After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

Liu Fen's pupils contracted sharply as she watched Ye Zhen approach step by step, her legs trembling like a leaf.

The girl in front of me was pale, but her eyes were frighteningly cold, like a wild beast that had been awakened.

Especially the phrase "I'll chop it up for you," coupled with the trembling cleaver on the door, made Liu Fen have no doubt that she really dared to do it.

"You...you..." She was so frightened that her tongue was tied, and she couldn't utter a single word.

"roll."

Ye Zhen uttered a single word, concise and to the point.

Liu Fen felt like she'd been granted a pardon. She scrambled out of the yard, not forgetting to throw down a harsh threat before leaving: "You...you just wait! You've become lawless!"

Ye Zhen watched her fleeing figure, her eyes remaining completely unmoved.

She had seen plenty of these kinds of clowns in her past life.

Ye Guoliang and Li Cuifang, who were standing nearby, were completely stunned by their daughter's ruthless side.

Is this...is this still their cowardly and timid daughter?

"Zhenzhen, you..." Li Cuifang wanted to say something, but didn't know where to begin.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Ye Zhen looked away, feeling tired again.

These words instantly brought Li Cuifang back to reality.

"Hey! Hey! Mom's going to cook for you right away!" She rushed into the kitchen, as if only being busy could hide her unease.

Ye Zhen didn't say anything more and turned back into the house to check on Ye Cheng's condition.

His breathing became much more even, and the temperature on his forehead seemed to have dropped a little.

But Ye Zhen knew that this was only temporary.

Without antibiotics, relying solely on physical debridement carries a very high risk of infection recurrence.

In those days, penicillin was a strictly controlled prescription drug, and even township health centers might not have it.

The only solution is to go to the mountains to find herbs with natural antibacterial effects.

Instantly, images of several herbs flashed through her mind: houttuynia cordata, dandelion, and the most crucial one—Paris polyphylla.

After eating a meal of barely edible wild vegetable porridge, Ye Zhen ignored her parents' advice, shouldered a tattered bamboo basket, and went into the mountains alone.

The mountains behind Heishan Village stretch endlessly, with dense forests and trees.

Ye Zhen, relying on her advanced botanical knowledge, accurately avoided poisonous plants and quickly found houttuynia cordata and dandelion.

However, Paris polyphylla, which has the strongest heat-clearing and detoxifying effects, usually grows deep in more humid and shady dense forests.

She glanced at the sky and decided to walk further in.

The further you go in, the dimmer the light becomes, and the air is filled with the smell of decaying leaves and damp earth.

Suddenly, a faint smell of blood drifted over on the wind.

Ye Zhen paused, her professional instincts immediately putting her on alert.

The smell of blood is very fresh.

Following the scent, she parted the bushes as tall as a person and carefully walked forward for several dozen meters.

The sight before her made her pupils shrink.

A man in a military green training uniform lay on a pile of rocks by the stream, half of his body submerged in the icy water.

The stream beneath him had been stained a dark red.

Ye Zhen rushed over immediately, squatted down, and checked his carotid artery.

There was still a pulse, but it was very weak.

She quickly unbuttoned the man's clothes, and what she saw was a gruesome wound on his left chest near his armpit, as if it had been pierced by some sharp weapon, and blood was still gushing out.

The man's face was bluish-purple, and he was having extreme difficulty breathing, exhibiting a typical "three-concave sign".

Tension pneumothorax, complicated by hemothorax.

Ye Zhen made a decision instantly.

The lung was punctured, allowing air to enter the pleural cavity, causing the lung to be compressed and making it impossible to breathe. Blood vessels were also damaged, causing blood to flood the chest cavity.

Without chest decompression and hemostasis, he would die of respiratory and circulatory failure within ten minutes.

The situation is extremely critical!

Ye Zhen's brain was working at lightning speed.

There are no scalpels, no thoracentesis needles, and no drainage bottles here!

