Special Forces Medic

Located on the edge of the city center, a few kilometers from the suburbs of Li City, is a well-known large hotel supplies market in Yanjing. It boasts the largest glass craft manufacturing plant in the city and also has retail for all kinds of chopstick holders.

Here you can buy any style and item you want, and if you don't find something you particularly like, you can have them custom-made by the Shang Family. Thanks to excellent service, low wholesale prices, and guaranteed product quality, many people are willing to go out of their way to come and shop here.

However, despite the size of the hotel supplies market, the investors have their own set of rules when electing resident merchants. It's not just a matter of being able to pay the rent; you must have all the necessary legal paperwork: food permits, product circulation permits, company codes. Any company entering will undergo a secret inspection, and only then will they receive corresponding feedback.

This rule isn't overly harsh; it's just a precaution by the investors to prevent unnecessary troubles in the future by nipping them in the bud at the source.

Of course, there is always the possibility of forgery. For this, if found in the middle of the process, they will be cleared out of the market for non-compliance, and a considerable credibility compensation fee must be paid. While the investors don't mind you resolving these issues through legal means, nearly no one is foolish enough to file a lawsuit because such a case is bound to be lost. This is called having a guilty conscience, a lack of grounds to stand on.

A silver-white QQ car skidded to a halt by the roadside after a rapid sharp turn. It was now 7 p.m., an hour past the market's closing time. Except for the necessary streetlights, the whole market was plunged into darkness. Fortunately, with the advent of spring, the sky didn't darken too quickly. Even though darkness shrouded overhead, it was still possible to make out a bit of gray.

Xiao Lin got out of the car, hesitating whether to enter through the underground parking garage. Recently, he developed a bit of a decision-making phobia, thanks to those two women. Despite this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfilling happiness. Holding the car keys, he chose to enter the hotel supplies market, feeling it would be inconsiderate to not give some trouble to Guard.

For safety reasons, the entire hotel supplies market would have the rolling doors shut one area at a time under the security patrols, ensuring no shop personnel were left behind. Following the escalator, he walked down to the basement and spotted a shop still lit from afar.

Others opened during the day, yet he always seemed to wait until everyone was gone before opening up the rolling door. "There's no one left to handle the transactions," as Guard would say, "I don't deal with people, only with ghosts." Each time he said this, Xiao Lin would shiver at the thought; perhaps there was indeed such a possibility. Otherwise, how could he make money this way? Even on his turf, you had better pay rent, even as his own brother - that's the businessman's principle.

"Oh, open for business, huh?" Xiao Lin stood at the door with arms folded as he pushed half of the rolling door to the top. The other two doors already locked made a rattling noise under his force.

Guard just glared at him, raising his head, and continued his work, though it was unclear exactly what he was doing. It looked like a crystal coffin, even with a very similar lining. "Don't tell me you're making a coffin." Xiao Lin curiously moved closer, only to be pushed back out by Guard.

"You're too close to me." The small manual cutting machine was carving beautiful patterns along a straight line. "You go down first, I'll be over in a bit." Wearing flip-flops, Guard pressed on the remote control button with his foot, opening the entrance to the underground warehouse. "May I kindly ask you to enter through the main entrance next time?"

"It's safer to go down from here." Tsk, coming here is rare, not having you open the door for me would be a big loss, Xiao Lin thought to himself.

"And should I seal it up one day, let's see what you do."

"No problem, you come with me through the main entrance." Xiao Lin wouldn't worry about such things happening. Guard was a lazy person; if he could avoid taking a long detour, he absolutely would. If he could lie down, he would never stand - that's just the kind of self-centered person he was.

Sharp-tongued and never losing in verbal sparring, Guard was top-notch in fights too. Privately, Hong called him 'Tank,' because once he got into work mode, he wouldn't stop, running like a machine until he died, or he'd charge forward, limb losses wouldn't stop him - he was someone who didn't know how to retreat.

Xiao Lin pulled Guard's ponytail hard from behind, only to have an elbow hitting back at him, which he easily dodged, waving at Guard: "Hurry down, I have something to tell you."

Zilin was changing Zimu's dressing, and the strong smell of disinfectant permeated the underground space. "Is there a problem with the ventilation system?" Xiao Lin frowned; although underground was safe, the air quality still posed an issue. Despite the high-powered ventilation system, there was still somewhat of an odor problem, especially when there were more people.

"Yeah, Yi went to check on it, he hasn't returned yet." Hong was playing a game on his computer, sucking on a lollipop.

"How long has it been?" Xiao Lin shrugged off his coat, throwing it over a chair, picking up a cigarette from the table, and lighting it.

"About an hour." A single blow splattered intermediate monster blood on the field. "Young Master Xiao, your smoking habit is quite strong lately." Hong sniffed the air and caught a light scent of tobacco from Xiao Lin.

"I've always been smoking, just not that much."

Hong nodded, beginning his health lecture only to be stopped by a flick from Xiao Lin: "I'm a doctor, I clearly know that smoking is harmful to health. And you, a diabetic, who allowed you to eat sugar?" Saying so, he reached to grab the candy from Hong's mouth, only to have Hong staring back with a pitiful look, shaking his head vigorously.

"Xiao, stop bullying Hong." Zilin chuckled, patting Zimu's face after tying a bow on his arm.

"How's the injury?" Giving up on fighting Hong for candy, Xiao Lin returned to his original place, noticing the red spots on the white gauze weren't very noticeable, indicating the wound was almost healed.

"I'm eating sugar-free ones." Hong quickly crushed the hard candy, looking at Xiao Lin smugly, showing an expression of "I've swallowed it, what can you do about it?"

"Come here, have you gone for a check-up recently?" Xiao Lin grasped Hong's hand; taking everyone's pulse was something he had gotten into the habit of doing over the past few years.

"Yeah, and I've been taking the medicine you gave." Among the five of them, Hong was the weakest in health - congenital diabetes was hereditary, being tagged along as he was born.