The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

The helicopter landing pad at the General Hospital of the Military Region, which has been cleared out.

The red light spins, and the alarm sounds continuously.

Six enormous searchlights illuminated the tarmac as bright as day, their intense light piercing the night sky.

White coats fluttered in the strong wind—the hospital director, three vice directors, twelve top surgical experts, and thirty senior nurses stood in formation at the edge of the tarmac, like soldiers awaiting the bugle call to charge.

Behind them—

Four multi-functional emergency beds were lined up in a row, their monitor screens flashing.

The operating light has been adjusted to the correct angle.

All blood plasma from the blood bank is kept in a constant temperature incubator for future use.

The portable extracorporeal circulation machine is in standby mode.

All equipment is ready for use after opening.

All medications and dosages are prepared.

The dean took a deep breath and looked up at the night sky—

coming!

Four armed transport helicopters, in an arrowhead formation, tore through the clouds and swooped down!

The roar of the rotors was like the howl of a giant beast, and the airflow swirled the dust on the ground into vortexes, making everyone's white coats flutter in the wind!

The lead helicopter's cabin door was not yet fully open.

One figure was already carrying another, bending down and stepping out of the cabin!

Zeng Linglong.

He was covered in blood, his suit was torn, but his arms around Yan Rugo were as steady as steel.

The moment I stepped out of the hatch—

The bright light illuminated his pale face, and sweat mixed with blood dripped down his chin.

It also illuminated his embrace—

Yan Ruge's face was bloodless, her eyes were tightly closed, her clothes on her back were soaked with blood, and... the silver needle that was still stuck in her "philtrum" acupoint was trembling slightly in the wind.

"quick--!!!"

A woman's voice rang out!

Zeng Linglong's aunt, Zeng Ting, the vice president of the General Hospital of the Military Region, was at the forefront!

Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice was hoarse with urgency.

"Receive the patient! Put them on ICU! Prepare the operating room! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

The medical team surged forward like a tidal wave!

Three hospital beds were simultaneously pushed in front of Zeng Linglong, and two male doctors reached out to take them—

"I'll do it."

Zeng Linglong's voice was hoarse, but it left no room for argument.

He personally laid Yan Rugo gently on the middle hospital bed, his movements as tender as if he were handling fragile glass.

The nurse immediately put the oxygen mask over Yan Rugo's mouth and nose, and attached the monitor electrodes—

"Beep beep beep beep—!!"

Heart rate: 42 beats/min, weak and irregular.

Blood pressure: 70/40 mmHg, endangered.

Blood oxygen saturation: 88%, continuing to decline.

"Deep shock! Cardiac tamponade suspected! Prepare for emergency!" A white-haired expert quickly assessed the situation.

The hospital bed wheels are rolling!

And at this moment—

"Bang bang bang bang——!!"

Eleven members of the Dragon Return Squad jumped out of the helicopter cabin and landed heavily on the ground!

They had magazines hanging from their tactical vests and their faces painted.

Eleven people, like eleven moving black walls, instantly surrounded the hospital bed!

Circular Guardian Formation – Reactivated!

The sound of guns being cocked was perfectly synchronized!

Eleven pairs of eyes, like eleven drawn swords, scanned all directions!

The killing intent was palpable!

The fingers of the young nurses pushing the hospital bed trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards—

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Heavy, orderly footsteps came from behind!

More than 100 training team members, fully armed, jumped down from three other helicopters!

Under the command of the mountain eagle, they scattered instantly like a well-trained wolf pack!

A guard every five steps, a sentry every ten steps!

The corridor entrance, elevator lobby, stairwell, ventilation ducts, and the view outside the window—all possible points of infiltration were blocked by the dark muzzles of guns!

These warriors, who have just undergone the trials of hell, have eyes as sharp as eagles and bodies as upright as pine trees.

Their gun muzzles were slightly lowered, but their index fingers were always pressed against the trigger guard—ready to raise the gun and fire at any moment.

That will forged through life and death, combined with a fervent reverence for the head instructor, exuded an aura of power—

The sight startled some hospitalized patients and their families who were peeking out from a distance, causing them to turn pale and quickly retreat back into their rooms, closing the doors tightly.

From the entire tarmac to the emergency access route—

It formed a mobile fortress constructed of steel, killing intent, and willpower.

The hospital bed began to move.

The wheels rolled on the ground, making a rapid "click" sound.

Ahead—

The eleven members of the Dragon Return Squad led the way.

Their steps were synchronized, like precise machinery, always maintaining a ten-meter clear distance in front of the hospital bed—anyone who appeared within this range would be driven back by their cold gaze.

Both sides and the rear—

The training team members advanced simultaneously, forming a three-tiered security perimeter.

The hospital's internal security had already received top-level instructions and was now fully mobilized.

"Clear the corridor in Area B!"

"Elevators 3 and 5 are locked down; the dedicated elevator is now in use!"

"All non-emergency personnel, please make way!"

The commands over the walkie-talkie were short and stern.

At the corner of the corridor, two security guards forcefully pushed aside a medical cart blocking their way.

At the elevator door, the security chief personally pressed the open button and nodded to the Longhui team.

The lights shone brightly, like a lighthouse paving the way for life.

In this "green channel" that was forcibly cleared out—

The only sound was the rolling of the hospital bed wheels.

Only the monitor kept beeping.

Only the heavy echo of hundreds of military boots pounding the ground could be heard.

as well as……

Zeng Linglong remained by the bedside throughout.

His left hand rested gently on Yan Ruge's right hand.

I could feel the cool temperature of her skin with my fingertips.

