Chapter 4272
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Yang Heng didn't recognize Ye Chien until he entered the temporary hiding spot. Yang Heng had been retreating with Prawn ever since they came out of the dugout. He hadn't retreated with Ye Chien, so they hadn't bumped into each other. When they entered the warehouse, Li Jinnian instructed Ye Chien to treat Commissioner Miao's wound. Ye Chien replied, "Yes." Yang Heng was dumbfounded.
He heard a voice that shouldn't have appeared here, but it did.
When the light came on, the first thing Yang Heng did was look for the owner of the voice. He saw Ye Chien's face covered in paint, and his starry eyes were smiling at him.
He didn't hear wrong, and he didn't recognize the wrong person. It was Ye Chien.
She was the most unlikely person to ever appear in Libya, and he had never even thought that he would run into her. And yet, she was standing right in front of him with a smile on her face, and even … she was winking at him playfully.
At that moment, Yang Heng was so shocked that he stood there motionless. Even now … he was still in shock.
Why was Ye Chien here?
Why was she here with this group of special forces soldiers to rescue him?
Why was she so familiar with this group of powerful special forces soldiers? She could understand each other's intentions with just a glance and a gesture.
How did she know them?
Could it be that she was also a special forces soldier?
But she was clearly a military school student. How did she become a special forces soldier?
Why was she sent to Libya to carry out such a dangerous rescue mission without completing her normal schoolwork?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Yang Heng, who was holding a flashlight, had a million questions about Ye Chien in his mind. Why, why, why … Why couldn't he figure out the crux of the matter?
"There are shrapnel embedded in the wound. We need to remove the shrapnel and suture the wound."
The cloth covering the wound hadn't been completely removed, and she could already see a piece of shrapnel with sharp edges.
It was a shrapnel from a grenade. The incision was as sharp as a knife, and it had pierced deeply into Commissioner Miao's calf.
Fortunately, it had pierced into the flesh and not the bone. They only needed to remove the shrapnel, disinfect the wound, and suture it.
Her cold and calm voice pulled Yang Heng back to reality. Realizing what Ye Chien had just said, Yang Heng immediately asked, "Is it very serious?"
His voice was still extremely hoarse, and his throat was so dry that it hurt.
"Fortunately, it's not a serious injury."
Ye Chien answered in a low voice. The dagger in his hand slowly and gently slit Commissioner Miao's trousers, which were stained with blood and stained with several layers of blood …
The wound was a little big. When the cloth was peeled off, blood flowed out. Because the cloth was attached to the wound, Commissioner Miao was in so much pain that he couldn't help but take a few cold breaths.
It was as if the wound had been torn apart again. It was a pain as if the flesh was being torn apart. Ye Jian raised her head and looked at Commissioner Miao with a gentle gaze. She said softly, "Teacher, if you want to bear with it, bite the cuff of your sleeve."
Commissioner Miao, who was in his early forties, had a rare local anesthetic allergy. Therefore, there was no way for him to get an anesthetic injection. He could only endure it until his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
No matter how painful it was, the teacher, who still had an elegant temperament, smiled. He looked at the female student with an encouraging gaze. "Continue. Don't worry about me."
In the tunnel of the bomb shelter, the doctor called Ye Chien, "Junior Sister." Commissioner Miao knew that Ye Chien was a student of the National University of Science and Technology.
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