He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

But now is not the time to dwell on these things; saving Zhang Tiande's life is the most important thing. Zhang Yingying composed herself, her gaze fixed on the wound, ready to hand over any necessary tools at any moment.

Zhang Beixing carefully cleaned Zhang Tiande's chest wound with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol, his movements gentle yet efficient. As he worked, he calmly analyzed the situation: "The wound on his face is just an abrasion. Although it looks serious, it's not fatal. It's just that whether it will leave a scar or disfigure him is still uncertain. But compared to his life, these are nothing. The most dangerous thing is the gunshot wound in his chest. The bullet may have damaged internal organs, and we must remove the bullet as soon as possible."

"Hemostats!" Zhang Beixing stretched out his hand, his tone urgent.

Zhang Yingying reacted quickly, immediately grabbing a hemostat from the pile of tools and handing it over. Zhang Beixing took the tool, slightly twisted his wrist, and precisely clamped the tissue at the edge of the wound. Then he picked up a scalpel and made a small incision in the wound without hesitation—the sharp blade easily cut through the muscle, and under the stimulation of pain, the muscle tissue in Zhang Tiande's chest was still twitching slightly.

Zhang Yingying watched in horror and subconsciously turned her face away, but then she remembered that Zhang Tiande was still waiting to be saved, so she forced herself to turn back and stare intently at Zhang Beixing's movements, afraid of missing the opportunity to hand over the tools.

"Clips!" Zhang Beixing's voice rang out again.

Zhang Yingying immediately handed over a special bullet extraction clip. Zhang Beixing carefully inserted the clip into the wound, precisely clamped the bullet tip, and slowly pulled it out. A few seconds later, a bullet, streaked with blood, was removed and fell to the ground with a crisp "thud."

"Hemostatic agent!" "Gauze!" "Suture needle and thread!"

Zhang Beixing gave instructions one after another, his tone calm and swift. Every step was executed with precision and fluidity, without the slightest hesitation. His hands were astonishingly steady; whether stopping bleeding, cleaning wounds, or suturing, his movements were precise and skillful, as if he had done it a thousand times before.

Watching his skillful operation, Zhang Yingying's doubts deepened, and she couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Brother Beixing, were you a chief physician at a military hospital before? Your technique is so professional!"

Zhang Beixing didn't even turn his head, his suturing motions continuing without pause, and casually replied, "I'm only eighteen years old. Do you think a military hospital would appoint an eighteen-year-old as an attending physician?"

"Wh...what? Eighteen years old?" Zhang Yingying's eyes widened in shock. Eighteen years old? Forget being an attending physician, even a medical student would only be a freshman, not even having finished their basic courses. How could they possibly perform such a complex bullet removal surgery?
She quickly realized what was going on and asked again, "Then...then is your family a family of doctors? Did you learn medicine from your family since you were a child?"

“No, my family is in business, the kind of ‘money-grubbing’ businessmen you’re talking about. We have nothing to do with practicing medicine, and it’s not as noble as you think.” Zhang Beixing’s tone was slightly teasing, but his hands remained focused on their work.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yingying was completely stunned. A terrifying thought surfaced in her mind—if he wasn't from a medical school or a family of doctors, then where did he learn his medical skills? Could it really be... self-taught?

She couldn't hold back any longer and exclaimed, "Brother Beixing, where did you learn your medical skills? They're amazing!"

While intently stitching up Zhang Tiande's wound, Zhang Beixing replied matter-of-factly, "Oh, I learned it from a book just now. Didn't you see me flipping through the book?"

"..." Zhang Yingying was completely bewildered, standing there with her mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time. Those ten seconds of frantically flipping through the book had actually taught her such a complex first-aid skill? This was unbelievable!

Zhang Beixing noticed her distraction and glanced at her impatiently: "Stop daydreaming. Quickly check if we have any more painkillers. Give Shitou another injection. Although he's unconscious, he can still feel the pain from his wound. I'm afraid he'll bite his tongue unconsciously from the pain."

"Oh, okay!" Zhang Yingying quickly came to her senses and rummaged through the medical supplies. She soon found the last painkiller injection, skillfully drew out the medicine, bent down, and inserted it into Zhang Tiande's thigh.

Time passed slowly, and after more than ten minutes, Zhang Beixing gave Zhang Tiande medication to prevent wound infection. He then carefully checked the hemostasis of the sutures before straightening up, letting out a long sigh, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and revealing a relaxed smile: "Perfectly done! As long as there is no subsequent infection, he will recover quickly."

