Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife Chapter 183: Chapter 183 Brothers! I

"Fine, but you'd better be ready to get hurt!"

Ouyang Jie felt belittled by Song Yun, and a stubborn fire rekindled within him. He charged at Song Yun on his own initiative.

One move, two moves, three moves.

No matter whether he used technique or brute force, he couldn't get even remotely close to Song Yun!

That's just wrong!

Ouyang Jie feinted a move to deceive Song Yun, grabbed at Song Yun's pants with one hand, attempting to lift him in an overbearing manner.

But after this effort, he realized that he couldn't budge Song Yun in the slightest!

Song Yun was like a giant tree deeply rooted in the earth, exuding a stability that was frightening.

What the hell is going on!!!

You should know that he was able to lift so sumo wrestlers he had encountered before!

This is nuts!!!

At this mont, Song Yun stood in a horse stance, looking down helplessly at Ouyang Jie.

If you can't lift it, don't force it, kid. These pants of mine are pretty expensive, costing over a hundred thousand!

"Ah!!!"

Veins bulging with effort, Ouyang Jie used all his strength to fiercely grasp at Song Yun's waist.

"Pfft!"

Song Yun's pants, unable to withstand the intense pulling force, finally tore.

With a face full of black lines, Song Yun grabbed his pants to keep them from falling, seized Ouyang Jie's wrist with his other hand, touched and flicked, and sent Ouyang Jie flying into the crowd with a heavy crash.

This kid is too damn fierce!!

Everyone around was stunned; the team leader was usually as fierce as a beast, and yet this guy was handling the team leader's attacks with such ease!

Ouyang Jie grunted in pain and staggered to his feet.

Others might not know his strength, but he knew he was at the ceiling of strength in this camp.

Even the most personal guards of the old master would gradually fall behind in a skirmish with him.

Yet Song Yun, this clean and handso guy, could fight him toe-to-toe. The opponent was definitely soone with martial arts training!

"Get so pants!"

Song Yun shouted disgruntledly. His custom-made pants were ruined! Damn it, if it wasn't for the fact that you're the officer of this camp and I wanted to save you so face, I'd really teach you a lesson!

Ouyang Jie gaped in amazent, nodded, and ordered his subordinates to find a pair of camouflage pants.

After changing his clothes in the room, Song Yun looked at Ouyang Jie playfully and said slowly, "Shall we continue?"

"No more, no more!"

It was a joke; Ouyang Jie had now recovered his senses. Song Yun had been holding back earlier. If they continued, who knew what state he'd be in!

"The team leader chickened out, haha, little brother, you are aweso! To make the team leader back down, haha!"

"Holy shit! Am I still asleep? The team leader actually lost?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's such a waste not to have so liquor at a ti like this!"

Listening to his subordinates' laughter, Ouyang Jie just wanted to drag them to have a round with Song Yun—damn it, all they did was enjoy the show without getting involved, totally fanning the flas!

"Team leader, it's bad! A brother has fainted at the training field behind!"

A soldier rushed over and shouted.

"What's the use of telling that? Did you call the dic?"

"I'm on it, I'm on it!"

Ouyang Jie rubbed his face and, with his team, planned to go check out the situation.

Given the uniqueness of their camp, the normal training load was much heavier than that of regular troops, causing so newcors who just joined the camp to faint under the heavy burden.

This incident could be considered either serious or trivial; it primarily depended on the individual's constitution.

Everyone arrived at the training ground, where, aside from those still training, the rest were gathered around, not knowing what to do.

The dic, carrying an ergency kit, hurried over, dispersing the onlookers and squatting down to carefully examine the patient.

"Err, err, err..."

The patient on the ground, who was originally just pale-faced, suddenly began to convulse, continuously spitting out foam from their mouth.

"Is this epilepsy?" Ouyang Jie's expression turned cold as he angrily shouted at so team leaders, "Didn't you thoroughly check their health when you recruited them? Our training intensity will undoubtedly put this soldier's life in danger!"

"But... Wang's dical tests all ca back normal..."

A team leader was also shocked by the scene. Logically, any hidden health problems should have been detected during the initial checks, prompting their elimination. So what exactly was happening now???

"Hurry up and call the hospital to co and pick him up! He won't last another half an hour tonight!"

The dic found several tall and burly soldiers to hold down the patient's limbs and put a stick in the patient's mouth to prevent them from biting their tongue.

"Damn it, I'll deal with you guys after this is over!"

Ouyang Jie yelled, frustrated and irritable. Everyone who joined the camp was his brother, but now one of his brothers was having a health crisis, and he could only stand there, powerless to help. This feeling greatly upset him.

"Let have a look."

Song Yun approached the patient, reaching out to check on them first.

But he was stopped by the dic, who looked at this unfamiliar face with furrowed brows and said sternly, "Don't touch anything!"

"Don't worry, I've studied dicine."

Song Yun turned to Ouyang Jie and said, "You don't want this young brother to die young, do you?"

"A dying horse for a living horse doctor! Let him look!"

Song Yun lifted the patient's eyelids and discovered that the patient had already fallen into a coma, with the body convulsions and foam at the mouth being rely pathological reactions.

For Song Yun, the situation was quite simple to manage. He jabbed forcefully at several acupoints on the patient's body.

Gradually, the patient stopped convulsing, and no more foam ford in their mouth.

Song Yun, however, was drenched in sweat. While it was easy to find the acupoints, it took a lot of effort to control the intensity and degree of kneading each point.

After the treatnt, the patient's complexion slowly regained its rosiness.

Ouyang Jie was greatly surprised. Was Song Yun, the wealthiest man in Magic Capital, really so free every day? How could he know so much?

Leaving aside his martial arts skills, just looking at his dical expertise, he seed to be even more skilled than many doctors.

"This young brother's hidden illness is probably a familial inheritance skipping generations. On ordinary days, there's no difference from a normal person, but once the illness strikes, it's much more severe than a common illness."

Song Yun took the towel that Ouyang Jie passed to him and wiped his hands. If it weren't for his presence today, the young man probably wouldn't have lasted until the ambulance arrived.

"Did you all hear that? In the future, when screening recruits, you'd better dig into their ancestors eighteen generations back! It's not just about choosing better talent; it's about being responsible for these soldiers!"

Ouyang Jie scolded his team leaders with a grim face.

He turned to look at Song Yun again, his eyes shining with admiration!

"Brother! I..."

Ouyang Jie grabbed Song Yun's hand with such a start that Song Yun quickly stepped back several paces.

"Let's get one thing straight first, I'm totally straight!"

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Jie awkwardly scratched the back of his head.