Chapter 23: The Righteous Bone Enters the Capital

  Looking at the pot dish worth thousands of dollars in front of him, Xiao Yu helplessly shook his head and thought: "Damn luxury!"

  "Second brother, stop staring and eat quickly!" He didn't know where Zhuo Si Mian found two large ocean bowls. A bottle of wine was just enough to fill the two bowls. He raised his head to see Xiao Yu staring at the rice in the bowl, lost in thought.

  "Hmm, okay, I'll just take a look at this thing that's worth over 2,000!" Xiao Yu responded with a nod.

  "Second brother, don't look at this thing being expensive. Anyone who wants to eat it can eat it. If I hadn't stood up for my dad once, no matter how much money you gave, you wouldn't be able to eat it."

  Zhuo Si Mian ate a mouthful of chestnut-flour steamed buns and continued: "At the time of liberation, those founding generals loved to come here to eat big pot dishes. However, the ingredients for cooking were precious and extremely difficult to make. Often, one large iron pot of rice would require more than three days' worth of materials. As a result, the food here was often in short supply, and sometimes even the founding heroes couldn't get any when they came to eat. Later, the owner of this canteen was too busy to keep up, so he set a rule: 'Major generals can come five times a month with a fixed quota, lieutenant generals ten times a month with a fixed quota, full generals twenty times a month with a fixed quota, and those founding heroes thirty times a month with a fixed quota.' This rule has been followed to this day."

  Xiao Yu picked up the steamed bun, and habitually put his nose to the edge of the bowl to take a sniff. Suddenly, a familiar aroma wafted out from the bowl, causing Xiao Yu to pause in surprise. He then excitedly picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, and savored it carefully, unaware that tears had filled his entire face. The flavor was identical to the medicinal herbs he had used. It had been years since he last had such a delicious big pot dish - four or five years, he couldn't even remember.

  "Lao Er, what's wrong with you? Even if the food is delicious, it shouldn't be exciting to this extent, right?" Zuo Siyun exclaimed in surprise, looking at Xiao Yu who was covered in tears.

  "It's okay, eating this meal reminds me of the big pot dish my grandfather used to make for me. Hehe, hurry up and eat, old man! Such delicious food can't be wasted." Xiao Yu wiped away his tears and forced a smile as he said this.

  Two men were eating, drinking and chatting. Soon a large bowl of wine was about to be finished. At this time, the bald man lifted the curtain and walked in, holding a bottle of wine with his left hand, facing Zhuo Siyun and saying: "Xiao Zhuo, this bottle of wine is for you to drink, thank you for your help last time!"

  Xiao Yu looked at the bald man, whose body was filled with a thick and intense aura of bloodlust. Xiao Yu could be certain that this person had not only seen blood but also killed people, and he had killed many. This person should be a soldier or a veteran, and he was a special forces soldier, Xiao Yu thought.

  Because if you look closely, you'll find that although the bald head is smiling warmly, his eyes are extremely cold, just like a snake's eyes, without a hint of emotion, because professional soldiers don't need emotions, only obedience to orders.

  The bald man put down his wine, walked out of the private room, and Zhuo Si Miao shook his head, sighed and said: "Ah, this is a good man, unfortunately he's gone to waste!" After finishing speaking, he drank the wine in the sea bowl in one gulp, and 'slammed' the bowl heavily on the table.

  "Oh, what's going on? Tell me!" Xiao Yu saw Zhuo Si Mian's appearance and became interested. If this person was worth saving, he didn't mind helping him heal his arm.

  His name was Zhang Dahi, a soldier from the Wolf Tooth Special Forces in the southwest border. Once an international drug trafficking group had a large transaction to be conducted across our national border, we received intelligence and dispatched soldiers from the Wolf Tooth Special Forces to capture them. Who knew it was a trap? Zhang Dahi covered his comrades' retreat alone, killing dozens of drug traffickers before being intercepted by a high-ranking expert hired by the drug lord with a large sum of money. Although he killed the opponent, his arm was disabled by the opponent's special technique.

  After returning, although he was awarded the first-class merit, his arm was disabled. The troops found all the famous orthopedic doctors in the country for him, but they were helpless.

  Helpless, he chose to retire. An old chief in Beijing knew about this and arranged for him to work as a helper in the cafeteria.

  Xiao Yu only now knew the background of Lao Da's life, it turned out that Lao Da's great-grandfather 'Zhuo Yu Tian' was a military doctor during the war of resistance against Japan, and after liberation he became the first president of the Chinese People's Liberation Army General Hospital, and Zhuo Lao was also the founder of the Deep Sea Traditional Chinese Medicine Academy where Xiao Yu was studying. Now Xiao Yu knew why the principal spoke to Lao Da with such courtesy.

  Lao Da's grandfather is the current president of the PLA General Hospital, General Zhuo Hongxing. Lao Er's father is the director of the Department of Surgery at the PLA General Hospital, Major General Zhuo Guangrong. The family rule of the Zhuo family is that every man in the family must study traditional Chinese medicine, which led to Zhuo Si Mai appearing at the Deep Sea University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

  Zhang Dahai's arm was the one that the Zhuo family had reattached, and although it had been successfully reattached, this arm could only perform some simple actions and couldn't be used for anything strenuous, as any exertion would cause a piercing pain.

  Xiao Yu admired Zhang Da Hai as well, he's a real man. After some thought, he said to Zhuo Si Mian: "Boss, go call that Zhang Da Hai over, I want to take a look."

  Soon after, Zhang Dahai came in and looked at Xiao Ye, saying: "You want to see my arm?"

  He nodded and let Zhang Dahai sit down, then reached out to feel his joints, closing his eyes to sense the misalignment of the bones. After a moment, he said: "Your arm was injured by someone using a special technique called 'small separation tendon bone hand' that is popular in the southwest. The tendons have already separated from the bones, and although they were reattached, it was not done correctly, which is why you can't exert any strength without feeling a sharp pain. Now, we need to redo it, but the process will be painful..."

  Doctor, don't say anything more. I'm not even afraid of death, let alone this little pain. Just come on and do it. If my luck is good, but my fate is bad, then just go ahead and do what you want. Zhang Dahai waved his hand to stop Xiao Yu from speaking, and said expressionlessly.

  Upon hearing Zhang Dahi say this, Xiao Ye remained silent, as saying anything more would be an insult to such a man.

  "Second brother, can you? This is something my great-grandfather studied for a whole day before he could put it back together. Don't take it apart again or you won't be able to put it back!"

  "Don't worry!" Xiao Yu said with one hand on Zhang Da Hai's shoulder and the other grasping his wrist, without turning his head.

  Xiao Yu grasped Zhang Dahi's shoulder with one hand and held his wrist with the other, gently rotating it: "Endure!"

  Zhang Dahai nodded: "You take care of it, don't worry about me!" At this moment, his forehead was already covered with dense fine sweat. Normally, even lightly lifting his arm would make him feel a sharp pain, let alone turning like this.

  Xiao Ye, who was holding onto Zhang Dahai's arm, suddenly pulled outward with force, and with a cracking sound, Zhang Dahai's arm fell off again.

  Xiao Yu once again grasped Zhang Dahai's arm and spun him counterclockwise, this time faster than before. At this point, the fine sweat on Zhang Dahai's forehead had turned into soybean-sized droplets, and his back was completely drenched in the cool autumn evening of the north.

  Xiao Yu grabbed Zhang Dahi's arm and spun it counterclockwise for over ten circles before stopping. He then grasped Zhang's wrist, suddenly exerting force to pull outward with a loud "crack". He let go of Zhang's arm, patted his shoulder and said: "Alright."