Chapter 130 A lone man and woman alone in a room

Chapter 130 A lone man and woman alone in a room

"Gauze alone cannot stop the arterial bleeding!"

Jiang Yutang raised her voice to explain, her hands still moving: "This is a special hemostatic medicine and cotton cloth; it can save his life!"

She quickly re-bandaged the wound, held the captain's head, and gently comforted him, "Hang in there, the bleeding will stop soon, you'll be alright."

Commander Yan, his face pale, fixed his dark eyes on her face and nodded with difficulty.

Before Jiang Yutang could catch her breath, she turned around to treat the other wounded.

Just then, a familiar voice came from outside the tent.

"Little sister, I'm going!" It was Jiang Huaiyu.

Jiang Yutang's hand suddenly trembled, and the gauze that had just been wrapped around her instantly came undone.

She quickly steadied herself, wrapped herself up tighter, and replied in a hoarse voice, "You must come back!"

There was no further response from outside the tent; Jiang Huaiyu had already rushed to the front lines and thrown herself into the fighting.

A wave of worry washed over Jiang Yutang, and her eyes stung with tears. She took a deep breath and forced it down.

The battle lasted for three days and three nights.

Jiang Yutang and the two doctors were working non-stop like spinning tops, unable to eat, only able to drink some water in an emergency, and sleep was out of the question.

The rescue tents grew larger and larger, and the number of injured people admitted to the hospital increased.

The sounds of fighting in the distance gradually faded from deafening to faint, until a soldier hurriedly ran into the tent to deliver a message.

"The bandits have been defeated! We have won!"

Jiang Yutang's nerves, which had been tense for three days, suddenly relaxed. She breathed a long sigh of relief, but then her vision went black, her body went limp, and she almost fainted.

Just as she was about to fall to the ground, a pair of strong arms pulled her into an embrace, the armor on her body making a crisp clinking sound.

She calmed herself down and forced herself to open her eyes, only to be met with Cheng Lanzhou's face.

He frowned slightly, his grip on her arm firm and steady.

Jiang Yutang tried to get up, but her body was still weak: "Don't move."

Jiang Yutang helped her to sit down on a straw mat, then turned to inquire about the condition of the other two doctors and the wounded.

She gritted her teeth, forced herself to stand up, and wanted to check on the injuries of the other seriously wounded.

“You can take turns resting,” Cheng Lanzhou suddenly said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “If there’s an emergency, I’ll have the soldiers notify you.”

A doctor immediately said, "Miss Jiang, you should go and rest. This is your first time on the battlefield. It's already impressive that you've lasted this long. If you keep going, your body will break down."

Jiang Yutang hesitated for a moment, feeling a heaviness in her head and a strong warning sign of fatigue from her body.

If I don't rest soon, I might suddenly die here.

She finally nodded, turned around to get the bundle that had been sitting untouched in the corner for three days, and prepared to find a place to rest.

Cheng Lanzhou suddenly called out to her and instructed a soldier beside him, "Take Miss Jiang to my tent to rest."

Jiang Yutang was stunned, and even the soldier was taken aback before saying "Yes."

Jiang Yutang lowered her head and quickly followed behind the soldier, ignoring the curious gazes of those around her, and swiftly slipped into Cheng Lanzhou's tent.

The tent was simply furnished, with a map spread out on a wooden table, covered with dense symbols.

She glanced at it briefly, then placed the bundle on the hard bed, took off her shoes, and lay down.

She rested her head on the bundle, watching the figures coming and going outside the tent, curled up into a ball to keep warm, and slowly closed her eyes.

Three consecutive days of intensive treatment had exhausted all her strength. She was like someone under anesthesia, and fell into a deep sleep after three seconds.

When I woke up again, it was already late at night.

Jiang Yutang opened her eyes groggily and saw a figure sitting at the table. That "lonely and invincible" feeling was definitely Cheng Lanzhou.

