The medical team retreated to the advance garrison to build a battlefield rescue station with the equipment and medicines stored in the garrison warehouse to treat wounded government troops who were constantly sent out of the city.

"Scalpel!"

"Push opener!"

In the translucent field operating room built with a frosted plastic tent, Dr. Zhao, the principal of the surgery, constantly directed the surgical nurse to get various professional equipment to rescue Jiang Yunfeng, who was seriously injured on the operating table.

Doctor Zhao, who opened his chest to check the injury, couldn't help but sigh. The bullet was originally flying towards his heart, but first hit a coin in Jiang Yunfeng's pocket and deflected. He consumed most of the kinetic energy and then stayed in the left lung lobe. The coin that deflected the bullet was smashed halfway, and debris were also shot into the body and embedded in the lungs.

There is no CT, no B-ultrasound, no MRI. There are so many small pieces of half the coin breaking into, and how many of these small pieces enter the left lung lobe. Doctor Zhao has no way of knowing all this, but he must undergo surgery immediately, otherwise Jiang Yunfeng will not last long. The young man who brought his hometown flavor to him yesterday will stop his heartbeat in front of him.

"Electric knife, tissue forceps! Blood transfusion stabilizes the patient's blood pressure and oxygen saturation!"

Whether out of the dignity of a doctor who saves death and helps the wounded or the friendship of his compatriots, Dr. Zhao cannot tolerate allowing the patient to die in front of him and do nothing. Even without the support of medical images, Dr. Zhao will have to fight with the god of death with his many years of experience and rob the young life back!

Erina Nakiri brought a chair and sat alone outside the operating room, staring at the blurry but busy figure in the operating room. Compared with the crowded stations, she seemed out of place.

"Miss Nakiri, let's go wash and change into clean clothes first." Fu Hua, who quietly appeared beside Erina Nakiri, looked at her originally clean blue and white hospital uniform and was stained with a large number of dry and black blood stains. These blood stains were obviously from Jiang Yunfeng who is now lying on the operating table.

"I want to guard him here." Erina Nakiri refused stubbornly.

"Does Miss Nakiri want to welcome Jiang Yunfeng who escapes from danger with such dirty appearance now?"

Nakirina shook, looked down at her clothes with a strong bloody smell on her body, gritting her teeth or getting up to follow Fu Hua to the bathroom at the station.

Jiang Yunfeng's trauma in the operating room looked very serious. After going deeper, Dr. Zhao found that it was far less serious than the appearance. The final conclusion determined that Jiang Yunfeng was lucky. The nickel alloy coins consumed the bullet kinetic energy, causing the bullet to stay in the part where the left lung lobe was not deep. The coins fragments brought into the wound were also distributed very concentratedly. Unfortunately, fortunately, the organ function of the left lung lobe was basically not damaged.

With a light sound, the deformed bullet was taken out by foreign matter clamps. Dr. Zhao, who breathed a sigh of relief, then began to take out the tiny coins fragments. The fragments removed soon replenished the gap made by the bullets on the coins. Dr. Zhao retreated aside and asked the first assistant to evacuate Jiang Yunfeng's equipment and suture the wound. Dr. Zhao, who had been busy all morning, collapsed on the ground and gasped.

News of Jiang Yunfeng's rescue spread throughout the residence, and all Chinese compatriots hugged each other to celebrate. This was the first good news they received on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

It was already the morning of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year. Many things happened during the three days of his coma. First, the combat commander who was the loser defending the central provincial capital was killed by the rebels' raiding command. Captain Thomas, who was originally left in the northern suburbs of the city, was immediately promoted to major to take over the command of the battlefield. After surveying the scene, the rebels suddenly became an only offensive in the past few days. He judged that this was not an ordinary raid, but a well-planned beheading operation.

The conclusion was that the rebels replaced the battlefield commander, and the new opponent was not a fuel-saving lamp. So Major Thomas immediately adjusted the defense line's troops layout and weapon ratio, and a tentative counterattack was still pushed back. However, in the opponent's tactics, Major Thomas accurately guessed that the newly appointed rebel commander was a colleague who had studied in the Central University School like him.

As expected, both sides used tactical skills learned from Chinese teachers to fight back and forth for several rounds, and no one could do anything to each other, so they both started to disintegrate the morale of each other. As the saying goes, "The army attacks the plan, and the army will be defeated without fighting." The first person to attack was the rebel commander, and this guy sent the video directly to Major Thomas, who took the station as the command center.

An active Ivian Defense Forces major and a former government officer blamed each other in Chinese on Ivia's territory. The picture was so funny. The idiom used by the rebel commander combined with the black rap talent, and various elegant words popped up casually without repetition. Major Thomas, accused of forgetting his ancestors as an African-American black man, actually helped the evil and helped the Arab-controlled government. It should be back that the Han Mama immediately led his troops to revolt and joined the Northern Expedition to overthrow this unspeakable government, and built Ivia into a truly equal country, and a dark-skinned imperial capital Kanye.

Major Thomas did not show any weakness and fought back in the same way. He condemned the other party for violating the loyal oath of joining the army as a national flag and military emblem, and for his own selfish interests, he failed the country's cultivation and the people's expectations. Hearing that the other party had a Kyo-movie accent in Chinese, he questioned with a bad expression, "Who are you from?!!"

The rebel commander was stunned at first, and then he replied proudly, "I am from the National Defense University!"
Chapter completed!