Chapter 53 Her suicide squad made the top surgeon bow down!
The western suburbs airport was shrouded in darkness late at night, illuminated by searchlights.
The tarmac was bathed in a stark white light.
A massive military transport plane, like a steel mountain, lay prone on the runway, silently waiting to devour its passengers.
The propeller is stationary.
The air was thick with the acrid smell of aviation fuel, mixed with a silent, extremely tense atmosphere.
The soldiers, dressed in dark green training uniforms, stomped their boots on the ground with a rhythmic, suppressed thud.
They methodically loaded boxes of medical supplies marked with red crosses and heavy military equipment into the cabin.
There was not a single idle chatter, not a single farewell.
There were only cold commands and the metallic clanging of machinery.
Lu Zhenguo, Lu Zhanjun, Old Master Yan, General Chen...
These names, whose mere stomp could shake the capital, were now wrapped in heavy military overcoats, standing silently in the biting wind, their facial features even more hardened than the planes behind them.
Su Wanqing was the last to arrive.
She didn't bring anything with her.
There was only a worn-out canvas medical kit containing her gold needles and the map of the ghost market.
Her thin clothes made her look particularly thin in the cold wind, but her eyes had a sharpness and determination that could pierce through the light.
"Wanqing."
Lu Zhenguo came forward, his Adam's apple bobbing, the words he wanted to say stuck in his chest, and in the end he could only squeeze her arm even tighter.
Su Wanqing understood the worry in his eyes, and her voice was clear and firm.
"Grandpa, don't worry."
“I will take him home.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a division commander in charge of logistics walked over quickly, saluted Lu Zhenguo, but glanced at Su Wanqing with a troubled look in his eyes.
"Sir, Miss Su... The situation in the target area for this mission is unclear, and the enemy's methods are unpredictable. You're going alone, I'm afraid..."
His voice sounded particularly abrupt in the absolute silence.
“We have assembled a top-notch surgical medical team that is ready to depart at any time. What do you think about having them assist us…”
His subtext was clear.
Sending a young woman in her early twenties to lead a rescue operation that involves the life and death of elite special forces is against the rules and a huge gamble.
The battlefield is not a medical clinic.
"Sending a regular medical team in is just sending them to their deaths."
Su Wanqing cut him off abruptly, without even waiting for Lu Zhenguo to respond.
Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like an ice needle, precisely piercing the eardrums of everyone present.
"I'll say it again, our enemy attacks not the body, but the mind."
Her cold gaze swept over the group of high-ranking military officials, her words clear and distinct.
"A warrior controlled by it will attack any living thing around him, including his comrades. What can a conventional surgeon do in this situation besides sedatives and physical restraints?"
"When the tranquilizers wear off, when they're being torn apart by their own people, what can your top-tier medical team do?"
Su Wanqing's words caused the temperature in the air to drop several degrees.
Those present were all soldiers who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood; they instantly understood the bloody reality behind those words.
This is not surgery; it's fighting an unseen demon for a soul.
Su Wanqing continued, "Therefore, what I need is not a huge burden, but a special operations team that is absolutely obedient, quick to react, and can take bullets for me."
"A shield that can protect me completely while I am receiving acupuncture."
"A hand that can accurately hand over the medicinal herbs when I'm preparing the medicine."
"A brain that can remain clear-headed and carry out my orders when everyone else has gone mad."
The worry in Lu Zhenguo's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by the commander's decisiveness.
"How many people do you need? What kind of people?"
Su Wanqing held up three fingers.
"Three."
"First, top surgeons will handle routine injuries and buy me time."
"Second, an all-around nurse, bold yet meticulous, responsible for assistance and equipment."
“Third,” Su Wanqing’s gaze swept over the crowd and landed on a straight and upright figure, “an absolutely loyal guard.”
Everyone followed her gaze.
It's Zhang Tie.
The young soldier whom Su Wanqing pulled back from the brink of death.
His face was still somewhat pale from his illness, but his eyes burned with an almost fanatical flame.
"I!"
Zhang Tie took a step forward and roared with all his might, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Dr. Su! You gave me my life! I would be inhuman if I, Zhang Tie, were to brave mountains of knives and seas of fire, even blinking an eye!"
Lu Zhenguo nodded emphatically and gave an order to the division commander beside him.
"I have the guards. Now, immediately, bring Li Weiguo and head nurse Wang Ying from the military general hospital! Alive!"
"yes!"
Half an hour later, the wailing of an ambulance grew louder as it approached.
A man and a woman got off the car.
The man, nearing fifty, wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a serious expression. He was Professor Li Weiguo, the top surgeon at the General Hospital of the Military Region.
The woman, around thirty years old, with short hair and almond-shaped eyes, exudes a striking, heroic aura. She is Wang Ying, the youngest head nurse at the general hospital. A ruthless individual capable of performing intravenous punctures on a speeding truck.
The two had clearly been dragged out of bed, their faces showing annoyance at being disturbed and a hint of confusion.
"Old Chief, what's the urgent mission?" Li Weiguo immediately composed himself and became respectful upon seeing Lu Zhenguo.
Lu Zhenguo did not answer, but simply stepped aside, revealing Su Wanqing behind him.
"From now on, she is your supreme commander."
