Chapter 129

Chapter 129

Feng Xia's fair cheeks still carried a touch of baby fat. Xiao Zhao's own children at home were not much younger than her, so when she said she could treat him, he was somewhat skeptical.

But then he saw Hang Wen's face full of eagerness—Xiao Zhao didn't know her abilities, but Hang Wen knew them well. He immediately asked eagerly, "What do you need? I'll prepare it right now."

Feng Xia said, "Just some burn ointment. Also, this comrade's wound needs to be cleaned to make sure it's clean."

Hang Wen promptly took some people to prepare the supplies. After about ten minutes, he returned, holding a jar of burn ointment. Feng Xia directed him to apply a layer of ointment to Xiao Zhao's wounds. Xiao Zhao's worst burns were on his neck and face, while his body was less severely injured. However, Feng Xia also had Hang Wen help him remove his clothes and apply ointment there, which embarrassed Xiao Zhao, making his face redden slightly.

Once everything was ready, Feng Xia turned on the treatment device and selected the maximum efficacy mode. A red-and-blue intertwined light immediately enveloped Xiao Zhao's wounds. Burns mean the underlying tissue cells are completely dead, which is why severe burns either leave permanent scars or never heal properly.

Feng Xia's device precisely stimulates cell regeneration, activating the burn ointment's effects to reduce inflammation and kill bacteria. Xiao Zhao felt the light cause both pain and itching, and his hands were about to scratch his face, but Hang Wen and Jiang Long firmly held him back. He couldn't help crying out in pain. Feng Xia remained unmoved, continuing to treat the wounds with the device.

After about ten minutes, Xiao Zhao was covered in a cold sweat. Feng Xia turned off the treatment device, stored it, and asked, "How do you feel now?"

Xiao Zhao replied, "Hungry. Really hungry."

Hang Wen was furious—this blockhead! When asked about his wounds, he says he's hungry. He smacked him on the head: "Your wounds! How are your wounds?"

Only then did Xiao Zhao realize that the constant pain had disappeared. He reached up to touch his face—a layer of dead skin covered the wounds, the blisters on his neck were gone. He pressed hard and felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.

"I'm healed, Chief of Staff Hang Wen! I'm healed, I'm healed! It doesn't hurt at all, really, not a single bit."

Xiao Zhao jumped around excitedly. From an outsider's perspective, the wounds on his neck and face had formed scabs. Though they looked ugly, they no longer seemed severe.

Hang Wen felt dizzy, his heart floating on clouds, his voice sounded distant and unreal: "This... it's done already?!"

How long had it been? Ten minutes at most? Damn, it was done! If Xiao Zhao weren't his soldier, he'd suspect they were colluding to deceive him. Seeing Feng Xia's clear eyes, Hang Wen shuddered. Now he understood why the higher-ups valued this magical factory so much, why they placed it next to the military regiment. This was a true divine artifact, no question about it!

And its creator was this sixteen-year-old girl in front of him. Hang Wen solemnly saluted Feng Xia. Xiao Zhao, his eyes red, also saluted her. This salute came from the depths of their hearts. Feng Xia instructed, "Your wound is healed, but for now, keep it confidential. Don't show yourself for a while."

Hang Wen said he understood, and Xiao Zhao nodded repeatedly. With the factory matter settled, Feng Xia was about to leave when Hang Wen quickly said, "It's almost noon. Would the three of you like to try our military district's dining hall? It's a bit remote here, so going out to eat might be inconvenient. Our dining hall has fresh dishes—how about giving us the honor?"

Alright then, time to try it. Feng Xia always had high expectations for military dining halls, especially since the Field Army base's dining hall had excellent food, which raised her expectations.

Speaking of the Field Army base, she wondered how her mentor, Old Gentleman Wan Fulin, was doing. He had recently written urging Feng Xia not to neglect her studies. And Old Lady Wu and the little black snake—she wondered if they'd be willing to come to the capital with her. An elderly lady living alone at the base always gave her some concern.

As Hang Wen spoke, they arrived at the dining hall. Hang Wen was quite famous in the regiment, so when he led people in, many eyes turned their way.

He had actually arranged for the chef to prepare a feast earlier. Now that Feng Xia was here, dishes were brought out one after another. The four of them sat in a corner separated by shelves, which barely counted as a private booth. Feng Xia picked up a piece of sweet-and-sour mandarin fish and tasted it—sweet and sour, good craftsmanship indeed.

She happily ate a bowl of rice, while Zhang Ying and Jiang Long, accustomed to taking care of others, one ladled soup and the other put ribs on her plate. Hang Wen watched, amazed, as the higher-ups were treating Feng Xia like a precious young lady! But with her abilities, even if it were him, he'd be willing to peel shrimp and debone meat for her. She was, after all, a national strategic asset.

As they were finishing their meal, the neighboring table suddenly erupted with noise and chatter. Hang Wen was still marveling at the young lady's appetite when he noticed the commotion had drawn her attention. Oh no—would this young comrade think the 135th Regiment had poor discipline?

Before Hang Wen could go out and scold them, a thunderous roar rang out: "What are you all crowding around here for? Damn it, why aren't you training? Showing off in the dining hall, huh? Everyone who just spoke up, add three kilometers to your run! A bunch of brats think they can act up!"

Hang Wen recognized the voice immediately—it was his superior, Division Commander Chen. Though old, he was as spirited as ever, full of vigor and vitality.

By now, Feng Xia had moved to stand near the shelf. Division Commander Chen's sharp eyes spotted the small figure wrapped in white fluff behind the crowd. His first thought was that she was a relative of Hang Wen, so he nodded at the young girl. Then he reconsidered—no, today Hang Wen had reported in the office that the important person was visiting. Division Commander Chen took a closer look at Feng Xia. She was tall, looking about seventeen or eighteen, but her face made her seem younger. How old was that 'big treasure' in the data sheet? Sixteen, right? This had to be her! He hadn't expected to meet her.

Division Commander Chen strode over and asked, "How was the meal, comrade? The chefs here are pretty good, aren't they?"

Feng Xia nodded and answered honestly, "It was delicious."

Division Commander Chen burst into hearty laughter, his boldness showing: "If you like it, comrade, come anytime. We always welcome you here. Just tell the chefs what you want—they're skilled and can make anything you desire."

The old man and the young girl chatted easily, leaving the surrounding officers stunned. When had they ever seen the hot-tempered Division Commander Chen so amiable? He wasn't even this kind to his own grandson!

If Division Commander Chen knew what they were thinking, he would have spat: Tch, if his rascal of a grandson had made as many contributions to the country as Feng Xia, he'd treat him like a king, even open a new page in the family tree.

Between people, sometimes the gap is bigger than between a person and a dog!

Didn't he want such an outstanding granddaughter? It wasn't that he didn't want to—it's that he didn't have one, damn it!