After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

"Bang!"

The muffled roar of a sniper rifle in the distance tore through the wind and snow. The second mercenary's skull was blown off, and he fell straight down into a snowdrift.

The world is finally quiet.

Shi Tou felt incredibly light, like the willow catkins he'd seen at the entrance of the alley in the northern part of the city that day, drifting aimlessly, his feet unable to find solid ground. The burning pain in his stomach had gone numb, replaced by a chill that seeped into his very bones.

It's so cold, like walking barefoot on ice in the dead of winter.

His vision began to blur, and the figures in military uniforms rushing towards him became blurry double images. Someone was shouting, a voice as loud as thunder, making his eardrums ring.

"Medic! Stretcher! Where the hell are you?! Get the hell over here right now!"

That must be one of the high-ranking officers from the Blue Team, right? He sounds fierce, but he's not a bad person at heart.

Shi Tou tugged at the stiff corners of his mouth, trying to smile, but only managed to stir up the bloody foam at the corners of his mouth.

He didn't embarrass Gu Zheng.

It wasn't for nothing that I ate Sister Ye Zhen's bowl of beef noodles with double the amount of meat.

That noodle soup smelled so good...

Stone's fingers unconsciously gripped the snow beneath him, as if trying to grasp a bowl of hot noodle soup, but in the end, he only grabbed a handful of biting cold wind.

Darkness surged up like a tide, completely engulfing us.

……

"Gently! You bunch of brats, are your hands claws? Lift them gently!"

Li Yunlong's eyes were bloodshot, like a crazed old lion protecting its cubs, and he spat all over the medic's face.

He saw it clearly.

The "soldier" on the stretcher, covered in blood and with a face as pale as paper, looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. His face still had a childish look, but the fierceness he possessed was something only a true soldier could have.

To save Li Yunlong's old life, this boy sacrificed his own life to fill the wolf's mouth.

"Commander, the exercise is still ongoing. Why are we making such a commotion..." The chief of staff next to him whispered a reminder as he looked at the soldiers who had gathered around.

"What a load of rubbish about Xi Jinping!"

Li Yunlong slammed the hat he was holding down and stomped on it. "Notify the general command that the Blue Army surrenders! Turn on all channels! Where's the helicopter? Have the logistics department bring that helicopter over right now! If this kid dies, I'll kill them all!"

"Chirp—smack!"

Three red signal flares, accompanied by piercing whistles, ripped through the dark night sky of Wild Wolf Valley.

This is a signal that the exercise is over.

It's the highest level of emergency response request—a battlefield first aid request!

……

North China Field Army Hospital.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of Lysol and a strong metallic odor. The operating lights shone a blinding white, making one dizzy.

The surgeon in charge was Director Wang of the field hospital. Sweat was streaming down his sterile cap, as if he had just been caught in a rain, and even his goggles were fogged up.

He stared intently at the X-ray on the wall, the hemostat he was holding trembling slightly.

"This surgery...can't be done." Dean Wang's voice was dry, as if he were chewing sand.

"What do you mean you can't do it? Are you even a doctor? What the hell are you doing wearing that uniform?"

Li Yunlong still smelled of gunpowder and was covered in mud. His menacing aura made the nurses tremble, and their trays rattled.

Dean Wang removed his mask, pointing desperately at the X-ray, his voice trembling: "Sir, look here. The bullet was a dumdum bullet; it exploded inside the abdominal cavity, forming barbs. But that's not the worst part; the worst part is that the bullet is lodged right at a branch point of the abdominal aorta."

He swallowed hard and gestured a distance about the size of a little fingernail: "Less than two millimeters from the aorta. And the barbs are already caught on the blood vessel wall. With the slightest movement, the aorta will rupture. That's the amount of bleeding like a high-pressure water jet; a person will be dead in seconds, not even a miracle could stop it."

"Whoever moves is the murderer."

Li Yunlong was stunned.

Although he didn't understand medicine, he knew what a dead end was. On the battlefield, this was a certain death trap.

"Then... watch him die?" Li Yunlong's voice trembled. This iron-willed man, who wouldn't even flinch on the battlefield, now had tears welling up in his eyes as he looked at the young face on the stretcher.

The operating room was deathly silent.

Only the monitor emitted a monotonous and rapid "beep beep" sound, each beep sounding like death knocking on the door.

"Get out of the way."

A cold, deep voice, like the wind and snow outside, suddenly crashed in through the doorway.

Everyone turned around.

Gu Zheng was dressed in camouflage combat gear, his left arm wrapped in bandages, and his whole body was soaked through with sweat, snow, and blood. There were also several bloody scratches on his face from tree branches. He looked like a battle sword that had just been quenched in icy water and was not yet sheathed.

It exudes a menacing aura.

He strode into the operating room, his military boots clattering heavily on the floor. His gaze swept over the crowd, settling fixedly on that pale face.

In that instant, something shattered in Gu Zheng's eyes, which were always cold and hard as iron, as if they could withstand the collapse of the sky.

It's a stone.

She was the wild child he would grab by the collar and throw into the bathhouse to scrub her feet, the one who would run five kilometers with him every morning at five o'clock with weights, and the one who would only chuckle and say "I want a home" when he scolded her.

He once said, "A family member doesn't support idlers."

But this kid is a soldier from his family. He's his younger brother.

"Gu Zheng, this child..." Li Yunlong wanted to pull him up, but pulled his hand back halfway.

Gu Zheng ignored him and walked to the operating table, reaching out to touch the stone's cold forehead. The boy's breathing was so faint, as if it might break at any moment.

"Dean Wang," Gu Zheng's voice was terrifyingly calm, yet it sent chills down one's spine, "stabilize his vital signs. As long as he has a breath left, someone can perform the surgery."

Dean Wang was taken aback, then shook his head with a wry smile: "Captain Gu, this position... I'm afraid no one in the country would dare to accept it..."

"have."

Gu Zheng interrupted him, his tone resolute.

He turned around, strode to the red secure phone in the corner, and grabbed the receiver.

My fingers flew across the keys, my knuckles turning white from the force.

"Connect to the Gu family study in Compound No. 1 of the Beicheng Military Region. Urgent request. Transfer needs to be expedited!"

The wait of a dozen seconds felt like an eternity.

The phone is on.

"Feed?"

Ye Zhen's voice came through the receiver. It was clear, calm, and carried a hint of sleepiness, like a clear spring in the winter night, instantly extinguishing the anxiety in Gu Zheng's heart.

Gu Zheng took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the sob surging in his throat, his voice hoarse:

"Honey, it's me. Something happened to Shi Tou."

Gu Zheng didn't waste any words; every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, as precise as his battlefield reporting: "Shot in the abdomen, dumdum bullet, lodged in the abdominal aorta. The doctors here dare not move."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Immediately following was a crisp sound of porcelain shattering.

"Snapped!"

"Send someone to pick me up, right away."

There were no cries, no questions, not even a single extra word.

This one sentence alone carries an undeniable and powerful aura.

"it is good."

Gu Zheng hung up the phone, turned to look at the room full of helpless military doctors, his eyes sharp as knives, his voice making the operating room glass vibrate:

"Did you all hear that? Keep him alive!"