Chapter 71: I Am Your Guardian Angel (Part 2)

If there really is a god in this world, if angels are such sacred beings, then a real man would be the most loyal guardian angel by the side of the woman he loves!
"If you die, how do you expect me to survive alone? I will never be at ease for the rest of my life, I will never forget. It was because I resisted your power that you forced you to use your body to take two bullets for me! Song of the Battle Hero, listen carefully. If you really die, my whole life will be over! Song of the Hero, if you can't bear to see me never forgive myself and live in regret, then you must live for me! ”
"I beg you, open your eyes, don't fall asleep! Zhanxia Ge, if you truly love me, please, open your eyes and look at me! ”
As Yajie'er cried out loudly, Zhan Xiage's consciousness gradually faded. Feeling the little life force left in his body, he couldn't help but let out a helpless, bitter smile in his heart. If he could choose, he wouldn't want to die! He didn't want to watch Yajie'er live her whole life in regret. He still wanted to make love with her, gently trembling his fingers, still holding her delicate breasts on top, the gentle touch she gave him.
Looking back now, there were still many things he hadn't done in his life, many wishes missing, but this time, he was truly exhausted. He was so tired that all he wanted was to close his eyes and get a good sleep. As for whether he could open his eyes again, Zhanxiage really didn't know!
Yan Jun stumbling and stumbling up the mountain peak, delivering the first aid kit to Yajie'er. Yajie'er used her blood-stained hands to quickly open the kit, staring at the pitifully few medical instruments and tools inside, then at Zhanxiage's battered and broken body. Yajie'er, the best trainee in the Fifth Special Unit in the medical field, couldn't help but tremble with both hands.
At that moment, Huang Zhipeng suddenly let out a wild shout. He grabbed a heavy machine gun, raised it, and unleashed a frenzied barrage of fire into the air.
Amid the roar of helicopter propellers, a large Russian Air Force rescue helicopter and an Apache attack helicopter, after the real battle had ended, finally appeared leisurely over this desert where too many fierce battles had taken place.
Staring at the striking red cross mark on the large rescue helicopter that could carry more than thirty people at once, a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in Yajie'er's eyes.
Within thirty minutes, Zhanxiage was admitted to the best hospital in the Russian military. He was sent into the operating room, and after forty hours, the operating room's red lights did not go out. Several surgeons took turns performing operations on Zhan Xiage. When each of them walked out of the operating room, they would say almost the same thing: "Oh my god, his body is already like this, and he's still not dead!" ”
No one knew why this Chinese soldier's body possessed such terrifying vitality. On the operating table, his heart stopped beating several times, and even the ECG fluctuations once entered a straight line that signaled death. Yet time and again, he managed to restore his heart to beating again.
When the red light in the operating room finally went out and the last surgeon walked out, wiping sweat from his forehead, Yajie'er rushed over without hesitation. She grabbed the surgeon's hand tightly and cried out in a trembling voice, "How is he? Can he survive?!" ”
Yajie'er gripped the surgeon's hand tightly, using such force that he almost thought his arm was about to break. A translator relayed the surgeon's words to Yajie'er: "His injuries are truly severe. He'll be unconscious for at least five days. If he can survive the upcoming forty-eight-hour critical period, he has a chance to survive!" ”
Zhan Xiagege was sent to the intensive care unit, and even Yajie'er could only silently watch through the glass window, as Zhan Xiage's body was covered with various tubes, wires, and oxygen tubes.
But the next day, before the critical period had passed, the nurse in the intensive care ward had only dozed off. When she woke up, she stared at the empty hospital bed and suddenly let out a sharp scream: "Something's wrong, the patient is missing!" ”
The nurse in the intensive care ward pressed the alarm at the bedside, and Yajie'er and Huang Zhipeng, sitting on the bench outside the ward, rushed into the ward immediately. When Yajie'er squatted down along a cable cable exposed outside, she suddenly covered her mouth and let out a painful sob: "Oh my god!" ”
Zhan Xia Ge was lying under the hospital bed!
Zhan Xiage naturally shrank his body into the most unnoticeable spherical shape. He tried hard to hide himself in the dark corner under the bed. Judged by the doctor to sleep for at least five days, Zhan Xiage, stared at everyone outside with eyes that had lost focus but remained alert. In Zhanxia Ge's hand, he gripped a surgical knife tightly—this was already the most lethal weapon he could find in this intensive care ward!
The dedicated nurse in the intensive care ward followed Yajie'er's gaze and also saw Zhan Xiage, who was lying under the bed. This nurse spoke fluent Chinese and urgently called out, "Why are you lying down there? Come out quickly!" You're still in a dangerous period. If you catch a chill or get infected from a wound, you'll die! ”
Zhanxiage didn't answer the nurse's question; he simply raised the scalpel in his hand toward her.
Hearing the alarm, several nurses and doctors rushed into the intensive care ward, feeling the increasing threat. The chivalrous song, who had been lying under the bed, squeezed out a low, wounded roar like a wild beast. At this moment, Zhanxiage could die from his injuries at any moment, but dragging his battered body, hiding under the hospital bed, holding only a small scalpel, he forcibly exuded a brutal killing intent that only a battlefield could produce.
"Don't get close to him!"
Seeing several male nurses trying to forcibly drag Zhanxiage out, a doctor shouted anxiously, "Can't you see it yet?" He was still unconscious! The reason he could get up and crawl under the bed was simply a beastly instinct to put himself in the safest position and never give up any arms! Once he thinks you have posed a real threat to him, he will really launch a full-scale attack against you! ”
The male nurses looked at each other, truly hesitating. This wounded soldier lying under the bed holding a small scalpel was the man who, in Russia, fought terrorists a hundred times his size for a full three months, creating one extraordinary military miracle after another!
As long as this man was alive, as long as he still had a weapon in his hand, even though he had lost consciousness and was only instinctively defending himself, ...... In this world, who would dare underestimate the terrifying destructive power he possesses?!
Yajie'er kept crying, and even Huang Zhipeng felt his nose sting.
To outsiders, Zhan Xiagege and Zhao Haiping fought one classic battle after another. But seeing such a battle like this, people understand how Zhan Xiagege survived and endured through nearly a hundred days of brutal fighting!