Li Weiguo and Wang Ying's gazes both fixed on Su Wanqing's excessively young and beautiful face.
Stunned, then incredulous.
Li Weiguo's brows furrowed instantly, his tone revealing his undisguised doubt.
"Sir, are you kidding me? You want us to take orders from her? A...little girl?"
“Old Li,” General Chen’s voice came from the side. He stepped forward and patted Li Weiguo on the shoulder. “She healed my hand.”
Li Weiguo's pupils contracted as he stared intently at General Chen's hand, which had trembled for over a decade.
At that moment, that hand was steadily holding the thermos, without moving an inch.
As Chen Lao's healthcare physician, Li Weiguo knew better than anyone that this was a dead end in modern medicine.
Even after seeing it with his own eyes, he still couldn't believe it.
Treating the sick and saving lives is one thing, but commanding special rescue operations deep behind enemy lines is another.
“I admire Miss Su’s medical skills.” Li Weiguo pushed up his glasses, the arrogance of a top scholar making it difficult for him to bow his head easily. “However, battlefield command requires extensive military knowledge and clinical experience. I cannot entrust the lives of myself and my colleagues to a commander who only knows theory.”
Su Wanqing did not get angry, but just looked at him quietly.
"Professor Li, I have a question for you."
"Please speak."
"On the battlefield, a wounded soldier, with no external injuries and stable vital signs, is screaming and clutching his head, saying that a venomous snake is biting him, and then begins to attack his comrades. What would you do?"
Li Weiguo was stunned.
This problem was beyond the scope of all his clinical experience.
He hesitated for a moment, then said tentatively, "The preliminary diagnosis is acute stress disorder. Sedatives are the first choice; if that doesn't work, then... physical restraints."
"The tranquilizers didn't work, the restraints were broken, and he started attacking with his teeth?" Su Wanqing pressed.
“Then…” Li Weiguo was stuck, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
There are no answers in the textbook.
He dared not utter that one and only cruel final solution.
Su Wanqing spoke for him, her tone eerily calm.
“I will use silver needles to insert into the three acupoints on his head: Baihui, Shenting, and Yintang. I will use the gold needles to transfer qi, seal the Heavenly Gate, and dispel the external evils that have invaded the brain marrow.”
"He can regain consciousness in three minutes."
There was an absolute confidence in her voice that revealed her understanding of the essence of life.
Li Weiguo was completely stunned.
He didn't understand what "golden needle transferring qi" meant, let alone "external evil".
But he understood Su Wanqing's gaze.
That's not medical logic based on data and reports.
That is a higher-dimensional wisdom, a wisdom that overlooks all living beings.
“Now,” Su Wanqing looked at him, “do you still think I have no experience?”
Li Weiguo opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
His pride and confidence, built upon modern medicine, were utterly shattered at that moment.
He took a deep breath and solemnly bowed his head to Su Wanqing.
"I see."
"From now on, I will obey your commands."
Wang Ying, the head nurse standing next to her, already had a bright light in her almond-shaped eyes.
She admires people with real skills the most.
“Dr. Su, my name is Wang Ying! You can just call me Xiao Wang! Point me to somewhere and I’ll go there!” She stepped forward and stated crisply.
Thus, the special operations medical team, which would influence the entire war situation in the Southwest, was officially established.
Team leader: Su Wanqing.
Team members: surgical expert Li Weiguo, all-around head nurse Wang Ying, and loyal guardian Zhang Tie.
Inside the makeshift tent, Su Wanqing held his final pre-battle meeting.
"Mission location: the primeval jungle codenamed 'Black Widow'."
"Once you enter, everything you see, hear, and smell may be fake."
"The only thing I can trust is my orders."
She took out four small porcelain bottles and handed them to the three people respectively.
"The Mind-Clearing Pill. It is made from dozens of highly yang herbs and can keep you clear-headed in critical moments."
"Take one before entering the jungle. Keep the rest close to your body. Do not take a second one without my permission."
"This is an ironclad rule!"
The three men accepted the porcelain bottle with solemn expressions and nodded emphatically.
"Professor Li, you will be in charge of all routine trauma cases."
"Wang Ying, you are in charge of assisting with equipment management."
"Zhang Tie," Su Wan-qing's order was laced with bloodlust, "guard the perimeter of our group. Anyone who approaches without my permission, whoever they are, will be killed on sight!"
Li Weiguo and Wang Ying's hearts clenched.
Only then did they truly realize that this was not a rescue.
This is a war.
"Did you understand?"
"Understood!" the three roared in unison.
Su Wanqing nodded and lifted the tent flap.
"Boarding."
Dawn was breaking on the horizon.
The massive transport plane roared deafeningly, and the airflow from its propellers was so strong that it was hard to open one's eyes.
Su Wanqing, with her three-person team, did not look back as she walked up the high gangway step by step.
Lu Zhenguo and the others stood below, slowly raising their right hands towards the plane that was about to embark on its long journey.
A standard military salute.
They knew that from this moment on, this woman named Su Wanqing carried not only the expectations of a wife, but also the hopes of a family.
It is also a top-secret mission of the nation.
The cabin door slammed shut behind him, blocking all eyes on the tarmac.
A tremendous roar engulfed everything as the transport plane tore through the dawn and resolutely plunged into the sky.
Lu Zhanting, I'm here to take you home.
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