Chapter 9

Lu Zhanye’s hand suddenly pressed on the holster at the back of his waist.

This action almost caused the silver needle in Shen Nanxing’s hand to slip out.

This Type 54 pistol was the weapon that pierced her heart in the original novel.

“You…are afraid of guns?”

Lu Zhanye unholstered his gun so slowly that it seemed as if he was torturing her to death.

“Military doctors shouldn’t be afraid of this.”

Lu Zhanye pulled out his gun and threw the holster casually on the desk.

“Pah…”

The sound made Shen Nanxing tremble involuntarily.

She suppressed the fear in her heart and restrained herself from retreating.

Her rapid breathing and the trembling silver needles between her fingers reflected her rejection of the Type 54 rifle in Lu Zhanye’s hand.

“What do I have to be afraid of? Is Captain Lu’s spearmanship as accurate as my acupuncture?”

Lu Zhanye said nothing, walked forward and lifted Shen Nanxing’s chin with the barrel of his gun.

Shen Nanxing was so nervous that she could even hear her own heartbeat.

“Well, should we give it a try?”

Lu Zhanye pulled the trigger with his index finger.

“Okay, let’s see which is faster, your silver needle or my bullet, within seven steps?”

Shen Nanxing decided to go all out and simply grabbed the acupoints on Lu Zhanye’s wrist.

“That’s not right, Captain Lu.

Why is your index finger shaking?

What are you afraid of?

I think your sympathetic nervous system is overexcited.

You should play with guns less and get more acupuncture.

If you are sick, treat the disease!”

During the stalemate, Shen Nanxing kept his eyes fixed on the Type 54 rifle.

“Your hands are shaking worse than mine. Why do I feel like you’ve seen this gun before?”

Lu Zhanye calmly put the gun into the holster.

“I,……”

Shen Nanxing took a half step back and accidentally knocked over the enamel pot on the table.

The remaining boiled water soaked the “divorce certificate” that Lu Zhanye had just thrown on the table.

“I am just a barefoot doctor who has never seen the world.

It’s normal to be afraid of guns. Don’t all Type 54 rifles in the military look like this? “

Thunder exploded outside the window, and Lu Zhanye grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the gun handle.

“You’ve never held a gun in your hand?”

I said I have no patience. If you don’t answer, then I can study the trajectory of the gun after it is fired.”

As soon as these words came out, Shen Nanxing could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

She pulled her hand away suddenly, and the needle box fell all over the floor.

Lu Zhanye is so angry that he is finally going to take ruthless action against himself?

“The ballistic angle of incidence is 32 degrees.

Enter from the western intercostal space and rotate to tear the pulmonary artery trunk.

Does this kind of death hurt Captain Lu? “

Shen Nanxing mustered up the courage to try landing on Zhan Ye.

If this gun was in my hand now.

She must have pointed the gun at Lu Zhanye.

Let him also experience the feeling of a bullet hitting the pulmonary artery.

“What did you say?”

When Lu Zhanye heard Shen Nanxing’s ballistic analysis, his eyes suddenly widened.

“Tell me again.”

This ballistic data is exactly the new shooting parameter he debugged at the shooting range last week.

It is impossible for the village doctor in front of him to have access to confidential files.

“You’re just a barefoot doctor, where have you ever seen such a wound?”

“In a dream.”

Shen Nanxing put the silver needles she had picked up back into the cloth bag one by one, pointing her fingertips at her left chest, but her eyes were fixed on Lu Zhanye.

“In my dream, there was a stupid woman who was treated as a sitting duck by the person she trusted the most. She was shot seven times before she died.

The trajectory of the seventh shot was at this angle.”

“What a coincidence, I dreamed about it too.”

Lu Zhanye tapped his heart lightly with his hand.

“My dream was exactly the opposite. A fool took five bullets for me. The last one…”

Lu Zhanye didn’t continue.

He grabbed the Type 54 on the table and stuffed it into Shen Nanxing’s palm:

“Do you want to verify the dream?”

Shen Nanxing felt his index finger automatically pull the trigger.

