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She came amidst flames and smoke.

It's not a metaphor.

It really was walking on flames.

Behind her, the Japanese Type 95 tank, destroyed by the Kirin tank, was still burning, billowing black smoke and flickering flames.

And she slowly walked out from the background of the flames and black smoke.

Backlit.

The morning light shone from behind her, gilding her silhouette with a hazy golden edge, as if she had descended from heaven to earth.

But when she stepped into the light in front of the trench, everyone could see what she looked like.

Not the angel in flowing white robes with wings that you might imagine.

She was a woman wearing a military uniform.

But it was a military uniform they had never seen before.

It wasn't gray-blue coarse cloth, nor was it khaki wool.

It was a well-tailored, uniquely textured dark blue training uniform, similar in color to the navy, with a matte finish under the light.

The epaulettes are simple gold olive branches encircling a star, and a small, red badge is pinned to the collar.

Her hair was black, cut very short, ear-length, revealing a defined jawline and neck.

What's most striking about her are her eyes.

It wasn't very big, but it was extremely clear, like two bottomless, cold pools, calm and still, yet seemingly able to see through everything.

She carried a silver-white metal box on her back. The surface was seamless, as if it had been cast from a single piece.

Her pace was neither hurried nor slow.

We walked past scorched earth, past pools of blood, past the scattered remains of Japanese soldiers.

His expression was calm, and his gaze was indifferent.

In the trenches, everyone was stunned.

Including the one-eyed company commander.

Including those soldiers who are still crying.

This includes the anvil, the embroiderer, and others who just arrived.

Everyone was looking at her.

Watching her walk step by step to the stretchers carrying Xiao Hubei and Yao Lin.

Stand still.

Bow down.

Looking at the two young soldiers who had already closed their eyes and were breathing almost imperceptibly.

I looked at it for three seconds.

Then, the angel crouched down.

The movements were gentle, as if handling fragile porcelain.

She first reached out and checked Xiao Hubei's carotid artery.

The finger remained still for five seconds.

Then he probed Yao Lin's intentions.

After doing all this, she raised her head, looked at the one-eyed company commander, and then at the soldiers around her who were staring at her nervously, and spoke:

"I am a military doctor from the Battlefield Emergency Medical Team of the General Hospital of the Chinese People's Liberation Army—"

She paused, then added:

Codename: Angel.

The voice remained calm, yet it stirred ripples like a pebble thrown into a stagnant pool.

"They're not dead yet."

"Now," Tian said in a statement of fact, "I will save them."

"You remain on guard around the perimeter."

The angel first crouched down beside Little Hubei, her movements precise and gentle.

She opened the silver-white medical case. The complex structure inside gleamed with a cold, bluish light in the morning glow. The instruments and medicines were arranged like the most precise parts of a clock.

She first took out a syringe.

The syringe has a peculiar shape: a transparent tube without any markings, containing a pale golden, slightly viscous liquid.

The needle is so fine that it is almost invisible.

"This is recombinant clotting factor VIIa," the angel said calmly, wiping the skin on Xiao Hubei's neck with an alcohol swab.

"He lost too much blood, and his blood clotting function has collapsed. Ordinary hemostatic drugs are ineffective."

"The human body's blood clotting process is a 'waterfall reaction,' like dominoes, requiring a series of factors to be activated in sequence. His current problem is that the first few dominoes of the 'waterfall' have already been emptied, and the bleeding cannot be stopped."

She gently placed the needle against the jugular vein of Xiao Hubei.

"This medicine directly activates the final and most important card in the 'waterfall' process. It bypasses all the damaged links before it and forcibly initiates the final clotting process."

The words fell.

Needle insertion.

The pale golden liquid was slowly pushed into the blood vessels.

After the injection was completed, the bleeding from the wound on Xiao Hubei's chest, which was still oozing blood, slowed down noticeably.

Then, the angel took out a second syringe.

This syringe is larger and contains a dark red liquid.

"This is a 'rejuvenating injection'," she continued, her hands moving non-stop. "The main ingredients are concentrated red blood cells, fresh frozen plasma, and platelets, mixed in a 1:1:1 ratio."

