After hearing the broadcast, Xiaofan couldn't help but furrow his brows. Where he lived wasn't very far from the medical department. Every few days, several wounded soldiers would be sent there, and then others would recover and return. However, this time, they used a broadcast to call on all medical staff, which was a first. It seemed like there had been significant casualties.

Thinking of this, Xiaofan quickened his pace. Before he had gone far, a whirlwind suddenly came from behind, and several military helicopters skimmed over his head. If Xiaofan guessed correctly, those so-called wounded were on these rapidly returning helicopters.

Originally walking briskly, Xiaofan began to run, chasing after the helicopters back to the medical facility.

The Freshman Area was already in chaos, and over a dozen people in white coats had arrived, waiting for the arrival of the wounded.

When they saw the blood-covered wounded being carried down one by one, some nurses immediately burst into tears.

"Liang Ran, Liang Ran, wake up, don't scare me, Liang Ran..."

A nurse found her lover among the wounded, but when he was brought down, his heart had already stopped, and emergency resuscitation was administered on the spot to the critically injured.

"Luo Xi, don't stop me, Liang Ran's heart just stopped five minutes ago, there's still a chance. Don't cry, step aside, everyone step aside..."

Shouts and sobbing filled the air in chaos.

"Put him down, let me try..." Xiaofan rushed to the man whose heart had stopped and immediately pulled out the Cold Ice Willow Silk Needle.

"Who are you..."

"Where is his wound? Blood transfusion, do a transfusion on the spot, hurry. Don't wait for any defibrillation, he's bled dry." Xiaofan didn't bother answering any questions. In this split-second moment, he didn't have time for explanations.

Pulling open the man's clothes, the Willow Silk Needle instantly stabilized the cardiac pulse. He found the bleeding artery and sealed it. Then, a long needle was directly inserted into the man's heart region.

"Ah, that's his heart."

"Don't disturb me... I won't hurt him."

He's already practically dead; talking about not hurting him is moot. It's about trying anything in desperation.

If there's even a trace of blood left in the body, it would be near the heart; this needle was meant to stimulate the scant blood near the heart to flow quickly and see if it could spark a heartbeat revival.

Of course, Xiaofan's Inner Strength served as an auxiliary function; the use of Inner Strength was not only gentle but also provided better protection for the internal organs. It was far superior to electric shocks.

"It's back, it's back..."

Next to the stretcher, the heart monitor, which had been a flat line, suddenly showed faint patterns, causing the intern doctor carrying the stretcher to be overjoyed.

The nurse girlfriend of the wounded man almost fainted from joy...

"Don't come over, he's still one breath short." Xiaofan's eyes were very serious. Although his grandfather had taught him, this was after all his first time participating in such a major rescue effort. He had no confidence inside, but his grandfather had also said that in a situation like this, if you act, there might be a chance for the other to survive; if you delay another minute, there would be no hope.

However, Xiaofan did it. As the heartbeat on the monitor gradually accelerated, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. With slightly trembling fingers, he withdrew the needle.

"Don't stop the blood transfusion, and don't touch the needle in his thigh artery. Just let it be there; it won't be dangerous. Don't pull it out yourself to avoid accidentally injuring him. I'll remove it after ten minutes. Quickly take him to the ward."

After saying this, Xiaofan immediately walked towards the helicopters. There wouldn't be only one such wounded person, and his task was to save as many as possible.

As the female nurse helped carry her boyfriend back, she suddenly realized she hadn't asked the other's name. Moreover, his face was smeared with field camouflage, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly. But surely there will be a chance to thank him later, once her boyfriend recovers.

"Someone quickly help, anyone can come."

Amid the chaos, a Warrior with an arm bent out of shape endured the pain of a broken arm, stubbornly carrying the stretcher to help his teammate, who was shot in the abdomen, to the medical department for surgery.

Suddenly, a figure appeared by his side, and grabbed his broken arm. With a sudden pull, then a tug.

'Crack.'

The sound of bones grating immediately followed.

"Ah." The Warrior let out a heartbreaking scream; the dislocated bones were extremely painful with even the slightest touch, let alone with such a pull and tug.

"Damn you, you little...ey, my, my arm, I can move it." Just when he was about to curse, he suddenly found that his arm had miraculously regained the ability to stretch, and when he looked for that figure again, it had already quickly vanished into the crowd.

If not for the priority of speeding up the rescue of his comrades, he would have chased after to thank him.

Meanwhile, the hospital room in the medical department was nearly filled with the wounded. Even some of those still hospitalized had given up their beds to make room for those who needed urgent treatment.

But with few doctors and many wounded, it was impossible to ensure everyone received adequate care.

Originally, the situation wouldn't have become so chaotic. These Warriors were out handling tasks together, and casualties were a normal phenomenon. Furthermore, knowing this operation was risky, they had five Yanhuang Soul doctors and ten nurses accompany them. But who would've thought that to break through the defense line, the enemy went all out with full firepower and random bombings. Not only did the casualties among the Warriors surge, but even the medical station set up on the front line was affected, and all five doctors were injured, with the nurses suffering varying degrees of injury.

In the end, they had to use military helicopters to bring the wounded back from the border overnight. There were large casualties among the soldiers on the border, resulting in nearby hospitals being overwhelmed. Yanhuang Soul had specific doctors, so bringing them back would surely save many.

But... they were truly overwhelmed.

"Doctor Song, Doctor Song..."

"What are you yelling about, just say it." In the ward, the doctor no longer had time to transfer patients to the operating room, performing surgeries directly on the hospital beds.

"There's a patient over there who's not going to make it. Surgery must be performed immediately."

This white-haired Doctor Song glanced at the nurse in front of him and squeezed out a sentence: "Currently in surgery, can't leave." With that, he continued the next step of the operation.

"But, but the severely injured one is your son..."

Upon hearing this, the surgical movements paused for a moment, then continued. From the corner of his mouth squeezed a sentence: "One at a time, even if the Heavenly King comes, you'll have to wait in line."

"Dad..." The nurse finally couldn't hold back and called out another title.

"Go out, don't disturb me." Hearing the crying urgency in his daughter-in-law's voice, the old doctor continued to seriously handle the surgery on the wounded.

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