On the tenth day of the war, Chinese troops attacked Lang Son, marking the start of the Battle of Lang Son. Because the enemy occupied various hilltops and high ground, they formed a crossfire network using mortars, rocket launchers, and anti-aircraft machine guns. The enemy, positioned on higher ground, resisted the Chinese troops' advance.
Due to weather conditions, visibility was poor. This increased the difficulty of the Chinese troops' attack, leading them to inadvertently enter enemy fire, resulting in many soldiers being wounded or even killed.
For the first time since the start of the war, the logistics medical teams and frontline medics of the Chinese army were overwhelmed with treating the wounded. Su Xingran, however, chose to continue providing first aid at the front lines.
One by one, the wounded soldiers awaited treatment, and Su Xingran prioritized those with the most severe injuries, hoping to save them before death claimed their lives.
Su Xingran had only a limited amount of hemostatic powder in her backpack, so she had to take it out from her spatial storage. Looking at the soldiers who didn't even have a chance to be saved, Su Xingran gradually became numb.
After treating a seriously wounded soldier, Su Xingran saw another wounded soldier trying to continue on his way. She stopped him, saying, "Comrade, let me treat your wound."
The soldier who was pulled back paused for a moment, his expression obscured by the dirt on his face. But his eyes held surprise and deep concern.
Su Xingran sensed the soldier's stiffness, so she let go of his hand and insisted, "Comrade, let me treat your wound first, and then you can go. If you insist on going..."
The soldier turned around and looked at Su Xingran, who was wearing a mask, and said, "Xingran, it really is you!"
Su Xingran's lips moved slightly; she knew who this person was from their voice. Su Xingran didn't respond to the soldier's words, but simply gestured for the person in front of her to sit down so she could treat their wounds.
The soldier was wounded in the arm and also in the forehead. The arm wound was caused by a bullet grazing the skin, while the forehead wound was caused by a falling rock.
Su Xingran quickly treated the soldier's wounds, while the soldier quietly gazed at the scene of continuous artillery fire ahead. He was far from calm; he felt a pang of sympathy for the female doctor treating his wounds.
My heart aches for her coming to this place where she could lose her life at any moment; my heart aches for her who should be studying peacefully at school; my heart aches for her, someone who loves cleanliness, now covered in filth; my heart aches for her courage and strength.
After Su Xingran finished treating her wound, she said to the soldier looking ahead, "It's done, the wound has been treated."
The soldier stood up, his face obscured by dirt. His eyes were full of meaning as he looked at the female doctor before him and said, "Xingran, take care of yourself, be careful, and return safely."
After saying this, the soldier, gun in hand, continued forward to complete his mission. Behind him came the female doctor's voice: "Gu Moli, get back alive."
Gu Moli didn't stop walking. Upon hearing those words, his eyes were filled with unspoken love. Gu Moli knew he couldn't turn back; if he did, he wouldn't be able to let go. There were still things he had to do ahead of him, his duty as a soldier.
Watching his retreating figure, Su Xingran felt a mix of emotions. A feeling she'd never experienced before was welling up inside her. At this moment, she didn't want to delve into what that feeling was; she and he shared different yet similar responsibilities and missions.
The battle achieved an initial victory on the second day. All enemy defensive strongholds around Lang Son were cleared. Chinese troops advanced into Lang Son city from the east, north, and west.
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