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"Zhengyuan! How is it you?!" Lu Baizhou's eyes instantly reddened, and he rushed over, kneeling on the ground.

"Old Lu... what are you yelling about? I'm lucky, I won't die..." Bai Zhengyuan twitched the corner of his mouth, trying to force a smile, but he gasped in pain.

Lu Baizhou looked down and saw that Bai Zhengyuan's entire right trouser leg was soaked in blood, turning it a dark reddish-black.

His right leg was pierced by an extremely deep wound from the knee to the calf, the skin and flesh were rolled up, and the flesh inside was no longer bright red, but had a strange dark purple color. The edges of the wound were red and swollen, and pale yellow pus was constantly oozing out.

The medic next to him was sweating profusely, his hands trembling as he tried to tie a tourniquet around his thigh, but the blood kept seeping out, and the white bandage that had just been wrapped instantly turned into a glaring red.

The medic's voice was extremely low, but his panic was impossible to hide: "Commander, the bleeding won't stop! I've used a tourniquet and pressed hard on the wound, but it keeps oozing blood, like something's preventing it from clotting!"

Lu Baizhou snatched the flashlight and shone it on Bai Zhengyuan's wound.

"They've been poisoned!" Lu Baizhou's heart sank, and his face turned deathly pale. These foreign militants were utterly vicious; they had actually smeared a deadly poison that prevented blood clotting on the blades of the trap!

"Medic! Stop pressing!" Lu Baizhou made a decisive move and shouted sharply, "Cut open the area around the wound a little to let the venom drain out! Then rinse it with iodine and apply a bandage tightly!"

"Yes!" The medic gritted his teeth and quickly pulled out a scalpel.

"You, go back into the cave and search it!" Lu Baizhou pointed to another soldier beside him. "See if there are any medical supplies or antidotes! Go now!"

"Yes, sir!" The soldier accepted the order and ran towards the cave like lightning.

The medic gently sliced ​​the edge of Bai Zhengyuan's wound with his scalpel, and dark purple poisonous blood gushed out instantly.

"Hiss—" Bai Zhengyuan shuddered in pain, his hands gripping the weeds on the ground tightly, his fingernails filled with mud and blood, and the veins on his forehead bulging.

A short while later, the soldier who had gone out to search returned, panting, carrying a worn wooden box: "Commander! Found it! There's some medicine inside, I don't know if it'll be useful!"

The medic quickly looked through the contents and found only basic anti-inflammatory drugs and hemostatic powder; there was no specific antidote.

The medic could only repeatedly rinse Bai Zhengyuan's horrific wound with iodine, the pungent smell of alcohol filling the air. Although the bleeding had slowed down a little, the dark red blood still hadn't completely stopped.

Bai Zhengyuan slumped onto the rock, his eyes becoming unfocused, muttering, "Old Lu... this poison is really potent. My whole leg feels numb, like it's filled with lead."

Seeing his brother like this, Lu Baizhou felt a surge of anxiety welling up inside him, but he couldn't show any weakness. He was the soul of this team, and he couldn't afford to lose his composure!

"Don't talk, save your energy!" Lu Baizhou shouted, his eyes red. "We'll take you back as soon as possible!"

The team began its return journey.

Because Bai Zhengyuan's injuries were too severe to walk on his own, the soldiers quickly made a makeshift stretcher out of the mountains using tree branches and tarpaulins, and took turns carrying him as they ran towards the outside of the mountains.

The rain was still falling, and the mountain road was extremely muddy.

Bai Zhengyuan lay on the stretcher, his body swaying gently with the bumps. His consciousness was completely blurred; he could feel the pain in his right leg intensifying in waves, as if something was gnawing at his nerves deep within the wound.

During a violent jolt, Bai Zhengyuan regained consciousness for a moment. He suddenly opened his eyes, his unfocused gaze searching the air.

"Old Lu...where is Old Lu..." He weakly raised his hand, grabbing haphazardly in the air.

Lu Baizhou, who was standing beside the stretcher, grabbed Zheng Yuan's cold, muddy arm upon seeing this: "I'm here! Zheng Yuan, I'm here!"

Bai Zhengyuan gripped Lu Baizhou's arm tightly, his voice soft, like a breeze that might dissipate at any moment:

"Old Lu...please tell Xin Xin for me...don't let her worry."

Upon hearing the name "Xin Xin," Lu Baizhou felt as if his heart had been struck by a heavy hammer, the pain almost making it hard for him to breathe.

His eyes were red, his teeth were clenched, and he roared fiercely at Bai Zhengyuan:

"Save your energy! Go back and tell her these things yourself! I'm not your mouthpiece! If you dare to die, I'll bully your sister every day when I get back!"

Bai Zhengyuan didn't speak again, his eyelids closed heavily, and he fell into a coma once more.

Looking at his deathly pale face, Lu Baizhou tightened his grip and roared at the soldiers carrying the stretcher:

"Hurry up! Keep the stretcher as steady as possible! We're not marching, we're racing against death! Quickly!!"

……

Three days later.

In front of the main gate of the General Hospital of the Military Region in Beijing.

"Squeak—!!"

With a screech of brakes, a military truck covered in mud, its original color obscured, came to an abrupt stop in front of the emergency room building.

The car door was violently pushed open before it had even come to a complete stop.

"Quick! Make way! Doctor! Doctor, come quick and save this person!"

The back door was yanked open, and four exhausted soldiers, their uniforms covered in dried mud, carrying a makeshift tarpaulin stretcher, rushed into the emergency room like madmen with red eyes.

On the stretcher, Bai Zhengyuan lay quietly, his skin appearing a sickly grayish-white.

The already deep wound had now turned completely dark purple, with its edges swollen and blackened. The oozing fluid was no longer pale yellow, but had turned into a turbid, foul-smelling dark red.

Lu Baizhou jumped down from the passenger side of the truck and strode after the stretcher.

At this moment, there was not a trace of the cold and composed pride of heaven that he usually was.

His military uniform was covered in dried mud stains, and there were mud and bloodstains everywhere. His chin was covered with messy stubble, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked completely different from the cold and composed king of soldiers he usually was.

The on-duty doctor in the emergency department was holding a patient's medical record when he saw this scene, and his expression changed instantly.

He threw away the medical record book, strode over to check the wound, and then raised his hand to examine Bai Zhengyuan's eyelids.

Lu Baizhou's voice was hoarse, trembling with suppressed anxiety. "We cleaned and bandaged him up in the border mountains, but the bleeding just wouldn't stop. He's already lost consciousness twice on the stretcher, briefly waking up a few times in between, but his mind hasn't been clear. Doctor, you must save him!"