Chapter 72: I Am Your Guardian Angel (Part 2)

Except for Yajie'er and Huang Zhipeng, no one dared to come within three feet of this hospital bed!
Yajie'er crouched down, staring at the man curled up under the bed before her, still holding his only weapon high. At that moment, Zhan Xiaoge's body trembled uncontrollably. With a pair of wary eyes, he stared intently at the woman who had already stepped into his police cordon, and carefully squeezed out a beast-like low growl from his throat.
"Xiage, I'm Yajie'er. Open your eyes wide and look carefully—I'm your Yajie'er!"
Waves of burning tears burst forth wildly from Yajie'er's eyes, as bright as stars in the night. It was this man who, on the battlefield, personally used his tiger-tooth combat saber to cut down one enemy after another without blinking, not sparing even teenagers; This man lay among a pile of corpses, letting tanks and armored transport vehicles weighing tens of tons run over his head. When he leapt out of the pile of flesh covered in blood, he was the Asura War God who emerged from the blood pool of the eighteenth layer of hell and returned to the human world; It was this man who, on the battlefield, walked alone into the distant jungle to cover his brother's escape; It was this man who, on the world stage, fought one classic battle after another, fully showcasing the passion of Chinese soldiers, their pride and unwavering loyalty, time and again.
But after all, he was still a person—a living, flesh-and-blood, emotional person, not a pure killing machine!
When he had exhausted all his courage and strength on the battlefield, and when he instinctively opened his eyes and grabbed a self-defense weapon again, he looked like a severely wounded lone wolf, carrying a fierce stake in all things, yet a trace of panic unconsciously appeared in his eyes!
After all, he was still just a twenty-three-year-old young man!
Hearing Yajie'er's whisper, Zhan Xiaoge looked up in confusion. When he met Yajie'er's tear-filled captivating eyes, he suddenly froze. Although he was only instinctively getting up as if sleepwalking, and every movement he made was a manifestation of his unconscious deep consciousness, and he was still in a coma under anesthesia, his mind was blank. But looking into Yajie'er's eyes, seeing her face already imprinted into the deepest part of his life, a rare tenderness slowly appeared in Zhanxiage's eyes.
That gentle look in his eyes inevitably reminds one of the freshly hatched chicks, the expression they show when they see their mother.
"Xia Ge, the ground is cold. Your body is seriously injured and hasn't fully healed. You still need to continue treatment...... Be good, give me your hand and lie back on the bed, okay? ”
Yajie'er extended her right hand to Zhan Xiaoge, gazing at the slender hand she handed her, which carried explosive power. Seeing the thick calluses on her fingers that had persisted for so many years, Zhan Xiaoge hesitated, hesitated, not knowing how much time had passed before finally reaching out his left hand, which had not been holding the knife.
Everyone carefully held their breath, staring at Zhanxia Ge's left hand, covered in scratches and burns. With a mechanical rhythm, they tentatively stretched forward, bit by bit. When the tip of his left middle finger finally touched Yajie'er's, he suddenly felt an electric shock, quickly pulling his hand back.
"Xia Ge has been here for six years, you've grown up, so why are you still so childish?" Yajie'er bit her lip and forced a smile at Zhanxiage. She softly said, "Do you remember? When we first met, we barely spent much time together before you were seriously injured and admitted to the intensive care unit. The first thing you did when you woke up was to ask to be discharged. The reason was that your father only gave you three yuan a day for living expenses. I still remember you saying, 'How much does it cost to live here a day? I have no money!'" 'That expression—back then, you were absolutely adorable.' So cute that I just want to hold you in my arms, using my hands and gentle kisses to quietly wipe away the lingering sorrow in your eyes. ”
Yajie'er sobbed softly. In her eyes, waves like ocean waves kept surging, but in her gaze, a faint, dreamlike intoxication slowly appeared. Her voice was filled with an indescribable pride. "Zhanxia Ge, do you remember? Back then, you were about to take the college entrance exam, eighteen. Back then, you were just a little fool who had never stumbled, arrogant and fond of dreaming." But when you carry heavy loads and run lap after lap on the school playground, unleashing your life's potential again and again, even at the cost of burning your own life to win, your whole body is covered in a layer of battle flame that I could never have in my lifetime! At that moment, you were truly stunning—so beautiful that my heart couldn't help but beat with every breath, so beautiful that even though I knew you'd get hurt if I got close, I still rushed over without regard for anything. ”
"You bit my neck at the time, and you even took big bites of my blood from the wound! I'm clearly a well-trained soldier, but in that situation, I was so scared by you that I didn't know anything but scream for help! ”
Yajie'er gently stroked her swan-like beautiful and noble neck. The mark Zhanxiage left on her neck six years ago had long since disappeared, but what remained was an eternal imprint deep within her heart. "I must have hated you so much at the time. You made me lose the face of a soldier, but for no reason, I rushed to take care of you. When you misunderstood your own father, gave up all pretense and strength, and cried out loud in my arms, your tears seeped into my clothes, burning me so much I was trembling. At that moment, I knew, I was finished!"
