Reborn Villain's Creed

Mo Wan waited for the nurse to leave, lifted up his clothes, tore off the gauze on his stomach, and then pretended to put new gauze on the intact skin, and flushed the used and taken medicines into the toilet.

She didn't know whether the bones had healed or not, but the external injuries had completely healed, without even a scar.

If the nurses and doctors knew about her condition, they would have to take her for an autopsy.

Mo Wan watched as all the medicine was washed away by the water. He returned to bed, checked the time on his phone, and his eyes grew colder.

Those people joined forces to destroy the Red Gate and kill her father, all for L-1's super gene.

Mo Wan didn't understand why his father would rather die than hand over L-1.

But she knew that those people would be killed one by one by the L-1 they were pursuing.

At this time, there were faint voices coming from outside the door.

Mo Wan heard the noise and came out of the bathroom.

Zhan Chengfeng came in and said to her, "The porridge will be delivered in half an hour."

Mo Wan nodded, looking at the empty space behind him, then at the man in the room with a tired look between his brows. "Don't you need to rest or work?"

Zhan Chengfeng sat down and ate the breakfast the hospital had prepared for her. "I'll stay here with you until Yanpo comes."

Zhang Yanpo?

Zhan Chengfeng looked into her beautiful eyes. "Xiao Yao has other plans."

Did he have other arrangements, or was he reassigned because he didn't do his job well last night?

Mo Wan met Zhan Chengfeng's scrutinizing gaze without expressing any opinion.

She returned to bed and picked up her vibrating cell phone.

It was a message from Ma Chongying, asking her if she was awake, had eaten breakfast and taken medicine, and his words were full of concern.

Mo Wan glanced at it and didn't reply.

Zhan Chengfeng finished his porridge and asked the person on the bed, "Would you like some buns?"

Mo Wan lifted the curtain to look at him, without moving or speaking.

Seeing her reaction, Zhan Chengfeng ate the bun directly.

Soon.

Zhang Yanpo came in carrying porridge from Dingshenglou.

He was sweating and panting, and it was obvious that he was afraid that if he was late, the young master would starve to death.

"Sir, there are too many people here and we are late." Zhang Yanpo entered the ward, greeted Zhan Chengfeng and gave him breakfast.

Dingshenglou's business is booming from morning to night, and queues are the norm.

Zhang Yanpo was able to buy the signature seafood porridge and arrive at the hospital during the morning rush hour, which was considered fast.

Zhan Chengfeng gave the girl breakfast. "Eat it."

Mo Wan was already preparing to get out of bed when Zhang Yanpo came in.

When Zhang Yanpo heard his superior's words and saw the much thinner man on the bed, he immediately said, "Don't move, don't get down. I'll carry you to the bed."

As he spoke, he moved a special small bed board and placed it on the bed, and then helped to open the packaging bags of porridge and snacks.

His insight and carefulness are more reliable than Xiao Yao who only knows how to flirt with girls.

Mo Wan silently retracted his outstretched foot, pretending to be unable to take care of himself and enjoying the service of others.

While Zhang Yanpo was busy, Zhan Chengfeng said, "You keep an eye on this. I'm leaving first."

Zhang Yanpo was opening the disposable packaging box and said without turning his head, "Okay, sir."

Zhan Chengfeng looked at the girl who was staring at the porridge with a spoon without raising her head, and left the room.

Zhang Yanpo opened the plastic bag and the lid of the box and said, "Alright, young master, please have your meal."

It was as if he had done something great.

Mo Wan swallowed his saliva and started eating impatiently.

Seeing her wolfing down her food, Zhang Yanpo couldn't help but smile and said, "You have such a good appetite. It seems you are recovering well."

Why does this sound like something you're saying to coax a child?

Mo Wan ignored him and continued eating his own food.

Zhang Yanpo looked around the room, his eyes settling on the flowers on the bedside table. "Blue star flowers, quite unique. Was it a gift from your boyfriend?"

Mo Wan frowned.

Why does it seem like everyone knows that she has a boyfriend?

Zhang Yanpo turned around and asked her, "Master, do you know what the blue star flower means?"

Mo Wan lifted the curtain and looked at Zhang Yanpo who always disturbed her while she was eating.

Zhang Yanpo thought she wanted to know, so he said, "The language of the blue star flower is: If you are here, I will feel invincible."

If you were here, I would feel invincible.

Mo Wan, who wanted him to shut up, paused after hearing this, then lowered his head and continued to drink his porridge.

Zhang Yanpo sighed. "Adolescent love is so passionate and fearless that it makes you feel several years younger."

Mo Wan said calmly: "Throw it away."

