At six o'clock in the morning in autumn, the alley was still immersed in mist, and the sound of the milk truck bell came from far away.
Half a month has passed since Fu Hanzhou went on a mission.
But not a single phone call or telegram was sent back.
Qin Ying thought thankfully that perhaps no news was good news.
She tried not to think the worst.
He will be fine!
Definitely not!
Just as she was thinking about all sorts of things, she was startled by a sudden explosion outside the car. The explosion was so loud that the jeep shook slightly.
Qin Ying was sitting in the back seat of the car. Suddenly, she grabbed the back of the front seat and looked out the window.
In the alley next to it, strange green smoke rose from the pile of wood. A milk delivery truck hit a telephone pole at an angle, and the sound of glass bottles breaking was particularly harsh in the quiet alley.
"parking!"
The car suddenly stopped. Qin Ying grabbed the door handle and was about to get out, but Xiao Cheng immediately pulled out a gun and pressed the barrel against the car door.
"Sister-in-law, don't get out of the car. I'll go check it out! Captain Fu said—"
Qin Ying interrupted him:
"That milk truck delivers milk to the military compound every day, and a portion of it is for the wounded."
As he spoke, he took off his canvas backpack, pushed open the car door, stepped on the ground with his shoes, and saw broken glass splattering at his feet.
She looked into the alley nervously, only to hear screams coming from the thick smoke.
There are people injured!
As a doctor, she ran towards the sound without thinking.
Just as she ran over, Xiaocheng saw a figure wearing a Liberation cap flash behind the pile of wood - the jawline exposed under the brim of the cap was exactly the same as the photo on the wanted poster.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger of the gun, he suddenly heard the sound of a glass bottle breaking at the end of the alley.
Brown powder mixed with accumulated water flowed over Qin Ying's canvas shoes, and the air was instantly filled with a pungent smell.
"Get down!"
Xiao Cheng pounced over and pinned Qin Ying to the ground.
The heat waves from the violent reaction between caustic soda and accumulated water brushed past the two men's backs, making the brick walls crackle.
Qin Qinghua grinned grimly and lit the gasoline-soaked cloth in his hand, but froze the moment the flames shot up - the aluminum lunch box suddenly fell from the back seat of the jeep due to the heat wave and hit Qin Qinghua in the face like a silver dart.
This is the lunch box that Qin Ying brings with her every day, and now it has become her life-saving weapon.
Qin Qinghua screamed and staggered backward. The cloth strips fell to the ground, igniting the accumulated water into a sea of fire.
Xiaocheng took the opportunity to turn over and pressed Qin Qinghua against the wall with a chokehold. Just as he was about to handcuff his wrists, the roar of a motorcycle suddenly came from the alley.
Three men wearing masks rushed over holding steel pipes, and one of them swung the steel pipe and hit Xiaocheng on the back of the neck!
Xiaoben instinctively dodged sideways and punched Qin Qinghua in the abdomen.
When they were about to catch him again, one of the three threw out a bag of lime, and the lime powder filled the air. The three shouted loudly:
"Go!"
In the chaos, Qin Qinghua seized the opportunity and rolled into the fire, and the masked man dragged him to the end of the alley.
Xiaocheng raised his arms to block his eyes. When he wiped away the stinging in his eyes, he only saw bloodstains dragged on the ground.
He raised his gun and was about to chase, but was stopped by Qin Ying:
"Don't chase, it's dangerous! We're requesting backup."
She leaned over to check on the milkman, and her medical knowledge now allowed her to make a quick judgment:
"Third degree burns, you must go to the hospital immediately."
As she spoke, she took off the gauze from around her neck, tore it into strips, and quickly bandaged his limbs to stop the bleeding.
Xiao Cheng watched her operate all this skillfully, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the walkie-talkie, the muzzle of his gun warily sweeping towards the alley entrance:
"Command! This is Xiaocheng. We've been attacked in Wuming Lane, east of the intersection of Huaihua Lane and Qingshi Road! The milkman was seriously injured, and the suspects fled southwest on two unlicensed motorcycles. Requesting immediate support! This area is close to residential areas, and the terrain is complex!"
The crackling sound of electricity echoed through the walkie-talkie. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another urgent female voice suddenly exploded:
"Attention, Xiaocheng! Commander Fu's special plane made an emergency landing. He suffered a penetrating wound to the abdomen and is being transported to the main hospital! I repeat, Commander Fu is seriously injured!"
Qin Ying, who was using a gauze to bandage the milkman's wound to stop the bleeding, suddenly looked up and her fingertips lost strength in an instant.
The blood-stained scarf slipped from her fingers. She stared at the walkie-talkie, her ears buzzing, as if she could not hear the milkman's painful groans.
The sound of an ambulance siren could be heard in the distance, but it was far less deafening than the pounding of my heartbeat in my chest.
Her fingertips dug deep into the milkman's blood-stained collar, and the words "penetrating abdominal wound" on the walkie-talkie hit her temples like a hammer.
The pungent smell of caustic soda, blood and burning smell mixed together in her nostrils. She stared at the milkman's wound that was bleeding, but she couldn't help but imagine Fu Hanzhou lying on the stretcher at this moment.
"Surgery is necessary immediately!"
She pressed Xiaocheng's military cap against the wound on the milkman's body, but her voice trembled uncontrollably.
As the ambulance sirens blared closer, she turned around and grabbed Xiaocheng's wrist, her nails almost digging into his flesh.
"You escort him with the car, I...I have to go see him!"
She bit her tongue tightly, forcing herself to calm down, a rusty taste rising from her throat:
"Keep the casualty lying on his side to prevent choking on vomit!"
In the dust rising from the alley, Qin Ying stumbled towards the military hospital.
The autumn wind blew dead leaves against her hot cheeks, and the bloody cases in the anatomy class kept flashing back in her mind - liver rupture, intestinal perforation, aortic laceration... every possibility made her stomach cramp.
When the green and white building of the military hospital finally came into view, her canvas shoes were covered in mud.
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