I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

Chen Zheng wrapped his arms around An Ran's back, pulling her into his embrace, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

She could even hear her heartbeat.

I don't know if it belongs to Chen Zheng or to her.

"You...you let me go..."

An Ran's voice was very soft and sounded completely unconvincing.

Her hand pressed against Chen Zheng's chest, trying to push him away, but her body betrayed her.

On this cold, rainy night, this man's embrace was so important.

"Behave yourselves," Chen Zheng said in a low voice. "As long as we're alright, they'll be alright too."

Upon hearing the mention of Ram and the others, An Ran stopped struggling.

Forget it.

Just think of it as being given a bear hug.

Anyway, no one saw it.

"So sleepy..."

As her surroundings improved, Anran's accumulated fatigue from the day finally overwhelmed her, and she soon fell into a deep sleep.

Feeling the person in his arms finally quiet down, Chen Zheng finally had time to calm himself down and look down at the camp.

The rain was still falling, showing no sign of stopping.

The situation below seems really bad.

……

On the muddy ground.

The situation for the three of them is getting worse.

Although Yao Yao and Jianpan were cold, they were still able to stay awake, and the two hugged each other and rubbed their arms.

But Ram, who was the backbone of the group, became unusually quiet at this moment.

She leaned against the tree root, her head bowed, her body no longer trembling, but frighteningly hot.

"Ram? Ram, what's wrong?"

Keyboard sensed something was wrong and reached out to push her.

With that push, the hand on the keyboard jerked back.

"She's burning up! She has a fever!"

In the flash of lightning, Yao Yao covered her mouth in terror.

The bandaged wound on Ram's left arm was now swollen high.

The original strip of cloth had dug into the flesh, and the surrounding skin was red, swollen, and shiny.

Rainwater mixed with mud soaked the wound, which is fatal for an open wound.

I got infected, and the acute infection caused a high fever.

"Ram! Wake up! Don't sleep!"

Yao Yao shook Ram's shoulders desperately, her voice trembling with tears.

Ram struggled to lift her eyelids, her gaze unfocused and unable to concentrate.

Her lips were dry, cracked, and peeling, moving slightly as if she wanted to say something.

Yao Yao quickly put her ear closer.

"Lamu, what did you say? Do you want some water?"

Amidst the torrential rain, Ram's weak and indistinct voice came intermittently:

"ox……"

"The cow... ran away..."

"Father... hurry and chase after them... the cow has run away..."

Yao Yao and the keyboard exchanged a glance, their hearts sinking.

It’s over.

This is burnt out.

In this primitive jungle where medical care is scarce, facing this level of wound infection and high fever.

If not dealt with promptly, Ram might really...

……

The stalemate continued until dawn, when the downpour finally subsided.

With a blank expression, Keyboard reached out and checked Ram's carotid artery, then looked at the festering wound.

"Bad news."

"It's a systemic inflammatory response triggered by high fever, coupled with a severe bacterial infection."

"Without antibiotics or surgical debridement, simply enduring it..."

The keyboard paused for a moment, and I looked up at the still gloomy sky above.

"About 4 hours, maybe less."

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Yao Yao whirled around, her eyes red, and yelled at the keyboard, "Lam isn't dead yet!"

While crying, Yao Yao frantically grabbed handfuls of wet banana leaves from the ground and covered Lamu's head with them, trying to cool her down.

No matter how much she wiped, Ram's body temperature didn't drop at all; in fact, it kept rising.

That carefree Tibetan girl is now lying limply, motionless, unable to even groan.

Keyboard looked at Yao Yao's actions, opened its mouth, but finally lowered its head.

"We're in a dead end. There's nothing we can do but wait for the instructor to come and rescue us, and then we'll be taken out of Mulan."

"I can even imagine him saying something like 'luck is also part of ability'."

After saying that, Jianpan sat down heavily in the muddy water, covered his head with his hands, and refused to look at the scene anymore.

Yao Yao was still crying, her tears mixed with sweat, dripping onto Ram's burning face.

The trio fell into a deathly silence.

……

High up.

On the branches of the giant tree.

Anran, who had just woken up, gripped the tree bark tightly, blood seeping from her fingertips.

Through the binoculars, she could clearly see Ram's distorted face and his swollen, festering arm.

Even from this distance, she could almost smell the stench of decay.

An Ran had undergone rigorous training, and she knew what that meant.

septicemia.

"That's enough..."

An Ran suddenly turned around and grabbed Chen Zheng by the collar.

This time, she didn't hold back.

Chen Zheng was pulled so hard by her that he swayed, but he only frowned slightly and looked down at the trembling woman.

An Ran's eyes were bloodshot and red.

"Chen Zheng! How long are you going to keep watching?!"

"You didn't even tell me I was asleep, and you just watched me all night!"

"Ram is dying! Can't you see?!"

She shook Chen Zheng violently.

"Help!"

"Now! Right now! Take her out!"

Chen Zheng let her hold him, his eyes revealing no emotion.

"This is war."

"In real combat, if your teammate is injured and infected, would you abandon the mission for her sake, expose the entire team's location, and then everyone die together?"

"Fuck your mission!"

An Ran cursed, loosened Chen Zheng's collar, and turned to jump down from the tree.

"If you won't save them, I will! At worst, I'll quit being a soldier, and I'll quit being a captain too!"

"I want to go down and be with them, even if I have to carry her on my back and crawl out!"

She couldn't bear to watch Ram die in front of her; she was her sister.

Just as An Ran's body was halfway out of the tree trunk...

A large hand gripped the back of her neck tightly.

"Let me go!"

An Ran struggled with all her might and swung her elbow at Chen Zheng's ribs.

boom!

Chen Zheng caught her elbow strike with one hand and leaned forward with the momentum.

An Ran was once again pinned down and unable to move.

Looking at her red eyes, Chen Zheng couldn't help but sigh.

After all, we can't actually cause someone to die.

"I'll let go of you, but don't move. I'll give them a chance."

Chen Zheng released his grip on her and took a half-step back. An Ran immediately began to gasp for breath.

An Ran stared blankly as he reached into the inner pocket of his ghillie suit.

He took out two things.

A red signal flare and a small metal box about the size of a palm.

"What is this?" An Ran sniffed, looking at him with some confusion.

"A choice." Chen Zheng's lips curled slightly. "There's a powerful antibiotic, a fever reducer, and glucose in here."

Upon hearing this, An Ran's eyes lit up instantly, and she reached out to snatch it.

"Give me!"

Chen Zheng raised his hand, avoiding hers.

"Don't rush."

"If they want to survive, they have to fight for it themselves."