An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 283 "Remember to go get it!"

It rained all night again last night, washing away several cables and scattering them. The reconnaissance squad assisted the engineering squad in repairing them overnight, and they were finally done by dawn.

Huo Qingshan arrived at the observation station with environmental noise samples more than ten minutes later than usual.

A little while after sunrise, the fog had mostly dissipated, and the damp wind carrying the pungent smell of grass and leaves wafted through the air, along with a slight chill unique to the area after the rain.

As soon as the man entered the restricted area of ​​the observation post, his gaze passed over the swollen sandbag bunkers on the ground, and in the distance, he saw Ayu hurriedly pulling a burly, dark-skinned man by the arm and running towards the listening room.

Huo Qingshan immediately sensed something was wrong and quickened his pace, his rubber shoes splashing water as they churned through the puddles.

Inside the room, Meng Youyou was lying face down on the table, her face flushed red like a boiled shrimp. She kept rubbing her chest with one hand to catch her breath, her breathing was heavy, and she occasionally let out intermittent sobs. She looked extremely uncomfortable.

Zhang Dalei squatted down in front of the table, first quickly checking Meng Youyou's pulse, then he took out a flashlight and pried open her eyelids to examine her pupils.

Ayu, watching anxiously from the side, asked, "Brother Dalei, what's wrong with Sister Xiaomeng...?" Before she could finish speaking, a tall figure rushed into the listening room and was already in front of her in less than a second.

Huo Qingshan quickly glanced at Meng Youyou, then looked at the other two and asked, "Has she taken any medication or eaten any food of unknown origin within the past hour?"

Zhang Dalei, who was standing to the side, quickly replied, "Comrade Xiao Meng received an intramuscular injection of penicillin half an hour ago."

At 5 a.m. this morning, the mule caravan delivered the latest batch of supplies to the observation post, including a vial of penicillin.

Huo Qingshan frowned deeply. He recalled that last night, the rear had indeed taken advantage of the rainy night to send an extra batch of medical supplies to the front line.

Once the medicines arrived, the military doctor strictly followed the standard procedures to distribute them to the designated list, and then immediately called in the mule and horse team to deliver them to the corresponding locations.

Meng Youyou was among those allocated this batch of supplies.

Although Zhang Dalei was originally a cook, he had received extensive battlefield first aid training before the war and had rich practical experience. At this critical moment, he clearly understood that Comrade Xiao Meng was allergic to penicillin.

It's important to understand that in this place, penicillin allergy is no small matter. Once it occurs, its fatality rate is no less than that of a bullet wound, the most deadly injury on the front lines, and it's even more critical than the golden time for resuscitation from hemorrhagic shock after being shot. Generally speaking, the threshold time for irreversible organ damage caused by penicillin allergy is only thirty minutes. In severe cases, from shock to cardiac arrest, it often takes less than an hour.

"I asked Xiao Meng, and she said she's not allergic to penicillin." Faced with the current situation, he was a bit confused, unable to figure out where the problem lay. He muttered to himself, half-reviewing the situation, "I also did a skin test, and I remember there was no reaction!"

He slapped his forehead hard, his voice filled with regret: "I...I only dared to use a whole gun then."

Huo Qingshan interrupted him: "Does the observation post have adrenaline or dexamethasone right now?"

Zhang Dalei understood his intention, but could only shake his head helplessly, "We're out of stock. We ran out last week and haven't been able to replenish it."

Upon hearing this, the man's gaze darkened further. After a brief silence, he turned his attention to Xiong Ayou, who was standing to the side, and quickly instructed, "Contact the rescue team immediately and have them wait for the team at the exit of the trench in Area A4."

Ayu realized what was happening, hurriedly nodded in agreement, and immediately sat down in front of the radio to prepare to initiate a communication.

Then, Huo Qingshan glanced at Zhang Dalei quickly and said in an unquestionable commanding tone, "You come with me down the mountain to transfer the wounded."

As he spoke, he reached out to pull Meng Youyou's arm, bending down slightly to lift her onto his back.

Seeing this, Zhang Dalei quickly stepped forward and helped lift him onto his back.

Just as he was about to step out the door, the man paused, turned back to Xiong Ayou's focused back, and roughly instructed, "This place is now in your hands. Hold the line no matter what, understand?" "Yes, Platoon Leader Huo!" Ayou sat in the chair and gave a very serious salute to the three figures receding into the distance outside the window.

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Rain started falling again, as if it were a continuation of last night's unfinished rain.

Large swaths of clouds gathered in a rush, and the sun, which had only peeked out in the east, was quickly obscured, making the sky increasingly gloomy, as if it had skipped an entire day and plunged headlong into the next night.

Large raindrops pelted Meng Youyou’s face, the back of her hands, and all her exposed skin, the icy chill bringing her back to her senses.

Meng Youyou slowly opened her eyes, prying them open a crack, but everything in front of her seemed to be rushing backward.

The green grass, the dark brown tree shadows, and the black mud all turned into blurry patches of color, and none of them could be clearly seen.

The sky was gray, the rain was slanted, and everything seemed to be receding and flashing past. Only the person beneath her stood frozen in her eyes, his sharp jawline unchanging.

He ran incredibly fast, and the rugged mountain path didn't slow him down at all. The bumpy ride made Meng Youyou feel nauseous, and her forehead kept hitting his sunken shoulder.

For some reason, the person's body temperature was unusually high, burning hot. It was warming her chest, radiating a stubborn warmth, while her back was soaked by the icy rain. The contrast between the hot and cold sensations seemed to seep into her very bones.

Although it was a path leading downhill, Meng Youyou felt as if she were climbing a mountain peak, at such a high altitude that she repeatedly experienced oxygen deprivation, and her breathing was gradually becoming thinner and thinner.

Suddenly, Meng Youyou remembered the conversation that had taken place between them the day before—he had asked her the hypothetical question of if he could only live one more day in this world.

Without thinking, she naturally asked him in return, "What if it were me?"
Looking back now, it really was a bit of a jinx.

She called out to him, "Huo Qingshan." Her voice was not only soft but also extremely hoarse, as if her throat had been poisoned. Meng Youyou could clearly feel something swelling out of thin air in her throat, like clusters of dried wood ear mushrooms soaking together, squeezing the very limited space and robbing her of her breath.

Forcing herself to speak at this moment would only make her feel worse, but she had something very important to tell him.

Noticing the movement, the man didn't stop for a moment, only glancing at her slightly before quickly looking back at the road beneath his feet.

Meng Youyou knew he had heard her, so she moved her head closer to his ear and slowly uttered a few words: "Under my bed...in the box...there is a bottle...of yellow peaches."

She tried hard to finish her sentence: "That was our chief of staff's reward for me... for discovering the authentic... prize. I was going to give it to you yesterday, but we had a fight... and I forgot about it."

"You remember...go and get it!"

Suddenly, the man's arm tightened, his knuckles digging into the flesh of her knees, causing a slight pain. His pace quickened, and then Meng Youyou heard him reply fiercely, "I don't want it! You can keep it for yourself when you get back!"

How fierce! I don't know who it was that said so gently yesterday that they "especially liked" her.

The next second, the man stepped into some pothole and stumbled. Meng Youyou swayed and almost slipped out of his arms, but he caught her with even tighter force in an instant.

"Hey, you're squeezing me too tight," she complained, then... fell silent.

Huo Qingshan felt a sudden weight on his right shoulder, as if something heavy had hit him, and then there was no further movement.