Black-bellied Bamboo Horse: Xiaoqingmei, I can't eat enough!

Chapter 920

"When this mission is over, I will train you to death!"

These were the last words Sun Haolin said to Yan Beiyue.

Yan Beiyue smiled lightly and waved to him, then stood alone at the gate of the ancestral hall.

Sun Haolin stood far away, looking at Yan Beiyue's handsome back, his heart seemed to have been polished by sandpaper.

The door of the ancestral hall was opened, and a hand holding a pistol was fixed on her head.

Through the crack in the opened door, Yan Beiyue got a glimpse of what was going on inside.

Her left hand was hanging by her side, her index finger trembling lightly and irregularly.

Morse code.

Sun Haolin's eyes tightened suddenly, he stared at Yan Beiyue's hand, silently translating her meaning in his heart.

"There are...bombs...bombs...hostages...on..."

Sun Haolin's eyes tightened, and just as he was about to continue watching, the man with the pistol pulled Yan Beiyue into the ancestral hall, and then the gate of the ancestral hall was tightly closed again.

Sun Haolin turned and left without any change in his face, but his footsteps became faster and faster. After leaving the village, he rushed into the command tent almost like a gust of wind.

Sun Haoqi looked at him and frowned: "What did you find?"

"There is a bomb on the hostage." Sweat dripped from Sun Haolin's forehead.

Sun Haoqi's eyes tightened: "Are you sure?"

"Sure." Sun Haolin nodded.

Although the news from Yan Beiyue first said "there is a bomb" and then "on the hostages", he knew what she meant and told them the more important news that there was a bomb first, so as not to be interrupted and she would not be able to send the message in time.

Finally, it was said that it was on the hostage, which was to tell him that the hostage was very dangerous.

He knows the soldiers he brought out best.

So he never doubted whether Yan Beiyue had other intentions.

Sun Haoqi's expression darkened instantly.

It's no wonder that the man looks like he has the chance to win. It turns out that he has long planned to die with them.

And Yan Beiyue is not having a good time now.

The light in the ancestral hall was very dim, and the drug lord stared at the military uniform on her body, and said with a sneer, "Special forces?"

"Military doctor." Yan Beiyue said quietly, "Where's the patient?"

"No hurry, search." The drug lord's vigilance was obviously aggravated by Yan Beiyue's clothes. He sat on the chair and looked at her like a vulture.

Yan Beiyue raised her arm, allowing them to check.

She doesn't have any weapons on her body, the only sharp blade is the scalpel that is not considered a weapon.

Just when Yan Beiyue thought that her scalpel was about to be confiscated, the drug lord waved his hand lightly and said to her: "Save her, you will live, if you can't, you will be buried with her."

Yan Beiyue looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a long-haired girl in a leather jacket and skirt lying on the table, she couldn't see her appearance clearly, she could only see her twitching from time to time.

Yan Beiyue frowned and walked over. The fur coat was pitch black, and her wound could not be seen clearly. She took out the scissors and cut off her clothes, and then her brows frowned even tighter.

On the white jade-like back, there are two blood holes oozing blood.

She was shot twice, one in the right shoulder and one in the waist.

"She needs immediate bomb removal surgery. It's too dark here. Give me some more flashlights." Yan Beiyue said, had already opened her medical bag, took out medical gloves and a mask to put on, and then took out the alcohol Begin by cleaning the skin around the wound.

"Do as she says." The drug lord raised his chin, and immediately three people surrounded him, holding a flashlight to illuminate the woman's back.

The surrounding air became quiet, and Yan Beiyue cut open the woman's skin with a scalpel.

It is destined to be much slower to perform surgery alone. As time passed by, beads of sweat began to ooze from Yan Beiyue's forehead.

A blood-stained bullet landed on the table, Yan Beiyue let out a sigh of relief, and began to sew up the wound on her waist.

She was the first to deal with the gunshot wound on the waist, which is a terrible place, the most vulnerable part of the human body with the most organs.

But it is true that this woman deserves to die, the bullet did not hit the internal organs, apart from the bleeding, there is nothing too fatal.

Yan Beiyue never expected that what was really serious was the seemingly innocuous wound on her right shoulder.

While cutting the wound to take the bomb, Yan Beiyue unexpectedly discovered...

Why is the caliber of this bullet so big!This woman's right shoulder blade was almost smashed into pieces!
Yan Beiyue uttered a foul word in her heart, raised her hand to wipe off her sweat, and her complexion began to turn pale.

She didn't know how long it took until the second bullet was taken out, so she could only guess based on experience... Maybe it would take an hour and a half anyway?

She inspected the injury on the woman's shoulder, her face was expressionless, but she couldn't help but sigh softly in her heart: This man's right arm is probably useless, and it's hard to recover from the broken joints and bones.

It's just that she really didn't dare to say it.

The drug lord also wanted to find a doctor for this woman at the critical moment of life and death, so it can be seen that the status of this woman in his heart must be extraordinary.

And Yan Beiyue...she said that she hadn't lived enough, and she didn't want to bear the anger of the drug lord at all.

She worked very hard to piece together the shoulder bones for the woman, and tried her best to give her reasonable and effective treatment while delaying the time.

This is her professional ethics as a doctor. A patient is a patient. Wait until she is done with the operation before thinking about whether to shoot her down!

Although Yan Beiyue worked very hard, such a shattered bone injury was beyond her ability. Yan Beiyue wiped off her sweat and began to stitch up the wound helplessly.

While sewing, she carefully observed the surrounding environment.

The drug lord was always holding a remote control in his hand, and several villagers who were tied together had explosives strapped to their bodies.

Yan Beiyue believed that Sun Haolin had seen the news she sent, just as Sun Haolin fully believed that the news she sent was accurate.

She... What she has to do is to keep an eye on the remote control in the drug lord's hand!
She didn't know if there were other explosives in this small ancestral hall, but that one was enough to make them difficult and laborious.

She had no doubts at all that the drug lord would detonate the bomb the moment someone from outside rushed in.

but--

No, not right.

Yan Beiyue's eyes brightened slightly.

He won't.

If he would just detonate the bomb, why did she come in and save this woman?Isn't that in vain?Both left and right are going to die, why bother to save them like this?
So... the helicopter he wanted was for this woman? !

Is she his lover or his boss? ! !

This thought flashed through Yan Beiyue's mind.

Using the light, she looked at the woman again.

She gently parted her hair, trying to see her face clearly.

(End of this chapter)