Reborn At Weight Camp: General Don't Mess Around
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When the man heard that the little girl knew Battalion Commander Yang, he secretly kept his gun. As he spoke, his voice was already too weak to sound. "Little girl, run to tell Battalion Commander Yang that her target has been alerted."

“We'll be there soon. Don't talk. Save some power. We will tell Battalion Commander Yang when we see him, ” Ye Jian said with a cold and stern expression on his face. Even when the nearly 1.8-meter-tall warrior leaned against him, he walked at a steady pace.

Battalion Commander Yang was answering a phone call. When he heard the cold voice from the phone, his facial expression was extremely gloomy. "okay! I will send an army to search immediately! I'll report to you as soon as I hear any news! ”

"The target is the number one foreign spy from the Southern Province, please be careful!" A low-pitched, cold male voice, containing a majestic chill, sounded from the phone. "I'll arrive at Fujun City ten minutes later!"

Ye Jian appeared at the camp post, shocking the two soldiers who were on guard duty.

One soldier called to inform Battalion Commander Yang, while another carrying an injured person on his back, ran to the camp.

Battalion Commander Yang happens to be running out of the camp with a military surgeon. They immediately laid the man down gently on the stretcher.

“This is a gunshot wound on his left shoulder. He fell into a coma due to blood loss. The wound is most likely infected, and should be treated immediately.” As soon as Ye Jian saw Battalion Commander Yang, he told him every detail he knew. “The Chunyang Grand Hotel is suspicious. Five strangers arrived there. One of the foreigners has Hongkou City accent and got hurt!”

Hongkou City Accents! Isn't that…? Staring at Ye Jian, Battalion Commander Yang said in a deep voice, "Son, this will be a long night for you."

“You go back to the dorm first. Military surgeons will deal with this soldier's wounds.”

Ye Jian slightly tightened his eyes and whispered, “Uncle Yang, there is only one military surgeon here, right? I'm afraid it's not enough. I know a little about gunshot treatments. Let me go with you.”

Ye Jian was in medical school for over a year, and his professional knowledge was better than that of a medical student. He can do more than just act as a paramedic.

But tonight, he can only help the surgeon. The 14-year-old Ye Jian had never been hit by a gunshot wound, except to learn some theoretical knowledge in the army.

Inject an anti-inflammatory infusion, clean the wound, remove the bullet to clean the wound again... As long as the military surgeon needed something, he could immediately hand it to him, and he could even appropriately use a sterile cotton cloth to wipe the sweat from the military surgeon as he took out the bullet.

When Xia Jinyuan walked in, she saw a slender figure standing beside the operating table. As Ye Jian heard his footsteps, like a guard on duty, he turned to look at him coldly, with a scalpel in his hand.

"It's me, Xia Jinyuan," he said in a low-pitched voice. As he took off his combat helmet, his handsome and beautiful face was revealed.

Wearing an army combat uniform, Xia Jinyuan looked more fierce and gloomy than when she was wearing a military suit. The moment he entered, the entire hospital was filled with death on the battlefield.

Ye Jian became relieved and sighed lightly upon learning that it was Xia Jinyuan who had entered the room.

Military surgeons are performing the debridement of the necrotic tissue of the wounded soldier's shoulder. Without raising his head, he said to Ye Jian, “Kiri swept away the light. Prepare pulse type debridement flusher one time.”

Ye Jian glanced at the surgeon, immediately handing the tweezers equipped with the left rake lamp to him. Meanwhile, he also prepared a one-time pulse-type debridement flusher, which would immediately flush the wound to prevent anaerobic infection after the bullet was removed.

Ye Jian remained focused, whether Xia Jinyuan was present or not.