As he spoke, he picked up Wang Xiaolan's luggage and went to a house outside the tent that was built with branches and thatch. Behind the house was a high hillside, and small rocks rolled down from time to time, which seemed a bit dangerous.
Tan Xiaofang opened the door, put the luggage on an open space, and then called Wang Xiaolan in. When Wang Xiaolan walked in, she saw a large wooden bed that could accommodate six or seven people.
Tan Xiaofang said apologetically, "This is the condition here. It's a way to take care of us female comrades. The conditions over there for male comrades aren't as good as ours."
Wang Xiaolan smiled and said, "It's okay. I've been to the countryside before, so these conditions are no problem for me. I'm here to serve the soldiers on the front lines."
After hearing what she said, Tan Xiaofang still admired Wang Xiaolan in her heart, and her medical skills were indeed superb. She was the best doctor she had ever seen since she started working in this industry.
"Doctor Wang, you are amazing. If you hadn't performed the surgery on Captain Xiao today, he would have been in danger of life and death. Even if he had survived, he would have been disabled. The same result happened to the wounded who had injuries slightly less severe than his. On behalf of the hospital, thank you." Tan Xiaofang said sincerely.
Wang Xiaolan smiled and said, "Look at what you said. They were injured while defending their country. I have a responsibility to save them. Moreover, I am a soldier's family member, so I should do this even more."
Tan Xiaofang said, "You are a military family member, that's great."
Wang Xiaolan said, "However, I haven't been in touch with my husband for a long time, and I don't know where he is now."
Tan Xiaofang asked, "How about this! Could you tell me his name? We have many wounded soldiers coming down from the front lines every day. Maybe someone here knows him. If I can't find him, I can ask my father."
Wang Xiaolan said, "My husband's name is Zhao Lihan. As for what unit he is in or what he does specifically, I don't know."
Tan Xiaofang nodded: "Okay, I'll keep an eye on it for you, maybe there will be news soon."
After saying that, she suddenly seemed to realize something and asked, "You said, Zhao Lihan is your husband?"
Wang Xiaolan nodded and said, "Yes, it's Zhao Lihan. Do you know him?"
Tan Xiaofang, remembering her time in the minority language class, stammered, "I know a comrade named Zhao Lihan. I wonder if he's your husband."
Just as they were about to continue talking, they heard a voice calling for Dr. Tan outside, and Wang Xiaolan and Tan Xiaofang hurried out.
…
Wang Xiaolan and Tan Xiaofang worked until late at night to rescue the wounded before returning to their dormitories to rest. The border sky, stained blood red by the flames of war, was pounded with the sounds of gunfire and artillery fire.
Wang Xiaolan lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Her heart was filled with longing and worry for her husband. Where was Zhao Lihan? Was he safe? Did he use the space she had given him to protect himself and his comrades? These questions, like a tide, continuously assaulted her heart.
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On the front lines, Zhao Lihan is leading his squad on a difficult mission. Deep behind enemy lines, they face numerous dangers. Zhao Lihan is concerned about his wife, but he knows that as a soldier, he must stay at his post and defend his country.
Just as Zhao Lihan and his team were about to complete their mission and prepare to evacuate, they were ambushed by the enemy. While covering his teammates' retreat, Zhao Lihan was accidentally shot in the leg and fell to the ground. They were next to a minefield, and a single misstep could have killed them all. His teammates desperately dragged him out of the dangerous minefield, but Zhao Lihan's injuries were severe and he needed urgent medical attention.
"Hold on, Zhao Lihan, we will definitely rescue you!" Teammate Huang Yong shouted while carrying him on his back and running towards the nearest field hospital.
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The night was as dark as ink, and the forests along the border were thick with the smell of gunpowder. Zhao Lihan had originally refused to let Huang Yong carry him, wanting them to evacuate first while he went into the space alone to bandage his wounds. However, his teammates couldn't leave him alone in the jungle, so Zhao Lihan had no choice but to comply. His teammates took turns carrying him, and blood oozed from his leg wound, staining the clothes of the handsome man carrying him red.
His consciousness seemed to be pulled by a powerful force, gradually becoming blurry, as if the entire world was retreating away from him. However, the anxious cries of his teammates in his ears were like a bright light, piercing the chaos and trying to keep him a little clear-headed.
"Captain Zhao, you have to hold on! We'll be at the hospital soon!"
Teammate Huang Yong's voice echoed in his ears, a tearful cry filled with fear and worry. Huang Yong kept calling Zhao Lihan's name as he ran, as if just by calling out like this, he could pull him back from the brink of coma.
Zhao Lihan's consciousness struggled in the darkness. He wanted to respond to Huang Yong's cry, but his throat seemed blocked, and no sound came out. He could only silently feel Huang Yong's voice getting farther and farther away, becoming increasingly blurred, until it finally disappeared completely in the endless darkness.
At this time, a burst of artillery fire like thunder woke up the unconscious Zhao Lihan. His lips moved slightly, and his voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible: "Don't... Don't worry about me, just retreat..."
Huang Yong's tears welled up in an instant: "Captain Zhao, please stop talking. We won't abandon you!"
At this moment, the sound of gunfire and explosions from afar came like a surging wave, sweeping towards them from far to near. This sound was like a death knell, indicating that the enemy's pursuit was still continuing.
Zhao Lihan and his teammates were caught in a hail of gunfire, each step fraught with danger. Bullets whizzed through the air, and the flames of explosions flared around them, seemingly threatening to engulf them. Yet, they refused to be overwhelmed by fear. Instead, they gritted their teeth and ran forward with all their might.
The field hospital ahead was barely visible amidst the flames of war; it was their only hope. Although the journey was difficult, they had only one belief in their hearts: they had to reach it.
…
At the same time, Wang Xiaolan had just finished a life-saving rescue work in the tent of the field hospital.
She sat on the bed tiredly, but a hint of anxiety was revealed in her eyes. Tan Xiaofang sat down next to her. In front of them was a simple wooden table with several military teacups on it.
The two of them were eating dry and hard compressed biscuits.
Tan Xiaofang, while eating compressed biscuits and drinking water, said, "Doctor Wang, thank you for saving another soldier."
The two were talking when suddenly, they heard hurried footsteps outside the hut. Then came the anxious calls...
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