His eyes remained fixed on her face.

Watching the slight trembling of her eyelashes.

Watching the thin mist appear and disappear on the oxygen mask each time.

Third floor, cardiothoracic surgery area.

Above the heavy automatic door, a red "In Surgery" light is already on.

The hospital bed was pushed to the door.

Medical staff prepare to connect the operating room to the transfer bed.

Just then—

Zeng Linglong stopped in his tracks.

He raised his hand.

A simple gesture.

"stand at attention--!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a steel nail driven into a wall.

"Whoosh—!"

Eleven members of Longhui stood at attention in unison!

At the rear, all the training team members simultaneously stood heel to heel!

Zeng Linglong slowly turned around.

He faced the attending specialists who were about to enter the operating room—three elderly men with white hair and two middle-aged key personnel.

His body swayed slightly from blood loss and exhaustion.

But his spine remained perfectly straight.

He raised his right hand—

Bring your five fingers together, with the fingertips touching your temples.

A standard, heavy, and seemingly forceful military salute.

Behind him—

All eleven members of the Dragon Return Society raised their hands in salute!

The other trainees raised their hands in salute at the same time!

All the military salutes were raised like a steel forest!

No words were spoken.

Only their eyes.

In Zeng Linglong's eyes was a bottomless plea, a heart-wrenching pain, and a gaze that almost burst from his eyes—"Save her."

The experts were stunned.

They have seen countless family members kneeling and begging, weeping bitterly, and hysterical.

But I've never seen it before—

So silent, so solemn, so... the soldier's request came like a mountain, like the sea.

The white-haired surgeon adjusted his glasses.

He looked at Zeng Linglong's pale face, at his still bleeding wounds, and at the almost shattered light in his eyes.

Then he looked behind him—

Those soldiers, covered in gunpowder and still exuding a murderous aura, bowed to them with the highest respect at this moment.

The old expert took a deep breath.

He didn't say anything.

He simply nodded solemnly.

The other experts also nodded solemnly.

Then he turned around, pushed the hospital bed, and rushed into the operating room.

The automatic door closes.

The red light indicating "In Surgery" was glaringly bright.

The military salute was lowered.

Zeng Linglong's body swayed slightly.

Tie Zhu immediately stepped forward, but Zeng Linglong raised his hand to stop him.

He slowly turned around and looked at the closed door of the operating room.

The unwavering resolve in his eyes finally cracked—it was a look of utter exhaustion and fear.

I haven't slept for four days and four nights.

The alcohol was not completely metabolized.

A high-intensity life-or-death struggle.

Gunshot wounds to both knees and left arm, with blood loss of at least 800 ml.

He is a human being.

Even war machines forged of steel have reached their limits.

His face was so pale it was almost transparent, his lips were dry and purplish from blood loss, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his body was trembling slightly uncontrollably.

But he remained standing.

"Little Dragon!"

Zeng Ting rushed over and grabbed his arm, her hand touching something warm and wet—it was blood.

"Come with me quickly to treat your wound! Blood transfusion! Stitching! You can't collapse here!" Zeng Ting's voice was choked with sobs.

Zeng Linglong shook his head slightly.

He turned to Zeng Ting, trying to force a reassuring smile, but it only aggravated his dry, cracked wounds.

"Auntie... I'm fine."

His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper.

"When Ru Ge took the bullet for me... she didn't say 'anything'."

He looked at the operating room, his eyes resolute:

"I'll wait here."

"Wait for her to come out."

"To see her with my own eyes... wait for her to come out."

"you--!"

Zeng Ting still wanted to persuade her.

At the end of the corridor, hurried footsteps could be heard.

Grandpa Zeng, leaning on his cane and supported by his guard, walked briskly over.

Old Master Yan Fushan's face was ashen, his eyes were icy, and every step he took was heavy.

General Liu and General Zhang followed closely behind, their faces grim.

Next is—

He Jing's legs went weak the moment she saw her son, and she almost fell over, but Zeng Lingyu held her up tightly.

Her gaze fell on Zeng Linglong's blood-stained body, tattered clothes, and pale face—

"Xiaolong...my son..."

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she covered her mouth, sobbing uncontrollably.

Yan Chonghua and Liu Sitong—Yan Ruge's parents rushed over. Liu Sitong saw the red light in the operating room, her vision went black, and she was tightly embraced by her husband.

Teng Ao, Yan Hai, Su Manqi, Li Lunjie... all their relatives and friends arrived.

The long corridor was instantly filled with grief and anxiety.

Zeng Ting looked at her father with red eyes: "Dad! Xiao Jing! You must persuade Xiao Long! He's lost too much blood, his wounds need immediate treatment! But he insists on staying here..."

Grandpa Zeng walked up to his grandson.

The old man reached out, his hand trembling, and gently touched Zeng Linglong's bloodied cheek.

His lips trembled, and his eyes were filled with a pain that was a mixture of heartache and anger.

But what he said when he opened his mouth was:

"Ting'er... listen to your nephew."

"Get treatment here."

Zeng Ting was stunned.

Zeng Linglong looked at his grandfather, his eyes suddenly reddening.

He Jing rushed over, wanting to hug her son, but afraid of hurting his wound, her hand hovered in mid-air, tears streaming down her face.

"Xiaolong... let the doctor treat you... Mom begs you..."

Zeng Linglong held his mother's hand, his voice gentle but weary:

"Mom, I'm fine."

"This injury... is really nothing."

He looked at Zeng Ting, his eyes earnest yet resolute:

"Auntie, please have the medical staff... come over."

"Right here."