Chapter 46 He fought valiantly, and she defied fate!

Chapter 46 He fought valiantly, and she defied fate!

Outside the special care isolation ward of the General Hospital of the Military Region.

The air in the corridor had been sucked out, leaving only deathly silence.

A group of doctors in white coats gathered around the window. The hospital director, who was at the head of the group, had gray hair, while Director Zhang, an authority on traditional Chinese medicine, stood beside him with a worried expression.

On everyone's face, the word "powerlessness" was etched.

"Wanqing, come quick! He's dying!"

Shen Man's face was deathly pale. She rushed out of the ward, grabbed Su Wanqing who had just arrived, and her voice was trembling uncontrollably.

Su Wanqing felt as if a cold hand was gripping her chest.

She walked quickly to the glass window of the ward.

On the hospital bed, the young soldier's body was convulsing violently.

His skin had an eerie purplish-black color, with large patches of red rashes merging together, their edges blurred, as if something was wriggling under his skin.

The waveform on the electrocardiogram monitor flattens out, emitting a desperate shriek.

"The poisonous blood has entered the camp and is attacking the heart." Su Wanqing's voice was devoid of any emotion, so calm that it sent chills down one's spine.

"Even the maximum dose of cardiac stimulants and adrenaline has no effect!" a young doctor cried out in despair.

The dean placed his last hope on Director Zhang.

Director Zhang slowly shook his head, his mouth full of bitterness: "The evil poison is too strong, and the patient's vital energy has been exhausted. Any medicine will only add fuel to the fire, and his body can no longer absorb it."

This sentence is a death sentence.

Shen Man swayed, almost unable to stand.

She had witnessed too many life-and-death situations, but never had she felt such despair. This soldier was someone she had personally sent in, and she could only watch helplessly as a vibrant life withered before her eyes.

What terrified her even more was that this was just the beginning.

There are still millions of soldiers on the front lines.

"let me."

Su Wanqing's voice wasn't loud, but every word struck a chord with everyone.

All eyes instantly focused on her, filled with disbelief.

"Nonsense!" a vice president behind the hospital director shouted sternly. "Comrade Su, this is a hospital! The patient is at the end of his life. Can you take responsibility for this?"

I will take the blame.

Su Wanqing met his gaze, her eyes unwavering.

She turned to the dean and Director Zhang and bowed deeply.

“Dean, Director Zhang, I know my request is abrupt. But I once saw a prescription in my family’s ancestral medical book that was specifically for the miasma and poison in southern Xinjiang. The symptoms of this soldier are exactly the same.”

"Medical records state that this prescription is extremely dangerous, with a nine-out-of-ten chance of death, yet it is the only hope for survival."

"A family-inherited medical book?" Director Zhang frowned, his eyes full of doubt. How profound could the knowledge of a young woman in her early twenties possibly be, even with a family tradition of medical learning?

"Rhinoceros horn, Rehmannia root, Moutan bark, Red peony root, Coptis root, Gardenia fruit, Honeysuckle flower, Forsythia fruit," Su Wanqing recited the names of the herbs at lightning speed, "and, the most important ingredient, the guiding herb."

Director Zhang's expression changed drastically.

These herbs are all extremely cold and cooling, potent medicines for clearing heat and cooling the blood. If used on the patient in his current condition, they will immediately deplete his last bit of yang energy, causing him to die on the spot.

"Absurd! This is tantamount to murder!" the vice dean protested again.

“Wanqing…” Shen Man tugged at her sleeve, her eyes full of worry.

Su Wanqing ignored him and looked directly at the dean.

"Dean, my husband, Lu Zhanting, is on the southwestern front. The poison this soldier has been ingested is very likely the same danger my husband and his comrades are facing."

“I saved him, not just as a patient.”

"I am trying to find a way for the soldiers on the front lines to survive."

"If we fail, I will take full responsibility."

Her words were resounding and powerful.

The hospital director looked into her clear yet resolute eyes, then glanced at the electrocardiogram in the ward, which was about to reset, and struggled internally.

Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind.

"Director Zhang, go and prepare the medicinal herbs!" he ordered in a deep voice.

"Dean!" the vice-dean exclaimed anxiously.

"If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility!" The dean's voice left no room for argument.

Director Zhang gave Su Wanqing a complicated look, then immediately turned around to get to work.

Soon, a bowl of pitch-black medicine was brought over, and a strong bitter smell instantly filled the air.

Su Wanqing took the medicine bowl and said to Shen Man, "Sister Shen Man, please prepare a feeding tube for me."

