He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Just then, a "whoosh" sounded in the distance, and a rocket, trailing a long plume of flame, flew towards the earthen building. With a deafening roar, it shattered a wall on the second floor, sending debris and dust flying everywhere. Under the cover of the smoke and dust, the terrorists downstairs launched another attack. Several bullets pierced through the damaged wall, one of which struck Zhang Tiande precisely in the chest!
Blood gushed from the wound instantly, staining his combat uniform red. Zhang Tiande groaned, his hand gripping the gun began to tremble. He struggled to raise his weapon to fight back, but his body staggered uncontrollably, falling heavily to the ground. The pain in his chest made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

On the other side, Zhang Yingying had just injected hemostatic agent into Xu Tianlong's leg wound. Xu Tianlong, enduring the pain, took the light machine gun Zhang Yingying handed him and took her place as machine gunner. He leaned against the wall, propped the machine gun on the broken windowsill, and sharply scanned the stairwell. Whenever a terrorist tried to rush up, he would immediately pull the trigger. The dense bullets repeatedly repelled the enemy, and the stairwell was soon piled high with the corpses of terrorists.

Ignoring her own breath, Zhang Yingying rushed to Zhang Tiande's side. Seeing his face covered in blood and in excruciating pain, her eyes instantly welled up with tears. She frantically pulled a hard candy from her pocket, trembling as she unwrapped it and carefully placed it in Zhang Tiande's mouth, her voice trembling with sobs: "Brother Shitou, eat this candy! Eating this candy will make it stop hurting!"

At this moment, the sedative had not yet fully taken effect. Zhang Tiande was in so much pain that he could barely speak, but he still managed to open his mouth and put the candy in it. He forced a smile, revealing a bloody and mangled face. Although his appearance was ferocious and terrifying, it also showed a tenacious spirit of not giving up.

Seeing Zhang Tiande's state, Zhang Yingying's emotions completely erupted. She grabbed the light machine gun that Zhang Tiande had dropped, rushed to the window, and unleashed a frenzied barrage of fire at the terrorists below. Bullets whistled through the air, and screams echoed from below, but Zhang Yingying showed no sign of stopping. Tears streamed down her face; she only wanted to vent her anger and fear with bullets.

"I'm out of bullets!" Xu Tianlong suddenly shouted. His hand holding the machine gun dropped; the chamber was empty, the continuous firing had already exhausted the ammunition.

Hearing this, Zhang Yingying's eyes reddened even more. She continued to pull the trigger, but before long, the light machine gun in her hand also made a "click-click-click" sound—the bullets were all gone.

With her weapon rendered useless, the terrorists downstairs began to close in again, their footsteps and shouts growing ever closer. Zhang Yingying could no longer contain herself and screamed hoarsely into the radio, "Shitou is injured! He's badly injured! We need backup! Where are you?"

There was a moment of silence on the radio channel, followed by Lu Chen's tired voice, tinged with helplessness: "Yingying, try to stop Shitou's bleeding first. Zhuang Yu was also shot, and I'm treating his wounds right now, so I can't leave for the time being!"

With their weapons and ammunition exhausted and no medical support available, a profound despair enveloped the three men in the earthen building. Xu Tianlong leaned against the wall, looking at Zhang Tiande, whose chest was bleeding profusely, and said in a hoarse voice, "Shitou, hold on, we'll definitely get reinforcements!"

Zhang Tiande shook his head with difficulty, his breathing growing weaker and weaker. He looked at Xu Tianlong and Zhang Yingying, and with his last bit of strength said, "Go...you guys go quickly...don't worry about me..."

"We'll go together, we'll die together! I will never abandon you!" Zhang Yingying immediately interrupted him, her tone firm, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her fear.

However, before she could finish speaking, a loud "boom" suddenly came from outside, and then the dense gunfire below the window instantly ceased. Zhang Yingying and Xu Tianlong were both stunned, exchanging bewildered glances, not knowing what had happened.

Zhang Yingying cautiously approached the window and peered through the broken wall. She saw a main battle tank slowly approaching, the rumbling of its tracks growing louder until it finally stopped below the earthen building. The tank hatch opened, and Zhang Beixing, Xu Hong, and Zhang Nengliang poked their heads out one after the other. This makeshift tank crew, under Zhang Beixing's methodical and precise command, with Xu Hong's superb driving skills skillfully maneuvering the tank to evade enemy attacks, and gunner Zhang Nengliang aiming precisely, each shell effectively striking the enemy, swept across the square, almost completely annihilating the terrorists along the way.