She studies forensic ballistics, how could she not know how to shoot?

The wind and snow at the execution ground in her previous life suddenly made her sober.

The next moment, Shen Nanxing suddenly turned the gun and pointed it at the sycamore tree outside the window…

“Bang…bang…bang”

He fired three shots in succession, and after three shots, raindrops fell from the branches.

“Poor recoil compensation.”

She unloaded the magazine skillfully and slapped it on the table, flicking the hot barrel with her fingertips.

“The third bullet is off by 0.5. Captain Lu, it’s time to change your gun.”

Before Shen Nanxing could finish his words, Lu Zhanye leaned forward and approached.

The collar of the military uniform brushed against the tip of Shen Nanxing’s nose.

The close contact caused Shen Nanxing’s first pass from the back to hit the cold office desk.

“You…are afraid of me?”

Lu Zhanye deliberately snatched the gun from Shen Nanxing’s hand and used the gun barrel to pry open her collar.

“Where was your guts for breaking into the medicine storehouse and stealing the medicine last night?”

Shen Nanxing could clearly feel his own pounding pulse.

“Captain Lu, if you bully a divorced woman, won’t you be laughed at if the news gets out?”

“Divorced?”

Lu Zhanye suddenly grabbed Shen Nanxing’s wrist and pressed it on the divorce certificate.

“You and him have never had sex, so how can you be considered husband and wife?”

fingertipThe cinnabar mole at the corner of Shen Nanxing’s eye.

“If you don’t marry me, you’ll have the chance to become a martyr’s widow.”

“You’re crazy, you’re inexplicable.”

Shen Nanxing picked up the inkstone and smashed it at Lu Zhanye.

Lu Zhanye dodged in time.

The ink hit the divorce certificate on the table and splashed onto Lu Zhanye’s face:

“However, you are absolutely right about one thing.

If the shrapnel in your waist continues to rot, I won’t have to kill you. There will be a place for you in the Martyrs’ Cemetery.”

Lu Zhanye wiped his face and smiled instead.

“Aren’t we waiting for Doctor Shen to heal my back injury?”

He grabbed Shen Nanxing’s trembling hand and pressed it against his waist.

“Cure me, and you can take any imported medicine from the arsenal. And give me a son, how about that?”

“You’re dreaming…”

Shen Nanxing struggled with all her might, but in front of Lu Zhanye, everything was in vain.

“You murderer.”

“Murderer?”

Lu Zhanye breathed on her earlobe to tease Shen Nanxing.

“Should I show you something?”

Immediately afterwards, a silver needle appeared in Lu Zhanye’s palm.

That was the only silver needle missing from her silver needle box.

Shen Nanxing froze.

This was the only needle missing from the box of silver needles her father left for her before he left.

“And you still say you’re not a murderer?”

He was indeed the one who killed his father, and even himself…

Shen Nanxing’s psychological defenses were close to collapse at this moment.

She regained the same fear as her original owner, Shen Nanxing.

Lu Zhanye bit open the first button on her collar with his mouth.

“Why don’t you treat this as a token of love? I’ve kept it for seven years.

If you don’t agree to me tonight.

I’m going to stick this thing in your brother’s lungs.”

Before he could finish his words, Shen Nanxing was picked up by Lu Zhanye and thrown onto the sofa.

Shen Nanxing struggled to get up and stabbed Lu Zhanye’s carotid artery with the silver needle hidden in his sleeve:

“How dare you touch Xiaoman!”

“Hit the spot.”

Lu Zhanye ripped open his collar to reveal his throbbing blood vessels.

“If we go down here, we’ll fit in one coffin.”

He took out a light blue potion and shook it.

“A box of imported dopamine and imported streptomycin, there are only these three in the whole Northeast.

Don’t you really want to try to see if you can cure your brother?”

At this moment, in the sound of rain…

Shen Nanxing glared at Lu Zhanye, his hands firmly held by Lu Zhanye, unable to move.

Lu Zhanye’s lips brushed across Shen Nanxing’s sweaty forehead:

“Be good and call me husband. I’ll send the medicine to your brother’s ward now.”