A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

Yunnan-Vietnam border, Hill No. 3.

Ding Jiahe knelt there, looking at the person under the white sheet who would never move again.

That emotion enveloped her, suffocating her.

My hands were still trembling, my tears had dried, and all that remained was an emptiness, an emptiness that stretched from my chest to my limbs.

I don't know how much time passed.

"doctor.."

A weak voice sounded behind her. Ding Jiahe did not react.

"doctor..."

The sound was a little louder, with a panting quality, as if it were being squeezed out from deep in the throat.

Ding Jiahe turned around to find the source of the sound.

A young soldier leaned against the stretcher, his face deathly pale and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He pressed one hand tightly against his left abdomen, and the blood seeping from between his fingers had congealed into a dark red color.

Ding Jiahe's legs moved before her brain did.

She rushed over, knelt beside him, and placed her hand on his wrist. His pulse was rapid and his heart rate was at least 120.

With her other hand, she lifted the hand that was pressing on his abdomen. The gauze was already soaked with blood, and fresh red blood was still seeping out from the edges.

"When did you get hurt?" she asked as she cut open the gauze.

"It's past midnight..." his voice trailed off, "They said it was a minor injury... and told me to wait..."

Ding Jiahe didn't speak. The gauze was removed, and she glanced at it, her heart sinking.

The wound was small but deep, located in the lower left abdomen, with dark red blood clots around the edges, a sign of internal bleeding.

"Do you feel nauseous? Do you feel like throwing up?"

"Um.."

Are you feeling dizzy?

"Um..."

Ding Jiahe placed her hand on his abdomen and pressed down gently. He shuddered and let out a muffled groan.

"Does it hurt here?"

He nodded.

Ding Jiahe stood up, turned around and shouted, "Stretcher! Carry him inside, quick!"

Several people rushed over and quickly lifted the person onto a stretcher.

Ding Jiahe ran alongside, shouting as she went, "Prepare for intravenous access, Ringer's solution, quick!"

Inside the tent, she put on gloves and bent down to examine his abdomen.

Percussion reveals dullness... There is fluid accumulation in the abdominal cavity.

Auscultation revealed the absence of bowel sounds.

"Intra-abdominal bleeding, suspected splenic rupture." She didn't look up, her voice steady and quick. "Prepare blood, prepare for exploratory laparotomy."

The nurse next to him paused for a moment, then said, "Dr. Ding, the blood bank doesn't have much blood left..."

"We have to open it even if there's no blood." She had already started disinfecting. "Open it up, find the bleeding point, clamp it down first. Be quick!"

The operating lights came on.

When the knife slashed down, the soldier was already in a semi-conscious state.

Ding Jiahe's hands were very steady as she cut open layer by layer. The moment the peritoneum opened, dark red blood gushed out.

"A magnet!"

The machine hummed as it sucked away the blood. She reached in, searching for the bleeding point in the pool of blood.

found it.

The lower pole of the spleen is torn and is still bleeding.

"Hemostats"

Clamp it, clamp it again, clamp it again.

The bleeding has stopped.

She straightened up, exhaled, and then realized that her back was covered in sweat.

The nurse next to him began to clean the abdominal cavity, preparing to close the abdomen.

She stood there, looking at the young, pale face, at the heart rate stabilizing on the monitor, and at the blood pressure gradually rising.

She saved him.

She took off her blood-stained gloves and threw them into the bucket.

He turned and walked out of the tent.

In the distance, there were still sporadic artillery shots, muffled and like blows to the heart.

She stood at the tent entrance, looked down at her hands, and saw that they were no longer trembling and were very steady.

She clenched her fists and took a deep breath.

That day, she was treating several wounded soldiers at the field medical station.

Fractures, excessive blood loss, pneumothorax, shrapnel wounds...

She sewed, she tied, she pressed, and she kept her eyes fixed on the still-beating pulses.

She ultimately managed to pull those people back from the brink of death.

When Ding Jiahe returned to the military medical rest camp, she had no strength left.

My arms are sore from the shoulders to my fingertips because of the frequent and prolonged cardiopulmonary resuscitation I did today. Every bone is aching, and even taking off my clothes has to be done in several steps.

She leaned against the bed and took the photo out of her breast pocket.

Even if the people and light and shadow in the photo are already etched in my mind.

But she would still take it out frequently, and because of the frequent handling, the new photo had some noticeable creases.

She watched for a while.

He pressed the photo to his chest, then picked it up and rubbed it between his fingers.

Then I looked at it again, and so on, over and over again...

It never left my hand.

She let out a long sigh.

After calling Ye Wenxi on the first day of the Lunar New Year, she managed to contact Wang Hao again.

"Um... I need your help with something," Ding Jiahe muttered, coming up with an excuse.

"Dr. Ding, please advise whether it's like climbing a mountain of knives or wading through a sea of ​​fire?"

Ding Jiahe couldn't hold back and laughed, her eyes and brows softening.

The matter was just an excuse; she knew Wang Hao was worried about her, and she also knew that she missed him.

Wang Hao always had a smile on his face when he was in front of Ding Jiahe.

When he laughs, the left corner of his mouth turns up higher, revealing a slightly protruding little tiger tooth.

Ding Jiahe stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly teased him:

"Why do you only have one canine tooth?"

Wang Hao paused for a moment, then said in a serious tone:

"Because the other one fell off laughing."

Ding Jiahe was stunned, then laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

She gasped for breath and said, "That's such a pity, I think I haven't grown up yet."

Wang Hao watched her laugh, and his grin widened even further.

"This one was saved for you."

Ding Jiahe glared at him: "Hmph...you smooth talker."

Wang Hao said earnestly, "Really, just smile if you don't believe me."

Ding Jiahe was puzzled. What did this have to do with her laughing?

She tried to lift her head and smiled slightly.

That smile wasn't forced, but it was like a gentle breeze in early spring, blowing softly and carrying warmth.

The spring breeze caught Wang Hao's eye, and he smiled unconsciously again.

That little fang has reappeared.

Ding Jiahe was stunned for a moment.

She suddenly realized that what he meant by "saving it for you" was true.

When she smiled, her canine tooth appeared.

The tiger teeth weren't hers, but they were 'activated' by her smile.

A blush rose on Ding Jiahe's face, and her eyes seemed to sparkle like stars.

Wang Hao's smile and his tiger teeth brought a touch of warmth and vitality to Ding Jiahe's dull and boring life.

Her previously tense and numb heart was gently stirred.

Like a river frozen for a whole winter, hearing the first crack of ice.

Her smile, his little tiger teeth.

Like a button, it fits perfectly into the buttonhole.

From then on, whenever she smiled, she would think of him.

When he smiled, she shared in his joy.

The two didn't talk much on the phone that day.

Battlefield phone calls have time limits; every second is counted.

But Wang Hao's sweet mood and unconcealed laughter overflowed from the other end of the phone, seeping into her ear through the wire.

She hung up the phone, stood there stunned for a moment, a smile still lingering on her lips.

Ding Jiahe pulled herself out of her memories with Wang Hao.

A muffled sound of artillery fire came from afar, like thunder, yet not quite, rolling across the horizon.

She didn't know when she would hear his voice again, or see that little tiger tooth again.

She instinctively gripped the photo tighter.

The edges of the photo were worn soft, but she couldn't bear to put it down.

That was the only thing still soft on this battlefield.