Chapter 295: The Face Changes So Quickly

Chapter 295: How Quickly Attitudes Change

Song Zhicheng had not only been stationed in the same military district as Fu Tinghua before but was also aware of Mayor Ye Chou's respect and favor for Fu Tinghua.

So he had reminded his protégé, Captain Liu, not to offend this doctor in the future and to try to befriend him if possible.

Fu Tinghua took Su He's hand and said, "Come on, let’s head back for now."

Su He nodded and left the police station under the officers’ gaze.

Once they were in the car, Su He couldn't help but ask Fu Tinghua, "Are you tired? I'm sorry, you still have to go to work later, and you didn’t even get to rest properly."

Su He had originally intended to file the report alone, but Fu Tinghua wouldn’t let her go by herself.

Now neither of them had slept.

"It’s nothing serious, no need to apologize. Shouldn’t we be happy that we caught those people smoothly?"

As he spoke, Fu Tinghua couldn’t resist reaching out to mess up Su He’s hair before starting the car.

"I am happy, but thinking about you having to work without proper rest makes me lose my smile instantly," Su He said with a pout, helplessly.

"It’s fine. I can get by on four hours of sleep a day," Fu Tinghua reassured her.

"Really? Four hours?" That’s almost inhuman!

Though she had worked extremely hard before and had days with only four hours of rest, she would always feel totally wiped out the next day.

"Really. When I was at the border, the cops lived like that—resting only a few hours a day. Back then, there were so many wounded that doctors hardly had time to rest, so I got used to it."

Hearing Fu Tinghua’s answer, Su He realized that Dr. Fu’s time at the border must’ve been quite rough.

So she couldn’t help but ask, "Was it very hard for you back then at the border?"

"No, those days were packed. Danger lurked everywhere. Every day, the only thing on my mind was how to survive. It kept me busy," Fu Tinghua said with a smile.

Su He: "......"

She sensed sarcasm in Fu Tinghua’s words.

Thinking about survival every day, yet calling it fulfilling?

Before they knew it, they had already arrived home.

"Come on, let’s hurry up and get some rest," Su He said, pulling Fu Tinghua out of the car.

Fu Tinghua: "......"

With only about an hour of rest left, Fu Tinghua thought he wouldn’t fall asleep. But surprisingly, he drifted into a deep slumber.

Even—

He began to dream.

In the dream, the battlefield raged with gunfire.

To ensure the wounded received timely treatment, he had been dispatched to the front lines.

Just as he was treating a soldier with a gunshot wound, he suddenly saw someone pointing a gun straight at him.

He didn’t know what came over him at the time—his body reacted faster than his mind. He swiftly grabbed the injured soldier’s gun and fired several shots at the assailant.

Before the assailant could even pull the trigger, Fu Tinghua had already taken them down.

That was his first time killing someone. As a doctor, holding a scalpel and performing surgeries was nothing out of the ordinary. He was no stranger to blood.

But this kind of blood—the blood of the battlefield—was entirely different.

All he remembered was his hands shaking uncontrollably.

It was at that moment he realized just how much more brutal war was than he had ever imagined.

The other soldiers around him were stunned that a doctor could react so quickly and move with such agility.

One soldier hugged him excitedly and blurted, “Holy shit! Bro, you’re a total badass!”

From then on, he was a legend in the unit.

They said he was as skilled with a scalpel as he was deadly with a rifle.

When Fu Tinghua woke up, the first thing he did was glance at the person beside him.

Su He was facing him, curled up in his arms, fast asleep.

Fu Tinghua checked the time out of habit—it was almost 7:30.

He had to clock in by 8, and it took less than ten minutes to walk from home to the hospital, so he had plenty of time.

He’d thought he slept forever, but it turned out to be only about two hours.

He slipped out of bed quietly and went to freshen up.

Unbeknownst to them, the early-risers had already begun spreading increasingly exaggerated rumors about the situation at Su He’s shop.

When Fu Yanju arrived at the shop with her daughter Chen Waner to open it, she froze in shock.

What the hell happened here? The shop was trashed, and there were police officers inside.

To make it weirder, three officers were currently helping clean up the shop.

A crowd of rubberneckers had formed outside.

“Hey, officer, what’s the deal here?” Fu Yanju hurriedly approached one of the officers and asked.

“And you are?” the cop snapped.

“Oh, I’m the older sister of the shop owner. I’m here to help manage the store. Any idea what went down?” Fu Yanju quickly explained.

The second he heard who she was, the cop did a total 180.

This was the same junior officer who’d blown off Su He earlier when she went to report the incident.

Now he was scrambling to cover his ass.

Realizing Su He’s shop was in disarray, he’d jumped at the chance to tidy up.

Captain Liu knew this guy had pissed off Fu Tinghua and Su He, and figured since the guy was his responsibility—dumb as he was—he’d bail him out.

So he agreed to let these junior officers, along with another junior officer who had recently joined their police station, help clean up Su He's shop.

The junior officer was filled with regret—he really had no filter, and his words easily offended people.

No wonder Captain Liu had warned him to watch his words.

"Ah, sis, you're here? Take a look—did we clean up properly? If there’s anywhere else that needs tidying, just let me know. I’m happy to help," the junior officer said, as if he'd done a complete 180, suddenly fawning over Fu Yanju.

Fu Yanju was quite flattered. After snapping out of her surprise, she quickly said, "Oh no, that's not necessary, I can handle the rest myself."

"No problem, no problem. There's still plenty to do. Just tell me where things go, and I’ll help you arrange them," the junior officer insisted.

Fu Yanju was speechless.

By the time she got up, Fu Tinghua had already left for work but had bought breakfast for them.

So Fu Yanju hadn’t run into Fu Tinghua at all and was completely lost.

"Excuse me, officer, what exactly happened in our shop?" Fu Yanju couldn’t help but ask again.

"Oh, you don’t know yet? Last night, your boss herself went to the police station to report a break-in. We caught the burglars, so don’t worry," the junior officer said with a smile.