At the forefront of the town's street was a newly opened hotel―the Chunyang Grand Hotel. Several girls dressed in camisoles and miniskirts were greeting a few guests jumping down from a van.
As Ye Jian passed by the hotel, she just looked at the road in front of her. Carrying the food she bought, she walked quickly to Principal Chen's home.
A bowl of braised pork in brown sauce, a braised grass carp, a bowl of fried dried beans with bacon, a share of tomato soup, and a bowl of green vegetables. Sipping the rice wine, Principal Chen and Grandpa Gen started their conversation, delightedly.
When they finished the meal, they both felt a bit drunk.
On the other hand, Ye Jian had packed everything. Carrying her school bag and taking a flashlight, she headed to the New Recruit Camp.
The New Recruit Camp was about ten miles away from the home of Principal Chen. When she walked past the Chunyang Grand Hotel, several motorcycles sped from the front. Instinctively, Ye Jian turned off her flashlight. She saw the motorcycles turn and stop at the door of the hotel.
The blinding motorcycles lights, which were not extinguished immediately, reflected on the glass door of the hotel, rendering dazzling rays.
The night wind, accompanied by a pungent smell of diesel, contained a slight whiff of blood. Ye Jian couldn't help but wrinkle her nose, leaving hastily.
Laughing, the several girls dressed in camisoles, whom Ye Jian saw during the day, came out to greet their guests coming down from the motorcycles one by one.
"Get out of the way!" A man yelled angrily, blocking the path of one of the girls. He turned around and got off from the motorcycle. "Take the meal to my room and let Liao Youde come over."
Ye Jian paused slightly, and when she lifted her feet again, her footsteps were more firm and faster.
The remnant smell of blood had not faded in the air. Instead of walking forward, Ye Jian took a shortcut to the New Recruit Camp.
When she passed by a pond in the village, she heard rapid gasping sounds coming from under the pond bank, and then there was the splashing sound of water. It sounded like someone was crawling out from the pond.
The scent of mud was mingled with a strong bloody smell, which made Ye Jian stop walking. Slowly, she lowered her body and squatted on the wet ground.
The sound of water disappeared, while the panting became faster…
Ye Jian kept her mouth closed tightly. This person was injured. Was he a villager from the town? No, that's unlikely. If he were, he would have called for help.
She had always been cautious. She did not move. Holding her breath, she blended herself into the darkness of the night.
In the darkness, someone staggered up and limped toward the camp on the hill. The smell of blood was getting heavier.
As Ye Jian saw the black shadow clearly, barely hesitating, she jumped up from the ground. Stuffing the flashlight into her bag, she ran to the limping black shadow.
"Let me help you go over there, come on, lean on me! I've got you!"
Ye Jian, who had rushed over to the man, grabbed his right arm and put it on her shoulder. Holding the man's strong waist with her other hand, she said, "I know Battalion Commander Yang. Don't talk. Let's go back and treat your wounds first."
Since she had been staying in the army for so long, the breath emitted by the black shadow was familiar to her. It was the fierce military authority that made the soldiers remain unperturbed in the face of life and death.
Extremely injured and experiencing excessive blood loss, the man had been holding on until now thanks to his willpower. When Ye Jian rushed out, he had already loaded the pistol in his hand.
When the man heard that the little girl knew Battalion Commander Yang, he quietly put away the pistol. As he spoke, his voice was already too weak to be audible. "Little girl, run to tell Battalion Commander Yang that the target has been alarmed."
"We will be there soon. Don't talk. Save some strength. We will tell Battalion Commander Yang when we see him," said Ye Jian with a cold and stern look on her face. Even when the nearly 1.8-meter-tall soldier was leaning on her, she was walking at a steady pace.
Battalion Commander Yang was answering a phone call. As he heard the cold voice from the phone, his facial expression was unprecedentedly grave. "Okay! I will send troops to search immediately! I will report to you as soon as I hear any news!"
"The target is the number one foreign spy from the Southern Province, please be careful!" A low-pitched and cold male voice, which contained a majestic chill, was heard from the phone. "I will arrive at Fujun Town ten minutes later!"
Ye Jian appeared at the camp post, surprising the two soldiers who were on guard duty.
One soldier called to inform Battalion Commander Yang, while the other one carried the injured man on his back, running into the camp.
Battalion Commander Yang happened to be running out from the camp with the military surgeon. They immediately laid the man gently on the stretcher.
"It is a gunshot wound on his left shoulder. He has lapsed into a coma due to excessive blood loss. The wound is likely to be infected, and it needs to be treated immediately." As soon as Ye Jian saw Battalion Commander Yang, she told him every detail she knew. "The Chunyang Grand Hotel is fishy. Five foreign men have arrived there. One of the foreigners has the accent of Hongkou City and is injured!"
Hongkou City Accent! Was it not…? Gazed at Ye Jian, Battalion Commander Yang said in a deep voice, "Girl, it is going to be a long night for you."
"You go back to the dormitory first. The military surgeon will handle the wounds of this soldier."
Ye Jian slightly tightened her eyes and whispered, "Uncle Yang, there is only one military surgeon here, right? I'm afraid that is not enough. I know a little about gunshot treatment. Let me go with you."
When this girl talked, her demeanor and words would always be inexplicably convincing. Barely pausing, Battalion Commander Yan nodded, "All right, you may assist the surgeon."
Ye Jian was in medical school for more than a year, and her professional knowledge was better than the medical students. She could do more than just acting as a paramedic.
But tonight, she could only assist the surgeon. The 14-year-old Ye Jian had never been exposed to gunshot wounds, except for learning some theoretical knowledge in the army.
Injecting anti-inflammatory drip, cleaning up the wound, removing the bullet to clean the wound again… As long as the military surgeon needed anything, she could immediately hand it to him, and she could even aptly use the sterile cotton cloth to wipe the sweat from the military surgeon while he was pulling out the bullet.
When Xia Jinyuan came in, he saw a slender figure standing beside the operating table. As Ye Jian heard his footsteps, like a sentinel on guard duty, she turned around to look at him coldly, with a scalpel in her hand.
"It's me, Xia Jinyuan," he said in a low-pitched voice. As he took off his combat helmet, his handsome and exquisite face was revealed.
Wearing a land force combat uniform, Xia Jinyuan looked fiercer and gloomier than when he wore the military suit. The moment he came in, the entire infirmary was filled with the lethality on battlefields.
Ye Jian became relieved and exhaled lightly as she learned that it was Xia Jinyuan who had entered the room.
The military surgeon was conducting debridement of the necrotic tissues of the shoulder of the wounded soldier. Without raising his head, he said to Ye Jian, "Left raking light. Prepare the one-time pulse-type debridement flusher."
Ye Jian glanced at the surgeon, immediately handing the tweezers equipped with the left raking light to him. Meanwhile, she also prepared the one-time pulse-type debridement flusher, which would immediately flush the wound to prevent anaerobic infection once the bullet was removed.
Ye Jian remained focused, whether Xia Jinyuan was present or not.
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