The needle was moved to a different position and inserted into the jugular vein on the other side of Xiao Hubei.

"In a field hospital, this is called 'damage control and recovery.' The goal is not to correct all problems at once, but to do only three things: stop the bleeding, transfuse blood, and keep the patient warm. The priority is to keep the patient alive so that they can be transferred to the rear for a more thorough surgery."

The deep red liquid was slowly poured in.

The results this time were even more astonishing.

Little Hubei's pale, almost translucent complexion visibly turned rosy.

My fingers, which were originally cold and stiff, began to warm up a little.

The amplitude of chest rise and fall increased significantly.

"He's alive..." the company commander shouted, tears welling up in his one-eyed eyes again, but this time they were tears of ecstatic joy.

"He's temporarily stable." The angel removed the needle and pressed the area with a cotton swab for a moment. "But only temporarily. He has four broken ribs, one of which pierced the lower lobe of his left lung and requires surgery to reposition and fix it."

She spoke these horrifying surgical names in a calm tone, as if saying, "I'm having rice for lunch today."

Then, she stood up.

Turning to Yao Lin:

"Get out of the way!"

Yao Shan stood beside Yao Lin, raising his head and looking at this stranger—an angel—through his teary eyes.

"My brother...he..." Yao Shan choked up and couldn't speak.

"His injuries are more severe than Xiao Hubei's, but he's not dead yet." The angel crouched down and opened the medical kit. "At least, he's not completely dead yet."

She took a small metal tube out of the medical kit.

The tube is only the size of a lipstick, with a nozzle at one end.

"Nano-repair gel." She unscrewed the cap. "It's specifically designed to treat open fractures caused by ruptured major blood vessels."

"Hold him down," the angel said to Yao Shan without looking up. "It might hurt a little—although he's unconscious, his nerve reflexes are still intact."

Yao Shan hurriedly did as he was told, using all his strength to press down on his brother's shoulder and left leg.

The angel aimed the nozzle at the ruptured blood vessel deep inside the wound.

Press.

A pale blue, semi-transparent gel-like substance was sprayed from the nozzle and covered the bleeding point.

It expands and solidifies rapidly, forming a thin, elastic film resembling biological tissue.

This thin film tightly sealed the ruptured blood vessel and adhered closely to the surrounding tissue without any gaps.

"The gel will be naturally absorbed by the body within 48 hours." The angel put away the tube. "During this time, it will continue to release hemostatic factors and anti-infective drugs. Now, the most important thing is—"

She took out a larger syringe.

The syringe contained a bright red liquid, which was darker and thicker than the "resurrection injection" used on Xiao Hubei.

"A triple therapy of cardiac stimulants, high-concentration vasoactive drugs, and broad-spectrum antibiotics."

The angel inserted the needle into Yao Lin's neck and slowly pushed the medicine in.

Almost the instant the injection was completed—

Yao Lin's body trembled violently!

It's not a spasm, it's not a convulsion.

It was that intense tremor, like the flame of life being rekindled, like being forcibly pulled back from the edge of the abyss of death.

His chest, which had stopped heaving, suddenly expanded and contracted violently, as if a drowning person had finally surfaced and was greedily taking their first breath of air!

Color began to appear on his pale face at a visible speed.

"Brother! Brother!" Yao Shan cried with joy, holding Yao Lin's hand and feeling the cold hand slowly warming up.

The angel put away the last syringe.

Then, she raised her head.

He looked at the one-eyed company commander.

"Those two won't die anytime soon."

She said, her tone returning to the calm, factual tone:

"But it's only 'temporary'."

My recommendation: Immediately perform bone reduction and wound debridement.

The angel looked at the one-eyed company commander:

"Is there a relatively clean place? I need to have surgery."

The one-eyed company commander was stunned for a few seconds.

Then, it suddenly dawned on me.

"There...there's a place!" He struggled to his feet, swaying from exhaustion, but quickly regained his balance.

"Two hundred meters south... there's a shop... a brick and stone structure..."

"It was used to hide wounded soldiers."

The angel nodded:

"lead the way."