The truck was crazily strafed by machine gun fire and was too badly damaged to be repaired in a short time. They finally dismantled and pieced together the jeep to repair it. Tu Sen arranged for a member of the No. 9 Special Forces to drive the official in charge of the transaction, the seriously injured Zheng Rong, and another wounded man with a gunshot wound in the leg to the hospital first.

The remaining people waited for the garrison to come and hand over the battlefield.

Two hours later, after the handover, Song Yun and Tu Sen took their respective team members and left the scene in the garrison truck.

After arriving at Licheng, Song Yun and Tu Sen took their slightly injured team members to the hospital for serious disinfection and bandaging. A few who needed stitches had their bandages removed and stitched up.

Song Yun and Tu Sen looked at Zheng Rong, who was still in the operating room. Zhou Bing was guarding outside the operating room. Seeing Song Yun and Tu Sen coming over, he forced a smile and said, "Captain, Captain Song, you're here."

Tu Sen asked, "How is Zheng Rong?"

Zhou Bing said, "When he was brought in, the doctor said that although the injuries were serious, they were being treated very well. As long as the subsequent surgery goes smoothly, there will be no problem."

Tu Sen nodded. At this time, the lights in the operating room went out, and the three of them turned their heads to look at the door of the operating room.

A minute later, the door of the operating room opened and two nurses pushed the still unconscious Zheng Rong out, followed closely by the doctor.

Seeing Tu Sen and the others, the doctor took the initiative to step forward and said, "The operation went smoothly and the patient has passed the critical period."

Tu Sen breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the doctor.

The doctor's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Excuse me, who was the doctor who performed the emergency surgery on the patient?"

Tu Sen glanced at Song Yun and asked, "What's the matter?"

The doctor quickly explained, "Well, I'd like to ask how this doctor was able to perform emergency surgery in such a critical situation. As far as I know, a wound of this severity wouldn't be able to stop the bleeding with standard hemostatic techniques. If this happened in the wild, the patient would have died in half an hour at most, and there would have been no time to rush them to the hospital."

Tu Sen didn't know whether Song Yun was willing to discuss this kind of issue with others, so he didn't answer the doctor immediately. Instead, he asked Song Yun with his eyes.

Song Yun smiled and said, "I performed the surgery. I used to be a military doctor in Sichuan Province."

The doctor was surprised. He hadn't expected the other person to be such a young girl. "You're the doctor? Then could you tell me how to stop the bleeding in an emergency?"

Song Yun said, "It's not inconvenient at all. I use acupuncture needles from traditional Chinese medicine to seal the acupoints."

The doctor was surprised and asked hurriedly, "Do all people who understand Chinese medicine know how to use this kind of acupuncture to seal the acupoints?" If so, then in the future, when encountering such difficult cases, finding a Chinese medicine practitioner to help stop the bleeding will greatly increase the efficiency of the operation.

Song Yun shook her head, "Probably not much."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over my head.

Yes, how could any Chinese medicine practitioner know such a powerful acupuncture technique? As far as he knew, some Chinese medicine practitioners couldn't even perform ordinary acupuncture properly.

After a brief conversation, the doctor said goodbye and left.

After Song Yun confirmed that Zheng Rong's condition was indeed as the doctor said, she also left the inpatient department and went to the emergency room. Her colleagues were all there.