Special Forces Medic-Chapter 804 - 677: District Government Hostage Incident Press Conference

Xiao Lin, who jumped down from the windowsill, had lost interest in the person lying on the bed. His identity was not important; what mattered was that Yao Zheng did not blindly follow Marshal's arrangement.

Walking down the corridor, Xiao Lin encountered the nurse from the room at the nurse station, hurriedly noting her badge name as he exited the hospital through the hallway.

Today will be a busy day for Yao Zheng. Early in the morning, Ji Weihua rearranged some personnel at the North District Police Station, claiming it was for safety protection. After the second attack in the district chief's office, Ji Weihua fortified the entire district government building, inside and out, and also controlled the surroundings of the external building, closely monitoring movements to ensure Yao Zheng's safety.

The Secretariat had been busy since last night with today's press conference event, which would be held in the district government's conference hall, providing an open and transparent report on the highly publicized case.

Xu Ming, feeling restless, glanced a few times at the people inside the conference hall before stepping out. He needed fresh air, a fresh perspective. The expansive conference hall was lavishly decorated, forcefully transforming a serious press conference into something resembling a celebrity launch event.

"Lao Xu, what are you doing here? I had to look all over for you." Marshal entered with a large bunch of flowers without any sign of displeasure on his face. "There are two more bunches in the car outside. Wang Xi is watching the car. Come give me a hand!"

"You can make a few more trips and handle it yourself; you don't need my help."

"Lao Xu, did you eat explosives today? You're speaking so sharply." Marshal shrugged, feeling irritable early in the morning—is this middle-aged menopause?

"It's nothing. You go ahead, I'll head to the car."

"Lao Xu, what are you doing in the car? Today we're here for security. How are we supposed to set things up with one less person?" Marshal tossed the flowers to a staff member and ran out after Xu Ming.

"And you know what I'm here for?" Xu Ming glanced at Marshal, swinging his eyes. This guy looked more excited than anyone else, quite odd.

"Of course, I know why I'm here. Oh, oh, you're not mad because of this, are you?" Marshal dragged Xu Ming into the car, leaving Wang Xi wide-eyed, mouth agape, unable to utter a word.

Sitting silently in the car, Xu Ming couldn't understand why he was finding it particularly hard to endure today, like his emotions were ready to explode after reaching a certain point.

"Lao Xu, I have another objective for coming here today," Marshal grinned mischievously, his round eyes constantly darting around, his lips unable to contain his blooming smile.

"Are you lovesick today?" Xu Ming really wanted to tear that mouth of his to shreds; his entire demeanor was so irritating.

"Not at all!" Marshal stopped teasing and waved at the two. "Yesterday, the boss sent me a message, saying there's going to be a good show today."

"Has the boss returned?" Xu Ming hadn't received such information and looked at Marshal suspiciously.

"Yes, he should be! He wants us to stay at our posts." Marshal pulled out his phone to show Xu Ming. "What does 'hold your ground' mean? Isn't our task to protect Yao Zheng? How can we ensure his safety by just staying put?"

Xu Ming slapped his thigh and shouted, "I get it, we're just supposed to do nothing."

"Is that so?" Marshal doubted Xu Ming's understanding and turned to Wang Xi.

"Don't look at me. We'll do what we're supposed to, whatever that is. If someone attacks us, we catch them; if not, we just stand aside. Aren't there also the district police here? We're on the outermost perimeter, no need to snatch the spotlight, right?"

"Makes sense!" they replied in unison.

"Ji Weihua is here; aren't you going to the scene?" From the driver's seat, Wang Xi saw Ji Weihua and a group quickly entering the district government building.

"Let's go! Maybe the boss is already inside." Xu Ming shoved Marshal out the car door, picked up a bunch of flowers from the trunk, and walked in, suddenly full of energy compared to earlier.

Ji Weihua did not go directly to see Yao Zheng but lingered around the venue, checking every step without missing a single point. The Secretariat was making final confirmations, conducting checks on invited journalists and media representatives. Some who had already arrived at the government building were directed to a temporary lounge to wait. The tables were ready with exquisite and tasty snacks, offering thorough and courteous hospitality.

"Where have you been?" Ji Weihua stepped forward to question Xu Ming as they entered with flowers, his face severe like someone owed him millions. "Don't you know what day it is? Acting so lax, how can you maintain security and order here?"

"Director Ji, you're here." Xu Ming frowned slightly. Damn, they've been treated like underlings all morning, and now they're being reprimanded like this?

"Director Xu, you are at least a police station director; don't you have the basic sense of responsibility? How can you be a good leader for your subordinates like this?" Ji Weihua put his hands on his hips, almost pointing at Xu Ming's nose while scolding him.

"Ah, we came to handle security. I thought we were here to be your errand boys." Xu Ming replied shakily, his indifference igniting Ji Weihua's temper further.

"What do you mean by that? Are you suggesting we asked for your help by mistake?" Ji Weihua stepped closer to Xu Ming. "Xu Ming, you need to understand one thing: you're the director of the North District Police Station, and I am your superior, understand?"

"Yes, Director Ji. If there's nothing else, we'll stay outside and do our job." Xu Ming waved to Marshal and dropped the flowers he was holding, walking out.

"Xu Ming!" Ji Weihua shouted at Xu Ming, looking at the two piles of flowers on the ground, wanting to kick them away.

"Lao Xu, you're looking real sharp today!" Marshal followed Xu Ming, flattering him.

"Damn, one day I'm going to tear that bastard's face apart." Xu Ming paced through the hall with his hands behind his back. Their police station's area was this hall, the main passageway, and anyone suspicious had to pass their scrutiny first before entering. It was a very onerous yet crucial task—in plain terms, a thankless job where they would be blamed if something went wrong.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the press conference officially began. After lunch, journalists and media rushed into the conference hall and took their seats. Cameras and recorders were all in the back, and everyone had to go through final security checks before entering to ensure no lethal weapons were carried. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)