Perhaps it was Lu Zhan's sincerity that the word "Xiao Lin" no longer sounded sarcastic to Fan Shengnan, but instead sounded kind.
She even felt that she liked the name a little bit——
It was only when she stepped onto the real battlefield that she discovered her own fragility and shortcomings for the first time.
At this moment, she is no longer Fan Shengnan, the pride of the school, but Xiaolin, whose heart beats faster because of fear and whose hands tremble with nervousness because of lack of confidence.
But with Lu Zhan's trust and encouragement, Xiaolin bravely took the first step towards success, and based on this, he regained his courage and confidence.
On the battlefield filled with smoke, there are still countless "land battles" waiting for her to rescue. This time she will definitely not be afraid or retreat!
…
Gradually, voices calling "Xiao Lin" could be heard from time to time in the medical tent.
And every time, Fan Shengnan agreed readily and without any displeasure at all.
Those who had originally made fun of her watched coldly at first, but as more and more injured patients called out for "Xiao Lin", more and more people praised her. Gradually, the attitude and opinion of the medical students towards her also quietly changed.
Fan Shengnan finally won everyone's recognition with her excellent professional ability and gradually stronger mentality, but the name "Xiao Lin" remained.
Everyone called her "Xiao Lin", but this time the meaning of "Xiao Lin" became familiarity and intimacy.
The Mengshan self-defense counterattack lasted intermittently for nearly half a year.
When the battle was no longer intense and turned into occasional local conflicts, the volunteer medical team withdrew from the Mengshan war zone.
Before this, Fan Shengnan had met Lu Zhan once. He had a wound on his forehead and came in supporting a soldier with a wounded leg.
As soon as he entered the tent, Fan Shengnan recognized him at a glance and ran over with a mixture of surprise and worry:
"Lu Zhan! Where are you injured?!"
When Lu Zhan saw her, he was as friendly as if he had met an old acquaintance. A rare smile appeared on his face, which had become increasingly cold due to the days of fighting.
"Xiao Lin, it's great that you're here! His leg is injured and needs treatment!"
Without saying a word, Fan Shengnan lifted the soldier's shoulder, causing him to blush.
"You, you are a woman, I don't need your help..."
Before he could finish his words, Fan Shengnan spoke first:
"What's the difference between male and female? In our eyes, patients have no gender distinction. Just don't treat me as a woman!"
Lu Zhan's sharp eyes swept over the soldier, and he immediately stopped struggling, but he was still mumbling:
"With such long braids swinging back and forth, how can I not mistake you for a woman?"
Lu Zhan kicked him in the ass:
"You're the only one who talks too much."
The soldier grimaced in pain and begged for mercy:
"Oh, I'm wrong, Captain. This is the only good leg I have. If you kick me again, I'll become lame."
The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. Fan Shengnan shook her head, and the ponytail behind her head swung back and forth. Thinking that sometimes the ponytail would indeed hang down and have some impact on her work, after being reminded by this soldier, she began to think about cutting her hair short.
Fan Shengnan laughed heartily:
"Don't worry, your other leg will definitely get better!"
After she finished speaking, she secretly glanced at Lu Zhan's forehead. The wound was not deep, but it was quite long, stretching from the brow bone to the corner of the forehead. The bloody look was quite frightening.
"Your forehead needs some work too..."
The soldier's leg injury was more serious, so she had to treat that soldier's wound first.
In this case, she had to ask other people to help Lu Zhan treat his wounds. For some reason, she felt a little uncomfortable.
She herself didn't even realize that her awkwardness came from her wanting to personally help Lu Zhan treat his injuries.
Lu Zhan frowned habitually, and it seemed that only after Fan Shengnan reminded him did he realize that there was a tingling sensation on his forehead.
He looked up and looked around. The tent was full of busy figures. He said to Fan Shengnan:
"I just scraped a little skin. You can help him take care of the wound first, and then you can help me apply some medicine later when you have time."
When Fan Shengnan heard Lu Zhan's words that he wanted her to help him apply the medicine, she was surprised and happy, and her eyes lit up.
She tried to maintain a calm expression on her face and nodded calmly:
"Okay, then use this piece of cotton pad to press the wound first."
The next second, Fan Shengnan's hands moved much faster.
The silver scissors cut open the soldier's pants in two quick strokes as fast as lightning. Several times, the sharp tip shining with silver light went straight to the soldier's thigh. The soldier was so scared that he almost stood up and dodged several times. He felt as if a northwest wind was blowing on his crotch, and the cool feeling was so refreshing!
Fortunately, the speed was fast and the time was short. When the soldier saw Fan Shengnan put down the scissors in his hand, he slowly loosened his grip on the ten toes that were almost cramping.
Who knew that in the next second, a scream suddenly rang out——
"ah--"
There was a sudden silence in the tent, and everyone turned around to look at him. Lu Zhan and Fan Shengnan also stared at him with wide eyes. The soldier blushed and lowered his head.
There was still a needle stuck in his buttocks that hadn't been removed yet. It was the tetanus shot Fan Shengnan had given him...
She looked a little puzzled:
"Does it hurt that much?"
The soldier blushed and shook his head. It wasn't that painful, but it was too sudden, too exciting, and too unexpected for him.
Originally, Fan Shengnan planned to hurry up and not even use anesthesia to suture the wound directly. However, when she saw that the soldier was afraid of pain, she gave up the idea.
After the anesthetic was applied, it took a few minutes for it to take effect, so Fan Shengnan had time to treat the wound on Lu Zhan's forehead.
Lu Zhan sat on a wooden bench with his back straight.
Fan Shengnan stood in front of him holding a disinfectant cotton ball, slightly bent over. Their faces were only a palm's distance apart, and they could even hear each other's breathing clearly.
She suddenly felt her face flush and her heart beat fast for no reason, and the palms of her hands holding the disinfectant cotton ball began to sweat. The feeling of "guilty" that had not appeared for a long time came back.
Fan Shengnan felt like she was facing a formidable enemy. It was over. She started to get nervous again!
She thought she had gotten over her nervousness ever since she removed the bullet from Lu Zhan. How come after all this time, she was getting nervous again?!
Fan Shengnan was worried that her hands would start shaking again, so she didn't dare to move easily. She just used the sterilized cotton ball to wipe the edge of the wound back and forth repeatedly.
Finally, even Lu Zhan felt a little strange and looked up at her——
It was that glance up that made Fan Shengnan gasp and hold her breath.
When she was unable to breathe, her face flushed, she turned her head and said:
"The anesthetic is taking effect, I'd better sew him up first!"
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