An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 299 ☆A Struggle for Life (Part 1) ☆

In another dark corner of the mountains and forests, Deputy Platoon Leader Zhou was exchanging orders with the other side.

Chu Yao moved slowly to Meng Youyou's side, checking her head injury as she gently asked, "Has the discomfort worsened? Have any new symptoms appeared?"

Meng Youyou drooped her eyelids and shook her head listlessly: "I've been feeling a bit dizzy and sleepy, but I haven't felt any signs of it getting worse."

Just then, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from a certain direction deep in the forest. It was neither too far nor too close, but it was extremely loud.

Meng Youyou looked in the direction everyone was looking, and even though she was completely unfamiliar with the mountain paths, she recognized that it was the direction Huo Qingshan and his men had just followed.

A few meters away, people seemed to be whispering. It sounded like the deputy platoon leader's voice: "Platoon Leader Huo only brought two people. I'm afraid they might not be able to handle it."

...

Huo Qingshan moved stealthily and quickly around to the flank of the firefight zone like a ghost, and shot the technician next to the mule with a single shot.

Before the gunshots had even subsided, he dashed forward, his target the metal box on the horse's back from which thick white smoke was billowing out.

The container had long been deformed by the high temperature of the thermite, with its edges curled and blackened, and a dark red, molten iron-like color showing through the gaps.

As soon as he got close, Huo Qingshan swung his rifle butt and smashed the box latch. The moment the box lid popped open, a wave of heat mixed with molten metal sparks rushed towards him!

He consciously turned his head to dodge, and even through his thick combat gloves, he could still feel the scorching heat emanating from the box. Inside the box, several nearby projectiles were visibly twisting and melting, with parts of their outer shells beginning to liquefy.

Time was of the essence! Without hesitation, Huo Qingshan sidestepped, used his leg to kick the scorching box off the mule's back!

The box slammed heavily into the mud, the red-hot projectile and the still-reacting thermite scattering and rolling on the ground, sizzling as they burned.

Huo Qingshan spotted one of the least damaged shells at a glance. Taking advantage of the momentum of his sidestep, he swiftly flicked the shell with the tip of his boot, sending it flying through the air in a short arc before crashing into a mud puddle two meters away.

"laugh--!"

The moment the shell plunged into the muddy water, a violent vaporization sound exploded, and thick white mist rose into the air. The muddy water boiled and vaporized instantly under the extremely high temperature, and in the next instant, it condensed into a layer of mud on the surface of the shell.

The white mist had barely peeked out for half a second when Huo Qingshan's ears twitched slightly. A bullet whistled through the rain and was rapidly approaching!

Without a moment's delay, he lunged forward using the momentum of his shovel-like motion, executing a sharp forward roll to narrowly avoid the mud puddle, landing precisely at the edge of the muddy spot and splashing up a cloud of hot mud and water.

The man immediately knelt on one knee, his movements fluid and precise as he aimed his gun, the muzzle pointing directly at the source of the bullet. However, just as he was about to pull the trigger, his right wrist, holding the gun, suddenly spasmed!
"Bang!" The bullet was fired rashly, just barely grazing the opponent's forehead before disappearing into the jungle.

This fatal mistake gave the enemy an opening. A second bullet came from the front, accurately hitting Huo Qingshan's right shoulder blade, drawing a trail of blood.

A sharp pain shot through him, but Huo Qingshan's body only swayed slightly before he regained his balance. His left hand supported his right wrist, suppressing the trembling of the gun, and relying on his honed muscle memory, he pulled the trigger—"Bang!"

This time, the bullet struck the enemy right between the eyebrows, and the Y soldier fell straight down.

Without pausing, Huo Qingshan scooped up the still slightly hissing bullet from the mud puddle, held it close to his chest, lowered his body, and quickly retreated behind the nearest thick tree trunk in a few leaps.

A hail of bullets followed, striking tree trunks and muddy ground, splattering wood chips and mud.

...

A few minutes later, the deputy platoon leader arrived with reinforcements, and the battlefield situation was reversed in an instant. The Y army put up a stubborn resistance but was soon annihilated.

With the smoke of battle still lingering, the moment the fighting subsided, Bald Dove rushed toward the frightened mule. The overturned crate was burned to ashes, and a pile of unrecognizable, twisted, charred remains lay scattered on the ground around it, with pungent white smoke still rising.