Zhang Yingying quickly moved closer to Zhang Tiande, carefully observing his condition. Seeing that his face was still pale and he was still unconscious, she began to worry again. She looked at Zhang Beixing awkwardly and asked, "Brother Beixing, Shitou... he might have passed out, right? Is he in any danger?"

Zhang Beixing rolled his eyes in annoyance, thinking to himself: I'm an elite military doctor, how could I possibly harm him? Is this a disrespect for my medical skills, or a disrespect for the skills the system gave me?
He pointed to Zhang Tiande's chest, his tone tinged with helplessness: "Take a closer look. His breathing is so even. How could he have fainted? It's just that the painkillers and the effects of the surgery have put him into a deep sleep temporarily. It's alright, he'll wake up once the medication wears off."

Zhang Yingying leaned closer and saw that Zhang Tiande's chest was rising and falling steadily, and her heart finally settled down.

After performing surgery on Zhang Tiande, Zhang Beixing slowly got up and stretched his stiff muscles. He then turned and walked to Xu Tianlong's side, looked down at his injured leg, and said simply, "Take off your pants."

Xu Tianlong was stunned for a moment, and an embarrassed look instantly appeared on his face. He stammered, "Brother Beixing, this...this isn't very appropriate, is it? Yingying is still here. With female soldiers around, it's inconvenient to take off your pants."

Zhang Beixing couldn't help but laugh, his tone teasing: "Either you take it off yourself, or I'll just tear it off for you. Which do you choose?"

Xu Tianlong pursed his lips, knowing that Zhang Beixing meant what he said, so he reluctantly leaned against the wall and took off his camouflage training pants, revealing the wound on his thigh.

Zhang Beixing took out a scalpel, disinfected it with alcohol, and precisely made a small incision at the wound. He quickly removed the bullet with clamps. Then, he skillfully applied hemostatic medicine, pressed with gauze to stop the bleeding, and finally sutured and bandaged the wound. The whole process was completed in one go, much faster than when he operated on Zhang Tiande. After all, Xu Tianlong's wound was only a bullet wound to the leg, which did not hit any vital organs, making it relatively simple to treat.

After the bandage was finished, Xu Tianlong carefully stood up, holding onto the wall, and tried to take a few steps forward. To his surprise, he found that the pain in his thigh wound had significantly decreased, and the bleeding had completely stopped. Apart from a slight, dull ache from the tearing of the muscles around the wound, he felt no other discomfort.

Xu Tianlong couldn't help but marvel, giving Zhang Beixing a thumbs up: "Brother Beixing, you're amazing! This technique is even better than the experts at big hospitals! I feel much better now, and I think I'll be able to walk normally again in a little while!"

Xu Tianlong was already used to Zhang Beixing's occasional displays of "superhuman" abilities—from his precise shooting skills to his miraculous tank command, and now his superb medical skills, Zhang Beixing always brought surprises, and Xu Tianlong had long since become numb to it.

About half an hour later, Zhang Tiande, who had been in a deep sleep, finally opened his eyes slowly. His eyes were still a little dazed, and he let out a weak groan.

Zhang Yingying, who had been staying by his side, immediately noticed the movement. She looked up in surprise and shouted to Zhang Beixing, "Brother Beixing, Shitou is awake! Shitou is awake!"

Hearing Zhang Yingying's exclamation, Zhang Beixing turned around...

He quickly walked back to Zhang Tiande's side, squatted down, reached out and touched the side of Shi Tou's neck. Using the methods of traditional Chinese medicine—observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation—he briefly checked his pulse and complexion before letting out a long sigh.

"Don't worry, he has passed the most dangerous period."

Zhang Tiande opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Beixing. His throat was dry and his voice was hoarse as he said, "Captain Zhang, thank you for saving my life."

Seeing that he still had the strength to speak, Zhang Beixing shook his head and chuckled dismissively: "Saying thank you isn't enough. From now on, your life will belong to me."

Zhang Tiande grinned, revealing a ferocious and terrifying smile—this was hardly surprising, given the horrifying wounds on his face. "That…that's for sure! From this day forward, my life belongs to Captain Zhang…yours!" Zhang Tiande solemnly promised.

Zhang Beixing chuckled softly and whispered, "I'm not joking. It cost me an extra 100 merit points to save you."

"Huh? What?" Zhang Tiande clearly didn't understand.

Zhang Beixing didn't intend to explain and quickly changed the subject.