She walked into the ward, and under everyone's tense gaze, turned her back and pretended to take something out of her cloth bag.

A drop of shimmering, lustrous spring water silently dripped into the medicine bowl.

With Shen Man's help, the medicinal juice mixed with the spiritual spring water was slowly injected into the soldier's body through a gastric tube.

Time passed by, second by second.

Inside and outside the ward, you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stopped breathing.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Five minutes.

The straight line on the electrocardiogram monitor remained straight.

The vice dean's face already showed a sarcastic expression of "I knew it."

"It's over..." a nurse murmured.

Just when everyone thought the miracle was unlikely to happen, something unexpected happened!

"Look!"

Shen Man, who had been staring intently at the monitor, let out a gasp.

Suddenly, a faint but perfectly clear bulge appeared on that straight line.

one time.

Two times.

The beating got faster and stronger!

"His heartbeat has returned!"

"Blood pressure is rising!"

"Look at his skin!"

Everyone turned to look at the hospital bed.

The soldier's purplish-black skin was visibly fading, turning into a sickly flush. The horrifying red rashes were also slowly receding.

His high fever is gradually subsiding.

"This...how is this possible?" Director Zhang rushed to the glass window, staring intently at the changes on the hospital bed, his lips trembling.

Throughout his medical career, he had never seen such a powerful and miraculous medicinal effect.

This is not medicine, this is a miracle!

After a dozen minutes, the soldier's rapid breathing gradually calmed down.

Although still in a coma, all vital signs are improving.

He was pulled back from the brink of death.

The corridor was initially deathly silent, then erupted into uncontrollable cheers and applause.

Su Wanqing walked out of the ward, feeling somewhat weak, but her eyes were brighter than ever before.

She succeeded.

Her spiritual spring, combined with the appropriate prescription, can truly combat this unknown and strange poison.

This means that Lu Zhanting can be saved.

The dean and Director Zhang quickly stepped forward, their faces filled with excitement and admiration.

"Comrade Su, no, Dr. Su!" The hospital director gripped her hand tightly. "Today, you saved a soldier, and you saved our entire hospital!"

Director Zhang bowed deeply to her, saying, "Comrade Su, I have truly broadened my horizons today. May I ask what kind of miraculous ingredient was used in that prescription?"

Su Wanqing knew that this was the most crucial issue.

She shook her head, a perfect blend of weariness and mystery on her face.

"That's a secret family medicine, only three pills can be made a year. I just used one."

This explanation both enhanced the value of the medicine and deterred others from coveting it.

As expected, Director Zhang's face showed a look of realization and regret, and he stopped asking questions.

The news that Su Wanqing's miraculous prescription had saved a dead man spread like wildfire throughout the entire military region's general hospital within just a few hours.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away on the southwestern border, in the "Black Widow" jungle.

The earth was trembling.

That frenzied and violent mental shock swept across the entire valley.

Two members of the "Sharp Sword" squad instantly lost control, their eyes bloodshot, and pointed their guns at their comrades.

Bang! Bang!

Lu Zhanting's gunshot was precise and ruthless; the bullet shattered their wrist bones, and the gun fell to the ground.

"ah--!"

The excruciating pain caused the two team members to roar like wild beasts, but the madness in their eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"Keep your mind focused! Move closer to me!" Lu Zhanting's voice boomed amidst the chaos.

The "wolf fang" warning talisman on his chest burned his skin, but the excruciating pain acted like a dam, fiercely resisting the mental tsunami and preserving the last vestige of clarity in his mind.

He saw it clearly.

What crawled out of the deep pit was not a monster at all.

It was a plant of unimaginable size.

Countless dark red vines, as thick as an adult's thigh, surged wildly from the ground like giant pythons that had come to life.

In the center of the vines, there was a huge, deathly white flower bud that was slowly blooming.

The spiritual impact emanated precisely from that flower bud.

"Fire! Target, the flower bud in the middle!" Lu Zhanting roared as he gave the order.

Da da da—

Dense tongues of fire poured forth.

The bullets hit the flower buds, only splashing up patches of white sap, causing no damage whatsoever.

Instead, it angered it.

Dozens of dark red vines swept towards the team members with the force of thunder.

"Spread out! Take cover!"

Lu Zhanting shoved aside the communications soldier beside him and rolled behind a huge rock.

boom!

The spot where he had just been was smashed by the vines, leaving a crater half a meter deep.

The situation was extremely critical.

"Captain! Communications are down! We're surrounded!"

"Grenades are useless! They can't break these vines!"

Desperate cries echoed everywhere.

Lu Zhanting's brain was working at lightning speed.

