Upon hearing that the young girl knew Captain Yang, the man quietly put away his pistol, and when he spoke, his voice was already weak and inaudible, "Little girl, run over and tell Captain Yang that the target person is alarmed."
"You will be there soon, don't talk, save some energy to see Battalion Yang and speak." Ye Jian's face was cold and cold, and the weight of the soldier's body of nearly 1.8 meters was leaning on her, and she walked. It is also stable.
Battalion Commander Yang was answering the phone. Hearing the cold voice on the phone, his expression was unprecedentedly solemn, "Well, I will send troops to search for it! As soon as there is news!"
"The target person is the number one overseas activity disc in Southern Province, please be careful!" A low male voice came from the other end of the phone, with a majestic and murderous atmosphere, "In ten minutes, I will arrive in Fujun Town! "
Ye Jian appeared at the camp sentry post, and the two soldiers on the sentry saw their expressions change.
One called to inform Captain Yang, while the other ran into the camp with the injured man on his back.
Inside, Battalion Commander Yang ran out with the military doctor and immediately laid the man flat on the stretcher gently.
"It's a gunshot wound. It's on the left shoulder. There is too much blood loss and a coma. The wound has the possibility of infection and needs to be treated with anti-inflammatory treatment immediately." When Ye Jian met Chief Yang, he immediately told the details he knew. "Chun Chun There was a problem with the Yang Hotel, and five foreign men came. One of the foreign men spoke a Hongkou accent and was injured!"
Hongkou city accent! This isn't..., Commander Yang glanced at Ye Jian deeply, and said in a deep voice, "Girl, you may need to work hard tonight."
"You go back to the dormitory first, and the military doctor will come to treat the soldier's wound."
Ye Jian stared slightly, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Yang, you only have one military doctor here? I'm afraid one is not enough. I know how to deal with a gunshot wound. Let me go together."
When this girl talked, her expression and words always made people inexplicably convincing, and Battalion Commander Yang nodded almost without thinking, "Okay, you can do it."
In the medical school for more than a year, how could Ye Jian really have better professional knowledge than a medical student
But it really can only be a strike. Fourteen-year-old Ye Jian has never been exposed to a gunshot wound, but only learned some theoretical knowledge in the army.
Anti-inflammatory drips, clean up wounds, take out the bullets and clean the wounds again... She can pass it up immediately as long as the military doctor needs anything, and even wipe the sweat of the military doctor who took the bullet with a sterile cotton cloth in time.
When Xia Jinyuan came in, he saw a slender figure standing by the operating table, like a sentinel on guard. Hearing his footsteps, he turned around with a scalpel with his back to her, his eyes cold. Look over.
"It's me, Xia Jinyuan." He spoke in a low voice, took off his combat helmet, revealing a handsome and profound face.
He was wearing army combat uniforms, without the elegance and elegance of wearing military uniforms. He walked in with a dark black atmosphere, and the whole infirmary was filled with the spirit of killing and killing like a golden horse.
Ye Jian sighed slightly, it turned out that it was him.
The military doctor is doing a thorough debridement of the inactivated tissue in the contusion area on the shoulder of the wounded. He did not lift his head to Ye Jian and said: "Left body, a one-time pulse debridement douche preparation."
Ye Jian, who only had his eyes at each other, immediately passed the left body camera to the military doctor, and prepared a disposable pulse debridement and irrigator. After the warhead was removed, he immediately washed the wound in order to prevent anaerobic infection. .
As for Xia Jinyuan's presence or absence, it didn't affect Ye Jian.