"I like that man whose whole body radiates a layer of battle flames, who could even burn his life for it. I like that little pervert who's a bit lewd, who suddenly goes blank at the sight of my chest. I feel sorry for the boy hiding in my arms in pain, trying to find even a little warmth in me. When a boy I like and pity like this blends into one person, I know I'm finished!" I was irresistibly attracted to a young man eight years younger than me. As the school's instructor, I knew it was forbidden, yet I couldn't help but fall for a student who hadn't even started school! ”
Listening to Yajie'er's story, Huang Zhipeng, standing nearby, was already dazed, and Zhan Xiaoge, lying under the hospital bed, was also captivated. At some point, his left hand had already taken Yajie'er's hand, and the scalpel that Zhanxiage had been holding high in his right hand slowly lowered.
With Yajie'er's deliberately gentle right hand guiding him, Zhanxiage slowly, slowly, bit by bit, crawled out from under the bed.
At that moment, Huang Zhipeng's eyes suddenly widened, "No!" Just as these words reached his lips, a beast-like wild roar suddenly rose from Zhan Xiaoge's throat, accumulating from the battlefield, and a nearly tangible, brutal killing intent surged from him.
Zhan Xiage swung his right hand fiercely, and the scalpel sliced a cold, sharp gleam through the air.
Holding a tranquil syringe, the head nurse, trying to quietly approach Zhanxiage, suddenly felt a sharp pain in her right shoulder, almost convulsing. He involuntarily stepped back several paces, reaching out to cover his right shoulder, which was almost pierced by the entire scalpel. Beads of sweat the size of beans instantly poured from his forehead.
The head nurse opened her mouth to speak, but her lips moved up and down, unable to get a word out of her throat. Although her right shoulder was injured, her knees buckled, and in the most embarrassing move, she slammed hard to the ground.
No one showed any contempt for this head nurse.
In fact, everyone was stunned!
When Zhanxiage threw out his weapon, the frenzied killing intent, that desperate and desperate killing momentum, like an invisible wall of energy, slammed hard into everyone's chests, making each one feel tight and almost suffocated, unable to breathe a single breath of fresh air.
Although the knife thrown by Zhanxiage only wounded the head nurse's right shoulder, the brutal killing intent hidden within it completely shattered all the strength and courage of the head nurse as a man! It was only at this moment that this head nurse, who had never been to the battlefield and prided herself on seeing birth, aging, sickness, and death, understood what it meant to be a soldier crawling out of hell, and what it meant for the smoke of battle that hadn't faded from her body!
Zhanxia Ge, a professional soldier who had just crawled out of a pile of corpses, no matter what state he was in, could possibly allow an ordinary head nurse to grab a tranquilizer syringe and launch a successful sneak attack on him?!
Zhanxia Ge's left hand, which had just been gently clasped with Yajie'er's, instantly turned into five steel claws. He let out a wild roar and gripped Yajie'er's wrist tightly with his backhand. Even his gravely injured and dying body suddenly unleashed the wildest force, sending Yajie'er crashing to the ground.
At the same time, Zhan Xiage's punch struck hard. The steel bed beside him made a terrifying "creak" sound. The thin steel pipe on the headboard, as thick as a pinky, was actually snapped by Zhan Xiaoge's punch. He stretched out his bloodied right hand and, with all his strength, snapped off a steel pipe from the frame.
Zhanxiage grabbed the steel pipe with a sharp, protruding edge and stabbed it hard into Yajie'er's throat.