After successfully rescuing Li Erniu and confirming that he and Deng Mei were safe, Zhang Beixing immediately received Zhang Yingying's distress signal via radio. Without hesitation, he directed the tanks to rush towards the Tulou. After a rapid journey, they finally arrived at the most crucial moment.

Zhang Nengliang jumped off the tank, dusted himself off, and walked triumphantly to Zhang Beixing's side. He raised his chin, his tone full of self-praise: "How about that? Brother Beixing, wasn't my shot powerful enough? I wiped out all those guys surrounding the earthen building in one go, without giving them a chance to react!"

Zhang Beixing had no time to pay him any attention—he was focused on the window of the earthen building, worried about the safety of the three people inside. In his opinion, Zhang Nengliang was the kind of kid who would become arrogant with the slightest bit of encouragement; he had only performed normally on the battlefield once, and his confidence had skyrocketed.

Zhang Beixing took a book on battlefield medical first aid from the tank's storage compartment, stuffed it into his pocket, and then immediately jumped out of the tank's engine room. He left Xu Hong and Zhang Nengliang with the words, "You stay where you are, keep watch, and prevent any escapees," before grabbing his gun and running quickly toward the Tulou.

Hearing familiar footsteps, Xu Tianlong and Zhang Yingying peeked out from inside the Tulou and saw that it was Zhang Beixing. Their hearts, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly settled down. They breathed a long sigh of relief, as if they had been reborn, and their faces showed expressions of great relief.

Zhang Beixing strode up to the second floor and immediately saw Xu Tianlong leaning against the wall. His gaze swept over Xu Tianlong's injured leg, and his brows furrowed slightly, but he did not stop. He walked straight past Xu Tianlong and headed towards Zhang Tiande.

Xu Tianlong was stunned for a moment, a strange sense of grievance welling up inside him—his leg was also injured, not fatally, but he had lost a lot of blood, and Zhang Beixing hadn't even offered a word of comfort, just walking right past him? Looking at Zhang Beixing's retreating figure, he suddenly felt like an abandoned "little wife," muttering to himself: This is too much of a neglect! I'm injured too, for goodness' sake…

Zhang Beixing, oblivious to Xu Tianlong's minor emotional outburst, went straight to the heavily wounded Zhang Tiande, knelt down, and carefully examined his injuries. Xu Tianlong's leg wound, while requiring treatment, wasn't too serious; the shrapnel could be removed and bandaged later. Zhang Tiande, however, suffered not only facial injuries but also a fatal gunshot wound to the chest. Blood was still gushing out, and his breathing was growing increasingly weak; immediate first aid was crucial, or his life would be in imminent danger.

Zhang Tiande leaned against the main beam of the house, his face and chest stained with blood, which had begun to congeal on the ground, a gruesome sight. Zhang Beixing withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhang Yingying, who was still wiping away tears. He couldn't help but purse his lips, his tone both reassuring and reassuring: "Stop wailing, I'm here, he won't die."

Zhang Yingying looked up at Zhang Beixing in a daze, her eyes filled with doubt and surprise, her voice trembling slightly: "Brother Beixing, you...you know medicine?"

“Not now,” Zhang Beixing said casually, pulling out a book titled “Battlefield Medical First Aid Knowledge” from his pocket and quickly flipping through the pages. Without looking up, he added, “But I’ll learn in a bit. Wait for me, I’ll find a way to stop the bleeding soon.” Zhang Yingying was completely stunned by this. She opened her mouth and let out a confused “Huh?”, her eyes full of bewilderment—what did he mean by “Not now, but I’ll learn in a bit”? Could medical skills really be learned by cramming and reading a few pages of a book?

What do you mean you can't do it now? You'll learn it in a little while!

Zhang Yingying was filled with questions, but Zhang Beixing didn't offer any further explanation. Instead, he sat down cross-legged in front of Zhang Tiande and her. He took out the book "Battlefield Medical First Aid Knowledge" from his pocket, his fingertips gently tracing the edges of the pages, his eyes instantly becoming focused.

Zhang Yingying stood to the side, supporting the weak-breathing Zhang Tiande, her eyes fixed on Zhang Beixing, her heart filled with unease. She simply couldn't understand how Zhang Beixing could still be in the mood to sit down and read a book at this critical moment. Did he really intend to learn first aid skills from a book in just a few minutes?
Just as Zhang Yingying was lost in thought, Zhang Beixing silently uttered "Super Acceleration" in his mind. The next second, a mysterious and wondrous power enveloped him, as if pulling him away from the noisy battlefield and transporting him into a star-studded void. All the sounds around him vanished, leaving only him and the book in his hands. His mind was at unprecedented peace and immersion, and the words on the pages seemed to come alive, continuously flooding into his mind.

