The scalpel was sharp and instantly cut through the sheet in front of her, almost cutting Dong Yingying's hand.
She subconsciously retreated and dodged, fearing that she would suffer another misfortune.
"Why are you hiding? Don't you want to die?"
Lin Wanjun pressed on, picked up the scalpel and put it into Dong Yingying's hand.
"Come, I'll teach you how to die faster."
She forced Dong Yingying to hold a sharp scalpel, hold her hand, and forcefully approach the carotid artery.
"This is the carotid artery. If you cut it with a little force, you'll bleed to death very quickly."
"Don't worry, we won't try to save you. All of us will watch you go, then send you to the crematorium and burn you into ashes."
As she spoke, Lin Wanjun increased the strength in her hand, forcing the scalpel in Dong Yingying's hand towards the carotid artery.
Dong Yingying naturally resisted.
"Lin Wanjun, you're a lunatic! You're killing people! I'm going to sue you! I'm going to report you."
Lin Wanjun doesn't care about these things.
She sneered.
"Go ahead and sue me, go ahead and report me. Everyone knows I'm a kind and wonderful person in the field hospital, and I always respect the wishes of my patients."
"You're crying and threatening to die, so of course I have to grant your wish. After all, how many wishes can be fulfilled in this lifetime? Right?"
As she spoke, she exerted force and the scalpel cut the skin on Dong Yingying's neck.
The pain brought Dong Yingying's fear to its peak.
She let out a heart-wrenching scream and pushed Lin Wanjun's hand away with all her strength. She covered her neck with a look of horror, her voice trembling.
"Get out! Get out! No one wants me to die!"
Lin Wanjun stood by the bed, looking down at the woman who was good at acting, her eyes full of disdain.
"Dong Yingying, your tricks may fool others, but you can't fool me. From the beginning, I knew what kind of person you were."
"I'm telling you, if you dare to embarrass these soldiers again, if you dare to punish them for any reason, this scalpel will be placed on your neck again."
"Next time, it won't be as simple as just cutting a bloody wound."
On the side, Geng Siqing looked at the dominating Lin Wanjun with admiration and thought she was so cool.
Oh my god, it turns out that people can fight each other like this.
It's not about reasoning, it's not about winning people over with virtue, and it's not about compromising and surrendering under the other party's shameless threats.
You can fight poison with poison, you can be more shameless than the other party, you can take the path that the other party uses to throw a tantrum, leaving him with no way out.
I learned it, I really learned it.
Looking at Dong Yingying who was curled up on the bed and dared not speak anymore, Lin Wanjun sneered.
"Rubbish!"
After she finished cursing, she turned and looked at the company-level officer.
"Are these soldiers from your company?"
The officer came to his senses, nodded and replied, "Yes, I am their company commander."
"I've already told your Commander Song what happened today. He praised the soldiers for risking their lives by descending the cliff to save the lives of the men and offered to reward them."
Give reward?
The officers were surprised and delighted, and the wronged soldiers also looked shocked.
This... can such a small thing be rewarded?
Seeing the soldiers' disbelieving expressions, Lin Wanjun turned her head to look at Song Zhanjin who had been standing at the door.
"Hey, you were there at the time. Come and testify whether what I said was true or not."
Song Zhanjin was called and walked in with a smile.
I can only say it's half true and half false.
Commander Song Mingcheng did affirm and verbally praise the actions of several soldiers in saving lives, but he did not mention any rewards.
Looking at his wife's eyes and then watching her playing with the scalpel in her hand, Song Zhanjin felt a little cold on his neck.
"Yes, Doctor Lin is telling the truth. Um, Second Captain, please prepare the materials for your application for the commendation."
The second company commander was overjoyed to hear this.
"Holy crap, there really is a reward."
"Nonsense! We can't let our brothers shed blood, sweat, and tears. Originally, this award was optional, but now that we've been slandered and spread rumors, we absolutely must accept it."
Song Zhanjin glanced at Dong Yingying.
"We can't let a single rat spoil the whole pot of soup and dampen the resolve of our soldiers to save the dying and heal the wounded."
Dong Yingying calmed down, and Lin Wanjun was also ready to leave.
Before leaving, she tied the scalpel with a rope and hung it on the wall right in front of Dong Yingying so that she could see it as soon as she opened her eyes.
"Here's the knife. If you're going to die again, don't make a fuss. Just handle it yourself."
The corners of Dong Yingying's mouth twitched, and she cursed "crazy woman" for a while.
A crazy woman is a crazy woman. Does Lin Wanjun care about these insults?
Geng Siqing also breathed a sigh of relief.
She was thinking about who to find to take care of Dong Yingying. After some thought, Geng Siqing found a suitable candidate.
After a while, Wu Biyun came in with a smile, holding a fruit knife in one hand and an apple in the other, and sat down on a chair beside the bed.
She didn't say anything, just peeled the apple with a fruit knife, cut off a piece of flesh and put it in her mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound.
The cold light of the blade caught Dong Yingying's eyes. She lay shivering on the hospital bed, but dared not say another word or fart.
It rained lightly the next day, but the consolation performance was held as usual.
The female soldiers climbed up the mountain step by step, set up a temporary stage in front of the command post, and braved the rain to present one wonderful show after another to the frontline soldiers.
The soldiers had experienced several months of depressing and tense combat life, and now they relaxed with the performance, and the audience burst into applause and cheers.
Geng Siqing looked around the audience, but found that several senior leaders were not present.
This is a bit bad. The original plan was for the leader to give a speech to boost morale at the end of the program.
So she found an officer and asked in a low voice where the leader was.
"Oh, the commander is standing guard for the soldiers."
Geng Siqing looked in the direction the soldier's hand was pointing and saw Song Mingcheng wearing a military uniform and a military cap, holding a gun in the most standard posture, standing motionless in the wind and rain.
His hair has turned gray and his eyes are full of wrinkles, but his heart is always hot and red.
At this moment, Geng Siqing finally understood why we were able to win every battle...
After the performance, the female soldiers of the art troupe had a brief exchange with the soldiers as usual, and as expected, they received many gifts.
There were elaborate garlands, cards made from cigarette boxes, and ornaments made from bullet shells...
Wu Biyun also received many small gifts. She felt the strong friendship of the soldiers and cherished this friendship very much.
They were gathered together at this moment, but no one knew how many people would be able to attend the next celebration alive...
Thinking of this, she suddenly felt melancholy and sad.
Looking over at the crowd in the drizzling rain, a familiar figure suddenly entered Wu Biyun's sight.
She was startled for a moment, and the next moment her expression changed slightly. She desperately ran through the crowd and chased after him...
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