With a creak, the door of the gynecological clinic was pushed open heavily.

"Minghong!"

Yin Minghong, who was holding his left shoulder, was stunned. When he saw the heroic girl in a tight white shirt, he asked in surprise: "Qingmei, aren't you at home? Why are you here?"

Mu Qing raised her eyebrows and said, "I knew that Jing Zhengwei would definitely not have a good thing to call you out, and you would definitely not go home to deal with it if you were injured. Sure enough, I must be waiting for you here with Sister Hong!"

Mu Qingmei was a brother and sister who grew up with Yin Minghong. More than ten years ago, when slavery was prevalent and the class struggle between the chamber of commerce and workers was the most intense, riots and suppression occurred one after another, so there were many broken families. Almost all displaced children like them would survive in groups, just like the white magnolia and the black flag.

However, they were lucky. They met Bai Ye who was placed in Xuanzhu County to test the operation. Under the care of Bai Ye Xingzhe, they successfully learned knowledge and grew up. After growing up, they naturally joined Bai Ye.

Unlike Yin Minghong, although Mu Qingmei is a woman, her talent for tactics is the best among all young girls, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a genius. The organization had hoped Mu Qingmei to go to Yanjing for further further studies many times, but she was unwilling to leave and insisted on staying in Xuanzhu County.

But Bai Ye didn't give Mu Qingmei any position, and just asked her to continue to improve her skills and hide her as a "king bomb". Therefore, Mu Qingmei helped Yin Minghong guard the house when she was free, and her life was quite casual.

"Of course I have to come to the medical officer if I get injured..."

"I can do the tricks in the interior!" Mu Qing said with her eyebrows on her hips, "Although I didn't take the medical officer exam, my level is definitely better than those in the medical officer lawsuit. Which cat in the family is not touched by me? You lie down and let me... you are seriously injured!?"

When Yin Minghong walked into the bright clinic from the night, Mu Qingmei saw clearly that his black clothes were actually lit into dark red, and a big hole in his left hand was still bleeding as they spoke.

Mu Qingmei suddenly became anxious. She wanted to touch him but didn't dare. She was at a loss when she was swaying her hands, as if she was afraid that she would fall apart if she touched him.

"Calm down, Qingmei, most of the blood on his body is not his." Wen Hong, who was wearing a white coat in the inner room, yawned lazily and greeted: "Don't come in first, throw your clothes into the trash can, it's so stinking."

Yin Minghong was a little surprised: "You can wear this."

"I'm just wearing it. With so many holes broken, it's better not to wear it when you wear it. Others may feel sorry for you, a shirtless beggar, to give you some money. The money you take to make up for others is enough for you to buy a new one. Do you want to make up your own clothes? Or let Qingmei help you make up for it?"

Mu Qing slapped her eyebrows in her chest, rippling slightly, and said confidently: "I can repair my clothes!"

"You use the time you sew to carry a few sandbags at the dock. The money you earn is enough for this little face to buy a new set of clothes!" Wen Hong said angrily: "If you take it off, come in and lie down by yourself. You can't be afraid of such a small pain, right?"

"What a little white face, Ming Hong looks so dark..." Mu Qingmei muttered a few words. After seeing Yin Minghong take off her coat, she moved into the inner room with cold sweat on her face, and hurriedly helped him lie onto the operating bed.

Wen Hong turned on the light therapy lamp and changed into gloves. She glanced at Yin Minghong's injury and frowned slightly: "There are major trauma in the left arm, chest, and abdomen... Jing Zhengwei doesn't even let go of a man now? Is it so cruel to treat him?"

"No... they are all injuries caused by the battle."

"It's strange. You can beat me so hard in Xuanzhu County... Do you want to drink Boilian Sleeping Soup?"

"If I don't drink, I can't sleep yet." Yin Minghong took a deep breath and relaxed his muscles: "I haven't sorted out the records for tonight yet... It would be bad if I forget the important information."

"Then you bear it." Wen Hong's hands burst into warm light and rubbed Yin Minghong's wound. Mu Qingmei was anxious, but she didn't disturb them without saying a word.

"Tell me what happened tonight. If you feel dizzy after waiting, I can record it for you."

Yin Minghong nodded and told the story of what happened after he got on Jing Zhengwei's car. Through memories and narratives, the pain of light therapy seemed to have become lighter.

Wen Hong listened very seriously. When Yin Minghong finished speaking, she asked, "So your injury is..."

"The injuries suffered when fighting with Heiqi, Baolong, and Old Master Wu." Yin Minghong said this, Wen Hong just pressed it hard, and he immediately took a breath: "Heiqi and Baolong are naturally very strong, but to my surprise, Old Master Wu, the old guy who is about to fall into the ground, is the most insidious. The sudden use of the sleeve sword and foot knife made Midie Lisang and I a little injured."

"What should I do with the fleet?"

"Later, Jing Zhengwei looked at the real account book and picked a few crew members who often 'damaged' the cargo and came out to kill them. The other crew members took back half of their wages, but the fleet would continue to operate, and the crew members would still have half a month to rest. Jing Zhengwei would arrange an additional new captain."

“Where is the slave trade?”

"I didn't say it, but he probably didn't plan to continue."

Wen Hong rubbed Yin Minghong's flesh and blood back and pondered: "Jing Zhengwei's behavior... is very strange."

"Yes, I also find it strange." Yin Minghong used all his energy to think and tried to resist the pain in his body: "Since he just wanted to get rid of several captains instead of destroying the fleet, why did he punish the crew? He obviously didn't want to continue the slave trade, but why did he kill those crew members who had "damaged" goods? He didn't know that this would make the crew disunited from him?"