"Throw it away?" Zhang Yanpo was surprised. "Why throw it away? It's quite beautiful."

"Some other man gave it to me."

"This……"

"It wouldn't be good if my boyfriend found out."

I can’t believe that so many people like this young master with a bad temper.

Zhang Yanpo picked up the flowers on the bedside table, looked at them, unwrapped them, and placed them in a large cup in the sink. "There's no name or label on it, so just consider it a gift from us. It would be a shame to throw it away."

What's the pity for a big boss like him?

Mo Wan looked at Zhang Yanpo, then at the flowers in the cup of water, and did not say that it was the cup he used to drink water.

Anyway, I'll need to drink water later, so he's the one who's suffering.

finish breakfast.

Mo Wan was bored. He looked at Zhang Yanpo, who was sitting at the door, and thought for a moment. "Captain Zhang, you guys have been busy lately, haven't you?"

When Zhang Yanpo heard her call him that, he quickly said, "Master, please call me Xiaopo. I can't bear the title of superior."

Calling him "sir" is just a respectful title given to him by ordinary bosses. He is not wearing a military uniform, so I don't know his rank. You can't call him a soldier, right?

Mo Wan looked at Zhang Yanpo's reaction and said playfully, "It seems like Brother Po is quite resistant to this title?"

Zhang Yanpo sat there with nothing to do. Seeing that this aloof young master was willing to talk to him, he smiled and said, "It's not resistance, it means a great responsibility."

Mo Wan said: "Don't you want to be a leader?"

"You can't become a leader just because you want to. Look at the boss, he's never had a good night's sleep."

"Don't they say that a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier?"

"You're just kidding. There are only a few positions for generals, but countless soldiers. Anyone who says this now is just trying to make us involuntarily."

Is this how you chat?

He should at least pretend.

Mo Wan looked at the honest Zhang Yanpo and wondered how to start the conversation.

Seeing that she was silent, Zhang Yanpo thought of her as a freshman at the military academy, so he tried to make amends, "But it depends on the individual and the people around you."

Mo Wan said, "Tell me about it."

"It depends on what kind of person you want to be in the future. Just like you, young master, if you want to be like your father, you must learn leadership, learn how to use people in the right places, and maximize their talents, so that the sum of one is greater than three, or even greater than ten."

Zhang Yanpo finished speaking and emphasized, "Of course, this is just a metaphor. I want you to learn positive thinking, not to become like him."

Mo Wan asked nonchalantly, "What did you mean by the people around you? Doesn't it matter if you want to be a general or not?"

Zhang Yanpo shifted his stance and spoke attentively, "You hit the nail on the head. In our line of work, leadership isn't always easy. If you don't lead, you and your comrades will have a hard time. Just like our current commander."

When Mo Wan heard this, his eyebrows slightly raised, and he asked doubtfully, "Didn't Zhan Chengfeng want to be promoted himself?"

This matter is complicated and subtle, and it is difficult to explain it clearly.

Zhang Yanpo considered it. "The situation in Funan is chaotic, with various factions intertwined and the rules of civility practically irrelevant. We've spent a great deal of time and effort to get to this point. If the commander doesn't take over, the only options are to transfer personnel domestically or from other departments."

If a domestic leader comes here, it will take at least half a year or a year to fully get the hang of things. Their boss has just died, and everyone is eager to catch the murderer immediately. How can they have the time and energy to keep up with the pace of the new leader?

As for transferring people from other departments in Funan, it is not known whether he will follow the rules of the Fourteenth Branch, and it is even more uncertain whether he is colluding with some local agencies. There are too many interests and involvements involved, so it is safer to transfer new people from the country.

Therefore, weighing the two options, the most suitable person to take over is the officer who is most familiar with the situation of the 14th branch and has been promoted by the boss.

Zhang Yanpo said with emotion, "Our work is highly dangerous. As a leader, I'm responsible for the safety of every comrade, and the pressure is immense. Ultimately, my goal is to do a good job in logistics and ensure the safety of my comrades on their missions to the greatest extent possible. As for whether I'll become a general or not, I'll leave it for another life."

Mo Wan looked at Zhang Yanpo, who had a clear understanding of himself, and said provocatively, "It's obvious that your superiors haven't been able to protect your safety. How many of your colleagues have ever left work before dark?"

She didn't say it explicitly, but if you thought about it for a moment, you knew what she was referring to.

The old site of the 14th Branch was bombed, and except for a few of them who were outside, all the comrades in the office were killed.

This incident left each of them with indelible memories and irreparable harm, and it was impossible for them to forget it even in their dreams.

Zhang Yanpo had just been talking to her, teaching her how to be a good person and do things, but now his eyes dimmed. "This matter is the responsibility of all of us."