Her gaze swept around and finally settled on a bamboo stalk that had been smoothed by the stream.

Got it!

She took out the small knife she carried with her for shaving herbs, cut off a half-meter-long section of bamboo, and used the tip of the knife to sharpen one end until it was sharp and thin.

Then, she took off her coat, tore off a piece of cloth, and vigorously wiped the bamboo tube and her knife.

After doing all this, she took a deep breath, her eyes becoming focused and calm once again.

She found the gap between the man's ribs, aimed carefully, and without hesitation, stabbed the sharpened bamboo tube deep inside!

"puff--"

A stream of gas mixed with blood foam shot out from the bamboo tube, and the man's tense body instantly relaxed, his bluish-purple face also eased a little.

The pressure in my chest cavity has decreased!

But it's not over yet; the bleeding must be stopped.

She enlarged the wound with a scalpel, inserted her fingers into the warm chest cavity, and with her amazing sense of touch and anatomical knowledge, accurately felt the pulsating, ruptured intercostal artery.

She pressed her finger firmly against the bleeding point, and the blood flow immediately slowed down.

But she only had one person and two hands, and once she pressed down here, she couldn't proceed with the next step.

What should I do?

She gritted her teeth and made a bold decision.

She plucked a long hair from her head and, relying on her amazing touch and memory, used that hair as a suture thread. Guided by her fingers, she actually managed to tie a knot in the ruptured artery!

When she loosened her fingers and the bleeding had mostly stopped, Ye Zhen was drenched in cold sweat.

Just then, the man who had been unconscious suddenly let out a muffled groan, his eyelids twitched a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes a crack.

His vision was blurred, his consciousness was hazy, and he could only see a blurry face and a pair of... astonishingly bright eyes.

There was no fear or panic in those eyes, only a calm and focused understanding of everything.

Like a cold star atop a snow-capped mountain, it is serene and cold, yet carries a reassuring power.

That look was deeply imprinted on his fading consciousness.

The next second, his head lolled to the side, and he fainted completely again.

Ye Zhen had just breathed a sigh of relief when she suddenly heard a rustling sound.

Someone's coming!

Her heart tightened. Was he an enemy or a friend?

She saved this man; if it had been an enemy, she wouldn't have survived either.

She immediately grabbed her bamboo basket and knife, quickly hid behind a huge rock, and held her breath.

The footsteps grew closer, accompanied by anxious shouts.

"team leader!"

"Quick! Split up and search! The captain must be around here!"

Ye Zhen's heart was in her throat.

Judging from the way they address each other, they seem to be comrades-in-arms.

A young soldier seemed to have spotted the bloodstains and was running in that direction.

"There's blood here! Come quick!"

Ye Zhen hid behind a rock, not daring to breathe.

She's covered in blood now, and if she's discovered, there'll be no way to explain it.

Just as the soldier was about to round the rock and see her, another voice rang out.

"Found them! The captain's here!"

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it.

Through the crack in the stone, Ye Zhen saw a group of soldiers in the same uniform surround the man and hurriedly lift him onto a makeshift stretcher.

"Quickly! Contact the military hospital! Commander Gu has lost too much blood and needs immediate surgery!"

"And this... what is this? Bamboo?" A soldier pointed at the bamboo tube, his face full of shock.

"Never mind that! Let's go!"

A group of people carried a stretcher and hurriedly disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

Only when the surroundings were completely quiet did Ye Zhen lean against the rock, feeling utterly exhausted, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Commander Gu?

She frowned, not recognizing the term.

She glanced down at her blood-stained hands and decided to wash them by the stream first.

But as soon as she stood up, she kicked something hard.

It was a black leather wallet, which must have fallen from the man's clothes.

Ye Zhen picked up the wallet, opened it, and saw that in addition to a thick stack of banknotes and military ration coupons, there was also an identification document.

On the document, next to a black and white photo of a young and handsome man in profile, two words are clearly printed.

Name: Gu Zheng.