Chapter 357 Su Yue is going to sea to save her husband!
"Commander, I need a ship." Su Yue clutched the note in her hand. "Give me a hospital ship. I want to go to sea."
"Nonsense!" Commander Zheng finally lost his temper. "The wind outside is still at level 10! The waves are five meters high! Even professional search and rescue teams don't dare to go out to sea easily. You, a doctor, are you going to go and die?"
"If I don't go, who will?" Su Yue retorted firmly. "If they're still alive, they must be seriously injured. Traumatic brain injury, internal bleeding, hypothermia... any of these can be fatal. By the time you bring them back and take them to the hospital, it'll be too late."
“I have the best antibiotics, and I have the latest trauma first aid techniques. I’m on the ship, and their survival rate can increase by 50%.”
Commander Zheng pointed at her, his finger trembling.
This woman is insane.
But it was precisely this madness that reminded him of someone.
Gu Beichen.
This couple is practically identical.
"Report!"
Suddenly, a guard's urgent shout came from the doorway.
"explain."
"The Air Force's reconnaissance plane just tried to fly around, but the cloud cover was too thick, and they couldn't see the sea at all. Moreover, the air currents were too turbulent, and it almost crashed. It has already returned to base."
The road is blocked.
We can't see it from the sky, we can only travel by water.
Commander Zheng slammed his fist on the table.
"Prepare the boats." He gritted his teeth, forcing out the two words. "Have the elite snipers take out ten of the best swimmers and put them on the assault boats. Also..."
He looked at Su Yue.
“Listen to me carefully. You can board the ship, but you must wear a double life jacket and tie yourself to the side of the ship. If something happens, I won’t be able to explain it to Gu Beichen.”
Su Yue gave a non-standard salute.
"Thank you, Commander."
...
When I looked back and grabbed the first-aid kit, the rain had lessened a bit.
Zhang Huilan was holding Gu Ningjing and spinning her around in the room. The old lady's eyes were red, clearly from crying.
Gu Ping'an sat alone on the threshold, holding the jeep that Gu Beichen had made in his arms, his little face tense.
Hearing footsteps, he suddenly looked up.
"Mother."
The child's voice was terribly hoarse.
Su Yue squatted down, wanting to hug him, but found that the child was trembling all over.
"What's wrong?" Su Yue touched his forehead; it wasn't hot.
Gu Pingan suddenly threw the jeep to the ground and burst into tears.
He pointed to the gray sea outside the window, clutching his chest with his little hand.
"pain……"
"Where does it hurt?" Su Yue panicked and quickly went to unbutton his shirt to check.
"Daddy...it hurts..." Gu Ping'an cried so hard he could barely breathe, his face covered in snot and tears. "Daddy's bleeding...so much blood..."
Su Yue's hand, which was unbuttoning her clothes, froze.
Father and son are of one heart.
Is this the legendary bloodline connection?
She took a deep breath and hugged the child tightly.
"Ping An, be good." Su Yue whispered in his ear, her voice soft yet stern, "Mommy will go and bring Daddy back right now. No one can let him bleed."
She stood up and handed the two children to Zhang Huilan.
"Mom, it seems I'll have to trouble you for a few more days."
Zhang Huilan looked at the raincoat she was wearing, then at the huge first-aid kit, and her lips trembled slightly.
"Go ahead." The old lady wiped away her tears. "Beichen is his father's child, he's tough. You...you be careful too."
Su Yue nodded, not daring to look back, grabbed her suitcase and rushed into the rain.
...
The hospital ship is a converted landing craft with a stable chassis and strong resistance to wind and waves.
But this is only relatively speaking.
As soon as the ship left the port, it began to rock violently.
Five-meter waves crashed down like gray walls.
The ship creaked and groaned, as if it might fall apart at any moment.
Su Yue strapped herself to the cockpit seat, her face deathly pale.
My stomach is churning.
She had never been on such a bumpy boat before.
That feeling of weightlessness is like being put in a box and shaken violently.
"Sister-in-law, you'll feel better if you throw up." A young soldier next to her handed her a plastic bag.
Su Yue waved her hand, not taking it.
She took a slice of ginger out of her pocket, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed it fiercely.
The spicy smell hit my head, suppressing the urge to vomit.
You can't vomit.
Vomiting will make me weak and unable to hold a scalpel.
"How much further?" she asked.
"Twenty nautical miles!" the driver yelled, his voice swallowed by the wind and waves. "In this damn weather, we can't go fast! It'll take at least two more hours!"
Two hours.
Every second was torture.
Su Yue closed her eyes and forced herself to regulate her breathing.
She mentally rehearsed the possible scenarios over and over again.
Fractures, pneumothorax, massive bleeding...
She went over the list of medicines in the first-aid kit in her mind again and again.
Time passed little by little.
The sky gradually darkened.
It wasn't because night had fallen, but because another dark cloud was pressing down.
"arrive!"
The driver suddenly shouted.
Su Yue suddenly opened her eyes, unbuckled her seatbelt, and stumbled to the observation window.
Ahead, on the gray-black sea, stands a solitary island.
That's Island Number Three.
The island had been ravaged beyond recognition by the storm.
On the cliff to the north, the radar station that once stood there is now only a few broken steel bars, swaying precariously in the wind.
The house is gone.
The wind and waves tossed the modified landing craft up into the air, then slammed it heavily onto the sea.
The hull scraped against the rocks, making a screeching sound.
"We're here! We can't go any further!" the driver shouted as he turned around, his face soaked by the seawater.
That's Island Number Three ahead.
Or rather, it's a ruin.
The radar station that once stood on the northern cliff has disappeared, leaving only a few twisted steel bars stuck in the soil, like the fangs left by some giant beast.
Su Yue unbuckled her seatbelt, grabbed the heavy first-aid kit, and jumped directly into the waist-deep seawater.
It was icy cold.
Seawater filled my boots, making them feel as heavy as if they were weighed down with lead.
"Sister-in-law! Danger!" Several soldiers from the elite detachment jumped down to try and restrain her.
Su Yue shook off their hands.
“The cave is over there,” she said, pointing to a recessed shadow on the south side.
It was low tide, and the hole, which was originally submerged underwater, was half exposed, looking like a dark, gaping mouth.
The group trudged along the slippery rocks, making their way towards the cave entrance.
Before even entering the cave, a strong stench of blood mixed with the salty smell of seawater hit us.
Su Yue was all too familiar with that taste.
It's the smell emanating from a severely infected wound and necrotic tissue.
This is commonly known as "corpse odor".
Su Yue's heart skipped a beat, but she quickened her pace.
The cave was very dark, with only a few nearly burnt-out flashlights casting a dim yellow light.
Four or five soldiers lay on the ground, all wounded, some with broken arms, some with bloodied heads, huddled together for warmth.
Upon hearing footsteps, one of the soldiers guarding inside raised his rifle and pulled back the bolt with a click.
"Who!" The voice was hoarse, filled with the ferocity of desperation.
"General Hospital of the Military Region, Su Yue."
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