Zhang Yingying frowned instantly as she watched Zhang Beixing engrossed in his book. She couldn't help but mutter to herself: "What kind of time is this? Why is he reading 'Battlefield Medical First Aid'? Even if he studied medicine before, this last-minute review won't be enough to save Shi Tou!"

“Brother Beixing, this is no time for jokes!” Zhang Yingying’s voice trembled with anxiety. “I know you may have studied medicine, but Shitou’s injuries are so severe. If we delay any longer, it will really be too late!” She subconsciously thought that Zhang Beixing must have a medical background, but he hadn’t practiced in a long time, which was why he needed to look up books to recall his knowledge. However, when she saw how fast Zhang Beixing was flipping through the book, she was completely stunned.

The pages flipped rapidly in Zhang Beixing's hands, the rustling sound particularly clear in the quiet earthen building. The contents were almost invisible to the naked eye; even the page numbers were blurred, double images. Zhang Yingying stared in disbelief, her anxiety reaching its peak—how could he possibly absorb anything at such a fast pace? What difference did this make from simply flipping through a book randomly? Was Shitou's life destined to be wasted like this?

She couldn't help but want to speak up and dissuade him, but seeing Zhang Beixing's focused expression, she swallowed her words. She could only clench her fists tightly and silently pray that Zhang Beixing really had a way to save Zhang Tiande.

Just ten seconds later, a clear and reassuring notification sound rang in Zhang Beixing's mind, as comforting as heavenly music: "Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully extracting the elite-level medical proficiency skill!"

Immediately afterwards, a detailed attribute panel appeared in his mind:

Name: Zhang Beixing
Physique: 52
Power: 46
Speed: 37
Skills: Proficiency in all firearms, Disguise, Hacking, Spider-Sense, Bomb Disposal, Medical Skills (New)

Backpack: Super Soldier Serum (99% fusion rate...)
Titles: King of Dogs, Master Thief, King of Birds, King of Land Warfare (New)

Evaluation: Elite military doctor

Zhang Beixing slowly came to his senses. The chaotic medical knowledge in his mind instantly became clear and organized. From wound treatment to the steps of emergency surgery, everything was as familiar as if it were engraved in his mind. He let out a long sigh, and his temperament subtly changed. His original sharpness was replaced by a bit more composure, and his eyes also showed a hint of a doctor's calmness.

He looked down at the dying Zhang Tiande, his brows furrowed, and muttered softly, "It cost me 100 merit points to learn this medical skill. You mustn't give up and die like this, or all my merit points will have been wasted."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Beixing abruptly raised his head, his eyes sharp as knives, and said in a deep voice, "Start the surgery!"

Zhang Yingying, who was standing to the side, was still worried about how fast he was flipping through the book. When she saw him suddenly get up to prepare tools, she didn't react for a moment. Her eyes were full of resentment. He was just flipping through the book at a fast pace, and now he says he needs to have surgery. Isn't that too hasty?
But when Zhang Beixing kept pulling out medical supplies and medicines from his backpack, Zhang Yingying was completely stunned. Hemostats, scalpels, sutures, alcohol, hemostatic drugs, gauze, painkillers... all kinds of first aid supplies were laid out on the ground, so complete that it was comparable to a small mobile medical station.

Xu Tianlong, who was sitting on the floor not far away, was also dumbfounded and couldn't help but mutter, "Brother Beixing, I'm not trying to be sarcastic, but is your backpack a bottomless pit? How come it has everything?"

While organizing medical supplies, Zhang Beixing said without turning his head, "Who doesn't get injured on the battlefield? I prepared these first aid supplies when I left the military region. Better safe than sorry."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Zhang Yingying, who was still in a daze, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Don't just stand there, come over and give me a hand, help me pass the tools."

"Oh, okay!" Zhang Yingying quickly came to her senses and walked to his side. The doubt and worry in her eyes had not completely disappeared, but she still obediently prepared to cooperate.

Zhang Beixing took a deep breath, grabbed the collar of Zhang Tiande's bulletproof camouflage uniform with both hands, and ripped it open with a "rip"—revealing the wound on Zhang Tiande's chest. Zhang Yingying was stunned, subconsciously swallowing hard—tearing a bulletproof uniform with bare hands, that's incredible strength! (End of Chapter)