Wen Hong shook her head thoughtfully: "No, you are the correct logic, but in fact, those crew members were bewitched by Heiqi and others for so long, and it would be impossible for Jing Zhengwei to be bribed, unless Jing Zhengwei is willing to continue to let them engage in the slave trade to make a lot of money."

"Since you cannot win over with favors, why not be shocked by thunder? And doing so can also show his determination. Even if the Yinxue will know later, Jing Zhengwei can easily clear his relationship."

"However," Wen Hong changed the subject: "Jing Zhengwei is still very strange."

"Yes, it's so strange. I can't understand why he rejected Magnolia's suggestion." Yin Minghong said: "Did Jing Zhengwei's 'secret troops' have other information that pointed out that Magnolia or his plan was unreliable?"

He thought about it and couldn't come to a conclusion, and sighed: "The water in the Jing family is still too deep. I only now know that Jing Zhengwei actually has such a secret force... We need to pay more attention."

Wen Hong nodded: "The water in the Jing family is very deep, with many monsters and monsters inside, but everyone can drink its water... Bai Ye means that you will continue to lurk under Jing Zhengwei."

At this time, Mu Qingmei, who had been listening to the mouthless, finally couldn't help but say, "Is there a possibility that Jing Zhengwei is actually a good person. He morally cannot accept the slave trade, so he refused Magnolia, got rid of the captain, and killed those crew members?"

Wen Hong and Yin Minghong were both stunned at the same time and looked at Mu Qingmei with incredible eyes.

After a while, Wen Hong turned her face to cover her mouth, her shoulders trembled slightly, while Yin Minghong couldn't hold it in her mouth. With a thud, she burst into tears and her wounds broke:

"Hahaha, Qingmei, you suddenly said such words. I don't know if you are irritating or stupid... Hahahaha, it hurts so much, I'm cracking!"

Mu Qingmei sat aside in anger and stopped talking. Wen Hong seemed to stop her smile and continued to treat Yin Minghong: "By the way, the assassin has already sent a letter."

Yin Minghong was in no mood to laugh and sighed: "But Yan Jing hasn't replied to him yet..."

"Don't worry, the assassin agreed to meet again three days later, and we still have time."

"Three days later?" Yin Minghong was slightly stunned and frowned, "I thought he was a more impatient person. If the time was set in three days... it means that it would be inconvenient for him these days."

“I also found no witness records about gray-haired people.”

"Normal, how can people like them let others see their own characteristics?"

"Okay." Wenhong took a step back and turned off the light therapy lamp: "Don't move around more in the past two days, eat less heavy-tasting spicy food."

Mu Qingmei said curiously: "Is there any such thing as not being able to eat spicy food?"

Wen Hong nodded: "The excretion time after eating spicy food is too long, which may cause the wound to collapse... By the way, a newcomer has recently come to me. Although he only mastered the superficiality of Lingxu's tactics, he is very good at performing tracking and surveillance tasks in the outer city, and is even willing to perform assassination. If you have a task, you can entrust him to carry out."

"Really!" Yin Minghong, who sat up, looked happy. This was probably the best news he had heard in the past few days. He really lacked a trustworthy helper.

But he immediately asked in confusion: "It's not my turn to such a good helper? Isn't the priority of other White Night Walkers higher than mine?"

People like Yin Minghong who have already firmly been in charge of the Jing family have very low priority in Bai Ye's resource tilt - because it is too difficult for him to go further. After all, even if Jing Zhengwei dies, he will not be able to take office unless he has a father-son relationship with Jing Zhengwei.

Therefore, the Baiye Branch will tilt resources to the bottom White Ye Walkers in other chambers of commerce, striving to make them approach the core of power, and then weave a net of heaven and earth hidden under the eyes of the Silver Blood Society, increasing the possibility of subverting the Silver Blood Society.

Wen Hong shrugged: "This newcomer especially hopes to do things under your hands, and Bai Ye can only respect his wishes."

Yin Minghong was not happy when he heard this, but just felt strange: "Why? He knows me?"

"He didn't know you before, but he felt that supporting you would achieve his goal."

"His purpose has something to do with me?" Yin Minghong felt very strange.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside, three long and one short. Wen Hong smiled and said, "It turns out that he doesn't talk about people during the day and doesn't talk about ghosts at night. As soon as he talks about him, he came. You can see him."

"But his purpose is really related to you, because he and the Jing family... to be precise, he has a grudge against Jing Zhengwei."

Wen Hong went out to open the door, and a moment later she brought a young man with his whole body hidden under a black cloak.

He bent down slightly and greeted respectfully: "I have met Mr. 'Shit' and Miss 'Flower'. I am Bai Ye's new operator, code-named 'Frost'."

After greetings, Yin Minghong asked directly: "Do you have a grudge against Jing Zhengwei?"

"The irreconcilable hatred."

"Can you say it? I'm just asking, it won't affect my evaluation of you, if it's inconvenient-"

"There is nothing to hide." The young man took off his hood and showed a handsome and haggard face: "Ten days ago, I was actually just a servant in Jing Zhengwei's mansion."

"At that time, my name was Rongyao."

...

...

Early the next morning, three cars drove out of Jingfu.

Leyu was sitting in the car in the middle, driving Lisang, and the co-pilot was sitting in Midie, and he and Qinglan were sitting in the back seat.

After Leyu got in the car, she kept sighing and was depressed. Qinglan, who was drinking coconut milk, couldn't help but approach him and asked in a low voice: "Young Master, are you unhappy to go back to Jingyuan today?"

Leyu glanced at her and didn't want to answer.

In terms of emotion and reason, Jing Zhengwei actually has no reason to be unhappy.

But it's different for musical language-

After all, there is a Jing Zhengwei lying in Jingyuan, in name, blood relationship and even interests.

It's so annoying. Am I going to hand over my first dad today?
Chapter completed!