Huo Siran straightened up, with a light flashing in his deep eyes, and said lightly: "It's okay to stay. You can report to the kitchen team of the logistics department within a week to cure your hematuria and come back. Shuchen Fengshu."

Two thunders seemed to explode in my mind.

One...one week?!!

Cooking class?!

Lin Yitong thought that the fantasy she heard was so strange that her long eyelashes could not stop, and there was an unconcealed grievance in her voice: "But...but... the leader, for a week..."

"Or three days?" Hosran sat back on the chair, raised his eyes and discussed with her.

"No!" Lin Yitong's nose was covered with thin sweat, and she was almost crying, "No, a week... just a week!"

This sudden test and bad news made her panic and helpless, and even the little sad atmosphere that had just been brewed was completely dispersed! She thought Hosran was already soft-hearted, but she didn't expect that she was still so strict that she wanted to die... This office is so terrible, she never dared to come again...

In awkward situation, she rushed out and grabbed the door handle before thinking of something. She turned back with tears of grievance and asked hoarsely: "Chief, I...I'm going to... the kitchen team, what are you doing??"

She couldn't even think that her psychological fear of illness had anything to do with the kitchen team?!

Sitting up straight and continuing to look through the exercise report just now, Hosran said a few words calmly and lazily: "...Look at killing the chicken."

“…”

Look...kill the chicken?!!

Lin Yitong widened her water eyes, and felt thunder in a moment. She didn't know whether to cry or laugh. She really wanted to ask the leader, are you funny? But when she thought of the bloody scene in the backstage of the kitchen, she stopped joking, she couldn't even cry! She didn't expect that Hosran would use this method to force her to get rid of her hypoxia!

"Do you have any objection?" Hosran raised his eyes and asked her softly.

The girl at the door seemed to be a small animal with a basin of cold water. She was shaking with coldness and even her expression was wet! She felt aggrieved and scared, so she could only smile and shake her head and press down the sourness, and said hoarsely: "No. I obey the order, Chief."

Hosran stared at her deeply, then reluctantly withdrew his gaze and said softly: "Go early and come back soon."

Fucking fuck*

Lin Yitong felt that she was still dead.

The heat and depression spread in the backstage of a small kitchen squad. Among a group of sweaty men, a slender and white figure stood obediently, with his hands behind his back, his little goose-shaped face was white, and a strand of black hair was wet with sweat and pressed against his cheeks.

"Nurse Lin!"

"Hello, Nurse Lin!" The little soldier ran over and greeted her with a red face.

As soon as she looked up, the rippling waves made people feel itchy, not to mention that she was not wearing a nursing uniform after work, a creamy T-shirt with khaki shorts, and was soft and obedient like a student. When she learned that she was sent to "experience life" to overcome her hidden illness, she felt a little sympathetic to her and chattered around her and kept talking.

Her eyes were shiny, and she was a little grateful by the atmosphere. She didn't say anything, but she wrote down what they said that she was uncomfortable and painful in normal times. She wanted to wait until it was dissipated later and solve it for them one by one.

"What are you doing around you? What are you doing? Go to cook." The old squad leader came in with his hands behind his back, and with a cold look, he dispersed a group of people.

Her little face drooped.

"Come on, come here and kill me a chicken." The old squad leader had a cold face and put a hen that was still chuckling on the desk.

Her little face turned pale, and the uneasiness in her heart turned into fear!

Is this... called her?

The chicken, tied with legs and couldn't move, was right in front of me, my hand was suddenly lifted up and stuffed into a bright kitchen knife, and the command was in my ear: "Cut it, cut it, then put the blood clean after it is cut off, just treat it as if you have completed the task today. If you can't finish it, you will leave now, and you won't use it tomorrow."
Chapter completed!