Chapter 42

The war was fierce and gunfire was heard.

Rong qianxia is behind the crowd and is carefully handling the injuries for the wounded soldiers.

The bullets with the sound of breaking wind roared over her head from time to time, but it did not affect Rong qianxia's action. Her pretty face was pale, her slender hands were particularly calm, and she seriously dealt with everyone's injury.

At this moment, the water eyes were shining brightly, firm and persistent.

"How's it going? Is it better?" she put down the bandage in her hand and asked in a deep voice when Rong qianxia looked at the man sitting quietly by the tree.

"It's all right, thank you!" the man replied with a rough voice. There was no expression on his painted face, but Rong qianxia heard a trace of gratitude from his bad voice.

"Then have a good rest!"

Rongqian Xia hooked her lips with a smile, comforted her softly, and then packed her medicine box and walked in the other direction.

As soon as I turned my head, I heard a dull noise behind me.

Rong qianxia picked her eyebrows and turned to see what made her angry and angry.

The man who had just promised her to have a good rest was lying on the ground awkwardly. Seeing Rong qianxia looking back, he smiled awkwardly and showed a big white tooth.

Rong qianxia is a little angry. As a doctor, what she can't see is disobedient patients. Such patients are disrespectful to their hard work and irresponsible to their body.

"What do you want to do?" the crimson lips stirred up a bright radian, and the light summer voice asked softly.

It was a soft voice, but inexplicably, made the man lying on the ground tremble, "nothing, I just want to go ahead and have a look..."

The man opened his mouth awkwardly, but his voice became weaker and weaker under the gaze of Rong qianxia's bright eyes, and finally murmured.

"Don't you want your legs?" Rong qianxia squatted down and looked at the wound just wrapped up by herself. The dark red blood soaked the whole bandage in the blink of an eye.

"If you want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair, toss it all over!" she treated the wound for the man again, with shallow Xia's pretty face tight, and Feng's eyes looked at the man with some sharp light.

"Right... I'm sorry!" the man stammered, pulled a smile on his simple and honest face, and flattered him with some care.

Rong qianxia tilted her head. Inexplicably, she felt as if she saw a big pug.

This feeling makes Rong qianxia cry and laugh.

"What's your name? What's your position?" squatting beside the man, I felt the tight muscles under my palm, and my voice was soft and soothing.

His men, however, quickly cleaned the wound and changed the bandage for the man

"My name is Li Han. I belong to the blood eagle field team of Kyoto military region. I'm from the team." now, raise your hand and come slowly! "

Hearing the words of the scar man, Rong qianxia slowly sideways and puts the medical box on her shoulder on the ground. However, at the moment of getting up, she puts a delicate scalpel into the military boot of her right leg.

Just now, she took out the bullet shot into Li Han's thigh with the scalpel.

Get up, let shallow summer raise his hands and slowly approach the scar man.

……

Fifteen minutes later, the gunfire stopped.

The battle in the front depression came to a perfect end. Song lengge was cold with a face, and his sharp black eyes passed slowly on everyone's faces.

A moment later, the handsome eyebrows wrinkled tightly, and the cold and fierce breath diffused in an instant.

Song lengge opened his mouth, and his low voice was mixed with boundless killing and coldness, as well as a trace of subtle to almost undetectable worry.

"What about shallow summer..."