Its roots must be destroyed.

His gaze swept over the deep pit, then over the powerful thermite incendiary bombs in his backpack.

There is only one chance.

"Hounds! Cover fire! Everyone else, retreat in shifts, take the wounded with you!" Lu Zhanting's voice cut through the commotion.

He took out two incendiary bombs and pulled the safety.

"Captain! What are you doing!" The hound saw through his intentions and shouted anxiously.

"Execute the command!"

Lu Zhanting did not turn around.

He took a breath, and Su Wanqing's face flashed through his mind.

Wanqing, wait for me.

The next second, he leaped out from behind the rocks like a cheetah, rushing towards the deep pit amidst the swirling vines.

Countless vines sensed his intention and swept towards him frantically.

Lu Zhanting's figure darted and weaved among the giant python-like vines.

Every movement he made was extremely precise, and every dodge he made was a brush with death.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Three meters.

A vine attacked from a tricky angle, leaving no way to avoid it.

Lu Zhanting's eyes hardened, and instead of retreating, he advanced, using his left arm to withstand the blow.

Crack!

The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible.

The excruciating pain coursed through his entire body, and he used the force of the impact to fling his body to the edge of the pit.

"Go to hell!"

With all his might, he threw the two incendiary bombs into the deep pit.

Then, he used his good right hand to grab a vine next to him and used it to swing backward.

boom--!

A deep, muffled thud came from underground.

A blinding white light erupted from the deep pit, and the temperature of over three thousand degrees Celsius instantly ignited everything.

The giant plant emitted a silent, yet soul-piercing, piercing scream.

All the vines twisted and curled up wildly, turning into charcoal.

The mental shock that had enveloped the valley dissipated.

"It's a success!"

"The captain succeeded!"

The team members erupted in cheers of relief.

Lu Zhanting fell to the ground, his left arm twisted at an odd angle, his face pale, and he was panting heavily.

He looked at the sea of ​​fire, but his eyes showed no joy; instead, they were filled with deeper worry.

At the moment the incendiary bomb exploded, he seemed to see a dark shadow flash by in the core of the white flower bud and disappear into the depths of the ground.

It wasn't completely dead.

Beijing, General Hospital.

Su Wanqing did not sleep all night.

As dawn broke, the soldier finally awoke, fully conscious.

Su Wanqing immediately asked Shen Man to find the pharmacy director.

“I need a lot of medicinal herbs.” She handed over a list. “Follow this prescription, remove the medicinal ingredients, and make them into powder. The more, the better.”

The pharmacy director looked at the prescription, then at Su Wanqing, his eyes filled with awe. Without saying a word, he immediately went to handle it.

"Wanqing, what do you need so much medicine powder for?" Shen Man asked, puzzled.

"Send them to the front lines." Su Wanqing's answer was simple and direct. "When will your medical team depart?"

“Orders could come at any time.” Shen Man looked at her bloodshot eyes with heartache. “You should go and get some rest.”

"I'm fine." Su Wanqing shook her head.

She just wanted to get these life-saving items to wherever Lu Zhanting might be as soon as possible.

She locked herself in the rest room, took out a large amount of medicinal herbs from her spatial storage, and began to refine her unique pills without sleep or rest.

Detoxifying pills, potent hemostatic powder, and beef jerky to replenish energy.

She didn't know what the front lines needed; all she could do was prepare everything she could think of.

In the remote southwestern jungles.

Lu Zhanting and the "Sharp Sword" team rested in a cave.

The atmosphere was very oppressive.

The cost was severe.

Lu Zhanting suffered a fractured left arm, three team members were seriously injured, and two others sustained minor injuries.

The most troublesome are the two team members who were under mental control.

They regained their senses, but sometimes they cried and sometimes they laughed, their whole being in a state of frenzy and chaos.

"Captain, their condition is very bad, they seem to have gone mad." The medic's face was grim.

Lu Zhanting frowned as he looked at his two comrades, whose eyes were unfocused.

He suddenly remembered something and carefully took out the black porcelain bottle that Su Wanqing had given him from his pocket.

"The black bottle contains an antidote. No matter what kind of poison you've been poisoned by, taking one will save your life."

His wife's words echoed in his ears.

He didn't know if this counted as "poisoning," but for now, he could only trust her.

He poured out two black pills, walked over to the two team members, pried open their mouths, and forced them down their throats.

After doing all this, he leaned wearily against the mountain wall, his right hand tightly covering the "wolf fang" on his chest that had regained its warmth.

Wanqing, your medicine must work.

Absolutely.