Just then, Old Cat's exclamation came from the side, "Platoon leader! Platoon leader!" and everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Huo Qingshan leaned against a tree trunk, his face drained of color. The shells in his arms were covered in mud but were mostly intact. Blood from his shoulder had soaked through his clothes, flowing down his arm to his palm. He slowly slid to the ground.

…The C4 garrison point was hidden at the end of a narrow field communication trench. There was no dedicated first aid room, so they could only temporarily set aside a niche to store miscellaneous items.

A few dim beams of flashlight beams were held overhead, shining obliquely and making the clutter in the corner appear cold and hard. The conditions were simple and crude.

The man, who had lost consciousness due to blood loss, was laid flat on the ground, with a damp, rotten wooden plank underneath him.

Chu Yao calmly placed the scissors near the bullet hole, and with a "rip," deftly cut open the blood-stained fabric of the man's military uniform. The sight revealed beneath the clothing caused her pupils to dizzy with shock.

The girl next to her was trying her best to steady her trembling hands as she squatted in the corner organizing first-aid supplies, occasionally glancing over.

How could there be so many bullet holes on his body? The fine, mottled old scars and dark bullet marks are layered on top of each other, covering every piece of skin... When did this happen?
There was no time for her to overthink; Chu Yao's calm voice cut through her chaotic thoughts: "Yunnan Baiyao."

Meng Youyou was startled and immediately reached out to hand over a jar of powder.

"Thick gauze pad." Chu Yao's voice was quick and urgent, and she added the instruction almost at the same time: "No, take two layers and stack them together."

“Oh,” Meng Youyou nodded repeatedly, her face pale and lifeless. Although she wasn’t making any mistakes in her work, her brain was completely unaware of what she was doing.

Chu Yao methodically sprinkled hemostatic powder on the bullet wound, covered it with a thick gauze, and pressed down with all her might with her palms overlapping.

Based on her experience, she judged that the bullet that pierced the man's right shoulder did not directly tear the main artery in the shoulder. Under normal circumstances, this type of wound can be effectively controlled by applying strong pressure to stop the bleeding in the vast majority of cases.

But Chu Yao had a lingering unease in her heart—this worry took root the moment she saw the unusual amount of bleeding on Huo Qingshan's body, and it continued to grow and intensify when she cut open his clothes to reveal the dense, strange old scars.

She reached her peak the moment when the warm, sticky blood soaked through the thick gauze under her palm and flowed between her fingers.

Chu Yao made a decisive decision, abandoning the conventional method of applying pressure to stop the bleeding, and said, "Prepare for surgery!"

After the words left her mouth, Chu Yao heard a mechanical female voice repeating several times: "Prepare for surgery! Prepare for surgery! Prepare for surgery..." accompanied by the chaotic sound of instruments clattering in the tray.

These sounds were not made by her.

The surgical instruments were quickly delivered to her. Chu Yao looked at the pair of slender fingers trembling like a sieve in front of her, and her throat suddenly felt a little choked up. She silently took the cold metal instruments.

The wound on the man was not actually large, and the suturing was completed in less than five minutes. Chu Yao's movements were steady and smooth.

But this was far from smooth sailing.

Chu Yao had just finished tying the knot when she saw bright red blood seeping out from the needle hole and the gap in the suture. The entire tied wound was bleeding evenly, silently, yet continuously.

"Why can't it stop? Chu Yao, he's bleeding so much! Why can't it stop?" Meng Youyou's knees buckled, and she knelt down and crawled over, her voice shrill and distorted.

"Chu Yao, please save him, please save him!"

"He's in great physical condition! Once, we were swept into the river together. When we got ashore, he was covered in injuries and had lost a lot of blood, but he recovered the next day. He'll be fine!"

Chu Yao did not answer. She just stared blankly at the stitches on the wound, the fresh blood flowing out uncontrollably, dripping onto the wooden board and pooling together to form a continuously expanding circular pool of blood.

This is so weird!

However, everything before her reminded her that all her previous efforts had been in vain, and she had done all she could; all that remained was to accept her fate.

Seeing that she remained unmoved, the girl beside her finally couldn't bear it any longer. Letting her emotions shatter her reason, Meng Youyou stopped forcing herself to be patient, calm, and strong. Perhaps this forced self-suppression had reached its limit and was no longer effective. She finally began to cry, pleading desperately, "Chu Yao, I beg you! Please save him!"

"Please, please save him! I'm begging you!"

Meng Youyou grabbed her arm tightly, as if desperately grasping at the last piece of driftwood.