flstandardbreds Chapter 1025 Hurry! Come here quickly!
Chapter 1025 Hurry! Come here quickly!
"Bagaya road!"
A furious roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, suddenly burst forth from the depths of Yusuke's throat! The anger and murderous intent in his voice were so intense that even the soldiers holding guns next to him instinctively straightened their bodies!
He strode down the steps, his military boots making a heavy thud on the icy ground.
Rushing to Li Shouren, before the other could react, his right hand shot out like an iron clamp, grabbing Li Shouren's tattered cotton-padded coat by the collar and lifting him up forcefully! Li Shouren's frail body was almost lifted off the ground by him!
"Speak! What happened?!" Yusuke Ichijo's face was almost touching Li Shouren's, his eyes burning with a terrifying flame as he gritted his teeth and demanded an answer, each word like a shard of ice squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Her! How could she have become like this?! It's only been one day! Explain yourself!"
Li Shouren was so terrified by the sudden outburst of rage and immense power that he lost his mind, his breathing became labored, and his face instantly drained of all color.
He struggled in vain, his eyes unfocused, crying out incoherently to explain:
"It's...it's Steward Wang and his gang...they're stealing the grain...the children...the children are stopping them..."
They... they hit... stomped... stomped on the child... Waaah... I couldn't stop them... I was useless...
He wept uncontrollably as he tried to describe the atrocity, but the extreme fear and grief rendered his words fragmented and illogical.
"waste!"
Yusuke Ichijo couldn't be bothered to listen to the tragic story of this lowly life! To him, the infighting among these lower-class Chinese was like dogs fighting each other, utterly worthless and even disgusting!
He's only concerned about the extent of the damage to his "property" now!
He kicked out with all his might, his right foot, clad in a sturdy leather military boot, striking Li Shouren squarely in the chest!
"Bang!" A muffled sound!
Li Shouren was kicked backward like a tattered sack, crashing heavily onto the cold ground three or four meters away. He coughed violently, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and curled up, unable to get up for a moment.
"You can't even protect a child! You don't deserve to be a father!" Yusuke Ichijo clapped his hands in disgust, as if he had just touched something dirty.
His anger did not subside with the kick; on the contrary, it intensified upon confirming that the "item" was damaged.
Suppressing the urge to tear Li Shouren to pieces, he turned around abruptly, walked quickly to Xiao Juan's side, and knelt down on one knee without hesitation.
He extended his right index and middle fingers and pressed them precisely on the side of Xiao Juan's slender neck, feeling the pulse of her carotid artery.
The touch from my fingertips was faint, slow, and intermittent, like a candle flickering in the wind, as if it would be completely extinguished at any moment.
Yusuke's heart sank! His face turned even more pale.
The injuries were far more serious than he had imagined! Whether he could be saved was now a huge unknown!
He abruptly stood up and roared at the soldiers standing beside him, "Keep an eye on this Chinese man! No one is allowed to touch him without my orders!"
Then, without the slightest hesitation, he squatted down, picked up Xiao Juan, and then almost ran, dashing into the headquarters building and sprinting towards the infirmary!
The hem of the military overcoat billowed out in a sharp arc behind him.
As he ran, he shouted in Japanese, his voice echoing through the empty corridor:
"Medic! Medic! Get to the operating room immediately! Hurry! Come here right now!"
His voice was urgent and commanding, leaving no room for argument.
At this moment, the uncontrollable rage that filled his heart did not stem from pity or sympathy for the impending loss of a young life.
It was a pure and cold, egoistic rage that destroyed the "living gift" he had carefully chosen as an important political investment!
His key bargaining chip for currying favor with Ms. Takasaki Keiko and thus consolidating his position in Commander Takasaki Takuto’s heart may soon lose its value!
His painstakingly crafted plan was disrupted, which made him appear incompetent!
There's a reason why Yusuke Ichijo is so certain about Kokoro and that she's indispensable.
When Yusuke first saw Xiaojuan, he immediately noticed a resemblance between her features and Huizi's.
And his eyes were equally clear and bright.
In Yusuke Ichijo's eyes, this was a little maid sent by heaven to Miss Keiko, an opportunity delivered to him by heaven!
If this "maid" dies now, all his previous efforts and "investments" will be in vain!
Furthermore, Nakamura Shunsuke, Taniguchi Mayu, Mitsuda Shoma, Nakagawa Ken, and others who already know about his plan may even look down on him because of it!
This must never happen!
The extreme displeasure and violence stemming from this "property loss" and "failure to plan" is the true source of all his anger at this moment.
In his eyes, the little girl's life was merely an object with a specific function.
What he needs to do now is to do everything he can to "rescue" this "property" that still has a last bit of value.
Yusuke's almost roaring command pierced the silence of the night at the military police headquarters like a sharp whistle, echoing urgently in the cold corridor.
The undeniable anxiety and anger conveyed in the command made the already tense atmosphere even more stagnant.
The command was executed swiftly.
Less than five minutes later, a series of rapid and orderly footsteps in leather boots approached from afar.
Soon, a Japanese military doctor, wearing a slightly worn but very clean white coat and a military cap, arrived almost running to the front hall, which was being used as a makeshift first aid station, accompanied by a medic carrying a heavy Red Cross medicine box.
The man was about forty years old, with a thin face, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and had sharp and calm eyes. Even in his haste, he maintained a professional composure.
He was Hiroichi Yamaguchi, a military doctor assigned to the First Battalion by the Military Police Hospital affiliated with the Military Police Headquarters.
Yamaguchi's military medics are highly experienced in battlefield first aid, especially in treating various external and combat injuries.
From Harbin to Tianjin, then to Shanghai and Nanjing, Yamaguchi followed a large convoy and was a medical officer whom Yusuke relied on quite a bit.
“Captain!” The medic from Yamaguchi bowed sharply before Yusuke Ichijo, his voice steady but his speech rapid, showing that he understood the urgency of the situation.
"Quick! Look at this child!" Yusuke Ichijo waved his hand impatiently, pointing to Xiao Juan, who was lying flat on a makeshift cot.
His face remained ashen, his eyes fixed on the small, silent figure with a sinister gaze, as if examining a damaged, valuable item.
Without wasting any words, the military doctor from Yamaguchi stepped forward immediately.