Mo Wan said sarcastically, "It's because he didn't do his job well, acted impulsively, and was too eager for quick success that this happened."

Zhang Yanpo was immediately anxious when she heard her say that. "You have no basis for this. Why are you saying that, Commander? Do you know how much pressure he's under because of this? We can get angry, cry, and curse. But Commander can't do that. He can't cry or curse. He has to lead us through all the hard work. Not everyone has that kind of courage!"

Mo Wan curled her lips. "He can have a second chance, but your fallen comrades don't. They can only lie here forever, unable to even return home."

Having said that, who wants to see this happen?

Who wants to?!

Zhang Yanpo looked at the girl who was talking easily on the bed, clenched his fists, and endured the argument with her.

As an outsider, it's normal that she doesn't understand their work.

Moreover, she almost lost her life in order to help them catch the Taipan snake successfully. It is understandable that she was in a bad mood and scolded her superiors to vent her anger.

Zhang Yanpo then said, "Master, everyone has their own mission. Now that we're here, we should be prepared to never go back."

Can you tolerate this?

Mo Wan looked at Zhang Yanpo, who had turned off the engine, and after a moment of silence, asked, "Do you really trust Zhan Chengfeng?"

Seeing that the girl was deliberately looking for trouble with her superior, Zhang Yanpo didn't want to chat with her anymore.

Mo Wan said, "Wasn't your Fourteenth Branch bombed because you arrested that arms dealer with the special pattern on the back of his hand?"

Zhang Yanpo looked at her in confusion. "How do you know this? Weren't you absent that day? How did you know there was a special pattern on the back of his hand?"

“You just mentioned my father and asked me to learn from him, so I know these things are difficult, right?”

"Are you still in contact with your father's old subordinates?"

"Do you think things are that simple?" Mo Wan looked at him and said with a subtle smile, "Your superiors haven't told you the truth about the bombing of the Fourteenth Branch."

Zhang Yanpo looked at the girl who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and realized something was wrong. He asked uncertainly, "Are you trying to trick me?"

I discovered it so late.

This brain is indeed not suitable for being a leader.

Mo Wan widened the smile on his lips. "Don't you want to know what killed so many of your comrades?"

"I want to know," Zhang Yanpo said firmly, "but even if I want to know, since the commander hasn't told me, it proves that I shouldn't know!"

After saying that, he picked up the newspaper, shook it, held it up to read, and ignored her.

This gangster young master never tells the truth. If he continues chatting with her, he will be a puppy!

Mo Wan looked at Zhang Yanpo who was blocked by the newspaper, sighed with regret, and became bored again.

No, she has to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible. If she stays any longer, she feels like she will grow hair.

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"Discharged?"

Dai Fei was shocked when he heard her words: "Ms. Mo, you had a thoracotomy, not just a few stitches. It will take at least two weeks before you can be discharged from the hospital. You've only been here a few days!"

Mo Wan told her seriously, "I feel much better than before."

"No matter how well you're doing, you're not qualified for discharge." Dai Fei was very determined and refused to give her any hope of discharge. "You can think of something else, but I can't discharge you."

Mo Wan couldn't make sense to her, so he looked up at the attending doctor at the bedside.

Zhu Shuheng saw the girl's rosy complexion and improved complexion. Seeing that she was not giving up, he added a note to the medical record. "Ms. Mo, your recovery is much better than expected, but for safety reasons, I suggest you stay in the hospital for a while longer."

Mo Wan looked up at the spacious ward. "It's not cheap to stay here for a day, is it? To be honest, I don't have much money."

money?

what money?

This hospital belongs to her boyfriend.

Dai Fei slowed down her movements as she unhooked the IV line. "Ms. Mo, your boyfriend has already paid for these expenses."

Mo Wan looked at her. "That's his money, not mine."

We are one family, but we have different opinions.

And this amount of money is nothing to Master Ma.

Zhang Yanpo listened for a while and then stepped forward to say, "Master, we'll find a way to get the money. You just stay home and recover from your injuries. That's the most important thing."

She was injured at work. Although she is not one of their people, the brothers can find a way to pool their money and reimburse some of the money, so it should be no problem.

It's impossible to discharge her early just because of money.

Mo Wan glanced at the talkative Zhang Yanpo and said to Zhu Hengshu, "Doctor Zhu, I'm not very popular among my classmates and teachers at school. I've already fallen behind in many classes. If I don't go back, I'm afraid I won't be able to return."

Zhu Shuyuan pushed his glasses down and handed her the completed medical record. "Take this to school. If they still insist on expelling you, come find me."

If he is really expelled, can he still go to the school to make trouble with the principal?