"Deputy General Zhang, we can't let her do anything reckless! Not only will General Xue die soon..."
"Yes, Deputy General Zhang, when lives are at stake, we absolutely cannot let a woman act recklessly. How tragic is General Wang's situation!"
The chaotic rebuttals were giving Qin Qing a headache. Suddenly, she turned her head sharply, her expression cold, and shouted loudly!
"Shut up! If you make another sound, get out!"
Having said that, he continued working, while the group of military doctors were even more furious, their faces turning red and their necks bulging.
A group of grown men watched as Qin Qing swiftly undressed Wang Yan, loosening the gauze on his chest and lifting his head...
The next second, everyone was stunned... Qin Qing didn't hesitate to blow directly into his mouth! She would occasionally place her head on the man's chest, repeating this several times. Then, a strangely shaped cylindrical object with a sharp point appeared in her hand, and she pulled a small, transparent bottle from her bosom...
Her skillful operation and calm gaze left them dumbfounded. Then she pierced Wang Yan's neck with a needle, and the liquid in the cylinder was quickly injected!
Her hands didn't stop moving; she continued to breathe into the man...
After a long while, Wang Yan's breathing gradually recovered somewhat. Although his face was pale, fortunately, it was not as severely cyanotic as before!
Seeing this, Qin Qing suddenly collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted! Fortunately, she always kept all sorts of necessities at home, so getting an IV drip was no problem at all.
Then, thinking about the next steps, she looked at the people around her and began to worry! She had the tools for the blood transfusion, but she couldn't be sure if they were the same blood type!
Are any of his relatives among you?
Let's take a gamble! Otherwise, if your blood circulation fails, you'll still be doomed!
After saying that, the soldier who had been about to push her out with his breath recovered from his shock, looked at her with a puzzled expression, and hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“I…I am a cousin of the general, and my mother and Aunt Wang are sisters! My name is Huang Zhong.”
Upon hearing this, Qin Qing's gaze lingered on him, making him feel uneasy and stiffen.
Then, a sinister smile appeared on her face... This was the guy who had just been mean to her!
"You want to save him, don't you?"
The strange look in his eyes made Huang Zhong's hair stand on end, but he still nodded hurriedly, "Of course!"
Qin Qing nodded, took his hand and placed it next to Wang Yan, then reached into her bag and pulled out an IV tube (actually, she was taking something from her spatial storage), securing the negative pressure needles at both ends.
The device was checked, disinfected, and a needle was inserted. Blood flowed out quickly, and after a certain amount was drawn, the needle was changed, and the blood was injected into Wang Yan in the reverse direction…
His movements were fluid and graceful, leaving everyone around him in shock and bewilderment!
Huang Zhong just stared blankly as his blood flowed into the small bag and then into Wang Yan's body, completely dazed!
Once everything was settled, she collected all the items and put them back into the package, which piqued An Ziyun's curiosity! Unable to contain himself, he went over to speak, but Qin Qing gave him a sidelong glance, causing him to awkwardly retreat.
Seeing that Wang Yan's condition had stabilized, Qin Qing looked at Deputy General Zhang with a very serious expression.
"The patient is out of danger and fortunately in good physical condition. We believe the wound will be mostly healed in less than a month. During this time, avoid strenuous exercise, keep your emotions stable, eat a light diet and drink plenty of water. After a week, you can get out of bed and walk around to prevent pneumonia from the plane crash..."
As she said this, she subconsciously reached into her pocket, only to find it empty... She froze, realizing that she had transmigrated to a place that was no longer modern. She didn't have a white coat, and the deputy general next to her was also completely bewildered, not understanding what she was saying at all!
Qin Qing noticed the strange looks from those around her, her face showing some embarrassment. She then coughed lightly to cover up her helplessness.
"He'll stay in bed for seven days, then he can get out of bed once he wakes up. He can't go to the battlefield; you guys figure that out yourselves!"
After saying that, she turned and walked out. The smell of blood inside was so strong that she could hardly breathe!
After she left, An Ziyun quickly went to Wang Yan's side, and after a thorough examination, her eyes widened instantly. She rushed excitedly to the door, a wide smile spreading across her face! Aside from being somewhat weak and having serious wounds, the man who had almost died was practically fine…
Amazing!
Before long, gasps of amazement echoed from inside the tent. Everyone exclaimed that it was a miracle, and Deputy General Zhang was overjoyed! Huang Zhong, beaming, stared blankly at the needle marks on his arm. "You can do that?!" he thought.
Is my cousin, the general, alright now?
Unlike the ecstasy and excitement inside, Qin Qing was being held tightly by An Ziyun, who refused to let go, attracting the attention of many soldiers!
"You brat, let go of me right now, or I'll get rough!"
Qin Qing rolled her eyes and tried to shake her arm, but it was no use. An Ziyun was holding her left hand tightly, and the other party was shamelessly looking aggrieved.
"Auntie...please don't be like this, let's talk this out!"
As he spoke, his eyes were fixed excitedly on the package in her arms! Anyone who didn't know better would think he was staring at an old woman with an infatuated expression, as if he were desperate for her!
Realizing that the soldiers around her were looking at her, Qin Qing's face darkened. Suppressing the urge to hit someone, she forced a smile.
"I'll talk to you nicely, just let go of me, I won't run away!"
After saying that, An Ziyun loosened his grip slightly, his face filled with a wildly excited glow!
"Auntie, what was that you just saw? Was it a blood transfusion device? My goodness, is there really such a strange thing in the world? May I ask who invented it..."
As he chattered on and on, his eyes grew brighter and brighter with curiosity, and his hands squeezed harder and harder, making her wince in pain!
At this moment, Deputy General Zhang also came out of the tent. He noticed her pained expression and was startled. He quickly pulled An Ziyun away and looked at him with a strange expression!
"What is Dr. An doing? Aunt Mu is already forty years old!!"
Qin Qing, who was initially grateful to Deputy General Zhang, nearly fainted from anger upon hearing this. She was only thirty-seven! She hadn't even celebrated her thirty-eighth birthday yet!! And why emphasize her age? She was the one who had been sexually assaulted!
An Ziyun snapped out of his daze, realizing he had been too excited and had used too much force. He looked at her hands with a mixture of regret and heartache; these were the hands that had just drawn blood from the tube—he couldn't afford to hurt them! The more he thought about it, the more excited he became…
Qin Qing "..."
Should she be happy or sad? For the first time in her life, she was cared about so much, all because of an IV drip!
Deputy General Zhang also remembered something and quickly looked at Qin Qing, his eyes filled with gratitude yet awkwardness.
"Sister Qin... the general is still asleep. Just in case, please stay and keep an eye on him!"
Qin Qing didn't pay much attention to being called "Sister Qin," as she was used to being addressed as "aunt" or "elder sister." She simply nodded, turned, and went back into the tent. An Ziyun tried to stop her, but was stopped by a cold glare from Deputy General Zhang, who whispered something.
"Please have some self-respect, Physician Wang An! Sister Qin and the General have already been intimate; your relationship... is impossible!"
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