“Stone, we’re from the same hometown, after all. I can’t just stand by and watch you die a heroic death right before my eyes.”

Fellow countryman?

These two words made Zhang Tiande pause slightly.

"But I heard from the captain... Zhang Beixing, aren't you from Donghai City?"

Zhang Beixing said with an air of seriousness, "Even though we are in a foreign land, aren't all Chinese people fellow countrymen?"

"That's true, hehe." Zhang Tiande forced a smile.

After saying that, Zhang Beixing added symbolically, "My hometown, which is my grandfather's hometown, is in Fengtai City, Donglu Province, just like yours."

"Alright, don't talk for now, save your energy. I only did a simple disinfection of your face, you'll need to go to the hospital for proper treatment when you get back."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Rui and the others called out again through the intermittent walkie-talkie communication.

"Team Leader Zhang, Team Leader Zhang, this is Yang Rui. Please reply upon receipt!"

Zhang Beixing lowered his head slightly and responded into the earpiece hanging on his chest: "Team Leader Yang, we have successfully broken out of the square. There are no Zaka's pursuers for the time being, but we need to evacuate as soon as possible. What's the situation on your side? Are there any wounded? Over."

After a short wait, Yang Rui immediately replied over the walkie-talkie: "Zhuang Yu is injured and unconscious, but the rest of the personnel are fine. We are currently on our way to the vehicle assembly point. How are things on your end? Over."

"The hostages have been successfully rescued. Zhang Tiande is seriously injured, while the others sustained minor injuries. We will be heading to the rendezvous point shortly. See you there. Over."

Upon learning that everyone had survived and the rescue mission had been successfully completed, Yang Rui's tone revealed his joy: "Okay, see you later!"

……

A T-72 Russian main battle tank broke through the blockade of the town of Basem with overwhelming force, relying on its superior firepower from cannon shells and anti-aircraft machine guns.

The tank compartment had limited space and could not accommodate all personnel. Only one driver and one gunner remained. The wounded were placed inside the tank compartment, while the rest of the personnel clung to the tank's external armor.

The main battle tanks sped off at full throttle, their tracks roaring as they rolled across the Gobi Desert, hurtling towards the outskirts of the city.

"Chirp—!"

A cry of an eagle pierced the sky, and a dark shadow swept past overhead.

Li Erniu, who was lying on the top of the tank, looked up at the sky and scratched his head in confusion: "Brother Beixing, has that eagle in the sky been following us since just now?"

Zhang Beixing looked up at the sky. Due to the sandstorm, the sky was a hazy yellow, and the clouds were torn apart by the gale, hanging like messy cotton wool in the sky. A strong eagle was soaring and circling high above the tank, weaving through the clouds.

Li Erniu muttered to himself, "I've heard that foreigners also train eagles. Could this eagle be a scout sent by Zaka to track us down?"

Zhang Beixing slowly stroked his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face: "We've taken down Zaka's temporary base; it would be strange if they let us go so easily."

Zhang Yingying, who was on the roof of the car next to her, had a soft heart and muttered to herself, "Although we rescued Deng Mei, I still saw many innocent women in the hostage camp..."

Zhang Beixing glanced at her and said calmly, "We should act within our capabilities. Perhaps we have the ability to rescue everyone, but what happens after we do? Such a large target will definitely be hunted down. Are you capable of protecting them? Although they have suffered in the hostage camp, at least they can survive for now."

Zhang Yingying didn't know who was right or wrong, and fell silent after hearing Zhang Beixing's words. As a female soldier, she was indeed more emotional than the male soldiers in some ways, but even so, she had to admit that even her own survival was incredibly difficult—Shi Tou had almost sacrificed himself just now, and she really didn't have the ability to protect so many hostages.

Zhang Beixing's words make sense.

Looking at the eagle hovering overhead for a long time, Li Erniu finally couldn't hold back any longer. He raised his gun, aimed at the sky, and volunteered: "Brother Beixing, should I shoot it down?"

Gu Shun, standing nearby, couldn't help but sneer, "Your rifle isn't up to par; don't accidentally shoot yourself. Leave it to me, the sniper." With that, he raised his sniper rifle and waved his hand, "Li Dong, lock onto its location!"

"Why are you fighting? This is our capable helper."

Zhang Beixing helplessly waved his hand, stopping Li Erniu and Gu Shun from firing. Having witnessed Zhang Beixing's sniper skills firsthand, Gu Shun was exceptionally compliant and immediately lowered his sniper rifle with a smile. (End of Chapter)