The flickering candlelight illuminated Cheng Lanzhou's profile, highlighting his sharp features. Even as he sat quietly, he exuded an undeniable aura of power.

She then realized that she was covered with a coat that smelled faintly of gunpowder, which must have belonged to Cheng Lanzhou.

Jiang Yu's lips unconsciously curved into a smile: I didn't expect him to be so savvy.

She stared blankly at Cheng Lanzhou's profile, her thoughts drifting.

"How much longer?" Cheng Lanzhou suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the tent.

Jiang Yutang was taken aback; he had already noticed she was awake. She scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly, sat up, and quickly changed the subject.

How are the wounded?

Cheng Lanzhou tidied the documents in his hands, not answering immediately. After a while, he called out to the outside of the tent, and someone brought in a bowl of warm white porridge, which he pushed in front of her: "Eat before you go."

Jiang Yutang picked up the bowl of white porridge, took small sips, and looked out at the dark night sky outside the tent.

Having experienced three days of gunfire and casualties, she truly understood how precious peace is. Once she returns to the modern world, she will definitely live a good life with her grandfather.

After finishing her porridge, she put down her bowl and stood up, saying, "I'm going to take care of the wounded."

As soon as I lifted the tent flap, I bumped right into someone coming from the opposite direction.

"Little sister!"

"Third Brother!" Jiang Yutang recognized the person and excitedly ran forward, grabbing his arm tightly and looking him up and down. "How are you? Are you hurt?"

Jiang Huaiyu smiled brightly, revealing a set of white teeth: "I'm fine, perfectly fine! I just came looking for you, but I didn't see you in the rescue tent. Where did you go?"

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she stammered, "I...I rested for a while in Cheng Lanzhou's tent. I was just too tired."

"Tsk."

Jiang Huaiyu frowned slightly and muttered under her breath, somewhat displeased: "He's too reckless. A man and a woman alone in a room together, it won't be good for your reputation if word gets out."

"There's nothing between us," Jiang Yutang said generously. "A clear conscience fears no accusation. It's just a place to rest; there's no need to overthink it."

Jiang Yutang stopped dwelling on the matter and instead said, "Now that the bandits have been defeated, things will be easier in the military camp when we get back. We can find a suitable time then for both of us to visit each other and resolve your issues with him once and for all."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yutang lowered her brows, her fingertips curled slightly, and she softly replied, "Eh."

When Jiang Yutang returned to the rescue tent, she saw two doctors examining the wounded one by one.

She quickly stepped forward, her face full of apology: "I'm sorry, I overslept. In the future, no matter when, just wake me up if you need anything."

The two doctors exchanged a glance, looked at her meaningfully, and waved their hands with a smile: "It's nothing serious. You've been working hard these past few days, so you can rest well."

Jiang Yutang knew they must have misunderstood something, and to avoid saying anything that might cause further trouble, she quickly changed the subject: "How are the wounded doing now?"

The older doctor sighed, his tone heavy: "Those who can be saved are basically all here; the rest... are piled up at the other end."

The war had claimed many lives, and Jiang Yutang's eyes darkened, but then she said firmly, "I will do my best to save everyone."

Another doctor shook his head and said helplessly, "It's difficult. Many soldiers' wounds have worsened and they can only be amputated, otherwise their lives will be threatened, but none of them are willing to do so."

Jiang Yutang pursed her lips, lost in thought. After a moment, she picked up her medicine box and said, "I'll go take a look."

She walked to the bedside of a soldier whose wound was festering, examined him carefully, and said with certainty, "He can still be saved."

She took out a scalpel from the medicine box, disinfected it, and quickly scraped away the necrotic flesh at the edge of the wound. Her movements were swift and efficient. She then rinsed the wound with saline solution, disinfected it with iodine, applied an antibacterial ointment, and finally fed the soldier an anti-inflammatory drug.

Two doctors stood behind her, unable to resist asking, "Is this really feasible? What if someone dies because the optimal time for amputation is missed?"