han Jianyi, and he was the son of an officer in Chengchuan Military District.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't even raise his head. With a flick of his wrist, a silver needle appeared in his hand and pierced into the acupuncture points around the wound.

"Scram!" Broken Wolf shouted and swept away the silver needle in Ye Zhiqiu's hand. He growled, "Do you have any antibiotics or not? There's something wrong with using those things, Dark Eagles. Your father will send you to a military court."

The mission of this team was to eliminate the drug dealers that were wandering around the border between the two sides. The orders on the team was to eliminate the drug dealers that were wandering around the border between the two sides.

Ye Zhiqiu was not a part of the team. Before the mission started, he had to join the team because the military doctor had yet to recover from his injuries.

The special forces in the dark in the distance all heard this voice and looked over, their eyes filled with a sense of exclusion.

"No." Ye Zhiqiu also stopped fighting. There were already many people who didn't believe in Chinese medicine anymore, and he, was the only son of a traditional Chinese medicine expert, born with Ye Family.

"Reporting, I brought a small amount of antibiotics," a warrior suddenly came out from the bushes and reported in a low voice.

"Bring it here, doctor, wait for me. I will report it to the higher-ups when we get back." The Savage Wolf ferociously glanced at Ye Zhiqiu, took the antibiotics and injected them into the falcon's body.

Three days later, Ye Zhiqiu was standing in the colonel's office next to Han Jianyi, and across from him was Han Mingxin.

"You've been removed by the special forces. In this battle, you've made an unforgivable mistake. Carry your things and leave the military …" Han Mingxin's face was incomparably old-fashioned, and his body carried a murderous intent that was cultivated on the battlefield.

"Yes sir!" Ye Zhiqiu replied with a salute and walked out of the office without any explanation.

Outside the window, it was blue and the clouds were rolling endlessly under the plane. Ye Zhiqiu thought back to the scenes on the battlefield and couldn't help but clench his fists. He had not been in the Special Forces for long, and entering was also due to his family's connections.

And this time, his destination, was the capital of China, Yanjing.

Although he was chased out, the treatment in the army was still pretty good. They arranged him to a hospital, and his grandfather didn't even come out to say anything. It was as if Ye Zhiqiu had nothing to do with him, allowing him to wander around outside.

"There will be a day when I will go back." Ye Zhiqiu smacked his right fist on his thigh and swore to himself.

However, at this moment, a sharp scream came from the plane. Everyone turned their gazes over and saw a man standing in the middle of the plane. His entire body was twitching as if he had been electrocuted. White foam kept coming out of his mouth.

"Excuse me, is there a doctor among the passengers? Please come to the front. There are passengers who are sick!" The beautiful flight attendant quickly shouted. Everyone looked at each other in dismay. Seeing that the man had lost his strength, the woman beside him was at a loss.

Ye Zhiqiu's body trembled when he heard the flight attendant's words. He looked around and saw that no one stood up. Then, he slowly walked out and said, "I'm a doctor."

"Are you a doctor?" The woman next to the sickly man asked with doubt in her eyes.

Ye Zhiqiu nodded, smiled and replied, "Yes, I'm a doctor."

The woman looked around and saw that among the passengers, other than the young man in front of her, no one else stood up. She sighed and said doubtfully, "Then I'll be troubling you, doctor."

"There's a first aid kit here." The flight attendant took out an aluminum box with the Red Cross painted on it and placed it beside Ye Zhiqiu.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled and shook his head: "I don't need this. Just get me some disinfectant alcohol." Saying that, Ye Zhiqiu flicked his wrist and a three inch long silver needle appeared in his hand.

When the flight attendant heard Ye Zhiqiu's words, she was stunned for a moment. Then she took out the disinfectant alcohol from the first-aid kit. Ye Zhiqiu nodded and detoxified the silver needle in the alcohol before staring at the unconscious man in front of him.

Moments later, Ye Zhiqiu's entire body shook as if he had been possessed by a god. His body stood up straight and his hands were shockingly steady. He then pierced a needle into the man's Cheng Ling acupoint.

