Where are we going?
"She's not interested!"
Yaen Chi pulled Ye Wanting to the other side, clearly in a protective manner, "She's going to wield a scalpel, not a gun in the future."
"Oh, a doctor."
Bo Yuman tapped her chin, "How about becoming a military doctor? The old adviser selects good talents every day; I'll talk to him and have him set you up at the school. In the future, you'll wield the scalpel while Yaen Chi carries the gun. If he gets hurt, you can treat him—it's perfect."
"No way!"
Yaen Chi's forehead throbbed, his face tense, "Didn't I say she's young? Don't interfere with her future path. Second Sister, give me a break, pick on your brother, okay?"
Asking "okay," but why does his expression seem so forced?
Is this aimed at his most cherished? He can't hold it back?
Bo Yuman didn't say a word, pulled out a military knife, slashed it a couple of times, and the gleaming blade reflected the light, flashing a gleaming white light in front of Yaen Chi's eyes.