However, at that moment, the woman beside the man instantly jumped up and pulled the man to her side. She shouted, "What are you doing?"

Ye Zhiqiu was also puzzled when he saw the empty space. However, when he heard the other party's unkind tone, he frowned and explained, "Treat him."

"Treat? Is there anything that can be used to treat a patient? "Do you think it's easy to bully the overseas Chinese that came back from the United States?" Although it was already late autumn, the woman was wearing a half-sleeved black shirt and a short skirt. She was dressed like a white-collar beauty.

"No, his disease is hemiplegia, I pierced Cheng Ling Acupoint, that's right!" Ye Zhiqiu endured the anger in his heart and patiently explained. Without the approval of the enemy's family, he couldn't act rashly.

"Oh, you're still trying to reason with me. Cheng Ling acupoint, what is Cheng Ling acupoint? Where is it? Give me some? I thought you were really a doctor, but you are just a swindler!" The woman didn't hold back as she walked out from her seat and stood between Ye Zhiqiu and the man.

Ye Zhiqiu knew that even Chinese didn't like Chinese medicine, let alone America on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, so when he heard the other party's words, he didn't explain anything. He just opened his mouth and said, "His illness can't be delayed. If you delay it, I'm afraid you won't be able to save him."

She turned around to look at her lover, then back again, her eyes clouded over. "You missed the opportunity, if it wasn't for you, my lover would have been saved, and it's you who is awaiting a lawsuit."

Ye Zhiqiu's face darkened. He looked around and saw that most of the passengers had an expression of indifference. Only a few showed signs of indignation.

"Get out of the way!" Ye Zhiqiu was already furious after being expelled by the Special Forces. Now that he met this annoying woman again, his anger exploded. He pushed with his left hand and swept the woman to the ground. Then, he pierced a needle into the man's Spirit Acupoint.

"Aiya!" "Murder! Everyone come and see! Murder! Chinese kills!" It was as if her ancestors weren't Chinese, she stood up, screamed, and wanted to pounce on Ye Zhiqiu.

However, Ye Zhiqiu's needle was fast and steady. Feeling the wind behind his back, he twisted the silver needle in his hand and dodged to the side.

"Pah!" A crisp slap sounded out from the man's face. With the pain on his face, the man immediately opened his eyes and looked around in a daze.

The crowd went into an uproar. They only saw Ye Zhiqiu make a move and then withdraw his hand. They didn't even see the appearance of the silver needles.

The woman stared blankly at the man's face. It was unknown what she was thinking. After a moment, she fiercely glared at Ye Zhiqiu and sat down on her seat without saying anything else.

The man slowly woke up. He looked at Ye Zhiqiu in confusion and opened his mouth: "What are you doing? You want to die by my side? "

"I saved you. Shouldn't you thank me?" Ye Zhiqiu said coldly. Although saving people was the duty of a doctor, if he knew that this was the case, he wouldn't have stood up.

"Saved me?" The man thought for a moment, then his expression changed as he said coldly, "Who asked you to save me? Mind your own business, why are you still standing here? Still not getting out of the way? " With that, he muttered to himself, "Pauper of China".

The crowd couldn't help booing loudly, while Ye Zhiqiu had no place to vent his anger on. He didn't want to save them just now, but now, he wanted to poison these two to death.

Ye Zhiqiu clenched his fists tightly and calmed himself down. He said, "There is no such thing as our ancestors." These words were raised in pitch, so everyone could hear him clearly.

Both of their expressions changed. The woman on the left gasped for breath for a moment. She was about to retort when she saw that everyone on the plane was looking at her with disdain. In the end, they decided to put up with it.

The plane quickly landed at the capital's airport.

Stepping onto the cold northern land, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but tighten his collar and take two deep breaths before he walked out of the airport. A moment later, a sign with the words "Ye Zhiqiu" appeared in his sight.

He slowly walked over and squeezed his way through the crowd. What appeared before him was a peerless beauty.