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

Huang Zhipeng shouted out loud, "Big brother, don't want it!" That's sister-in-law!! ”
Blood spurted from Yajie'er's ivory-white neck, the combination of red and white striking and even carrying a violent beauty.
Everyone in the intensive care ward was completely stunned. The steel pipe with a sharp edge had already cut the skin on Yajie'er's neck. He only needed to stab one inch further and Zhanxiage would pierce her throat. But for some reason, Zhanxiage's hand suddenly froze in midair.
Zhanxiage stared blankly at Yajie'er, whose face was calm and ready to face death. He stared blankly at the tears still seeping from the corners of her eyes, at the gently trembling eyelashes of Yajie'er.
Zhanxiage lowered his head. Just as he launched his attack on Yajie'er, her fists had already formed the most powerful Phoenix Eye Fist, but when they reached his ribs, they transformed into gentle embraces, tightly wrapping around his waist.
Yajie'er, just like six years ago, silently endured the deadly harm Zhan Xiaoge might inflict on her. Her arms gently embraced him. She gave up attacking and resisting, but from her tears, her eyes, her arms, and her gently trembling eyelashes, the layers of the gentlest and elusive web of love kept entwining around her.
Yajie'er didn't dare resist. Right now, Zhan Xia Ge's body was like a wooden boat battered by a raging storm. Still barely intact was already a blessing from God. If she really resisted, all the wounds on her body might burst open together. By then, Zhanxia Ge, who hadn't yet escaped her danger period, would surely die!
"Forget it, just consider it as me giving him his life!" If it weren't for me, the war hero song would never have turned out like this. ”
With a faint sigh, Yajie'er slowly closed her big eyes, entrusting her life completely to the man she loved most.
Yajie'er squeezed her eyes shut, the sharp steel pipe grinding against the skin of her neck, causing a chilling shiver all over her body. Just as she couldn't help but wonder why Zhanxiage hadn't pierced her throat with the steel pipe, a bruised, rough hand gently brushed past the corner of her eye, wiping away the two tears she had just shed. Immediately after, a dry, quiet sleeve carefully wiped her face, gradually wiping away the tear stains from her cheeks.
Yajie'er was greatly surprised and opened her eyes. The steel pipe had already been thrown away by Zhanxiage. His lips kept moving as if trying to say something, but the series of actions had drained the life force he had painstakingly built. His lips trembled continuously, and no matter how much strength he used, he could only squeeze out meaningless syllables from his throat.
Zhan Xiaoge struggled to wipe Yajie'er's tears with the sleeve of her hospital gown. Looking at Zhanxiage's lips, at his eyes—so pure and untainted as the sky over the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau—filled with guilt, Yajie'er surprisingly listened to Zhanxiage's inner voice with her own heart: "You, you, you...... Tears flowed...... Don't cry! ”
Tears of sorrow still welled up in her eyes, and a proud smile had already appeared on Yajie'er's face. At that moment, she bit her lip desperately, letting the bright red blood seep from her broken lips. At that moment, Yajie'er was both crying and laughing. At that moment, she really wanted to punch Zhan Xiage's chest twenty or thirty times, but facing the severely injured Zhanxiage, she could only use gentler movements, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist!
Seeing the man she loved most turn into this, seeing Zhanxiage so weak he couldn't even utter a word, eyes wide with anxiety, feeling the fierce flame of life within him flickering through the storm, Yajie'er empathized deeply. The piercing pain and guilt made her unable not to cry!
The man she loved most, even after losing consciousness and being reduced to the purest instincts for attack and defense, still opened a gap in her mental defenses. For an iron-blooded warrior, this represented an eternal life-and-death promise! Faced with such a sincere and pure affection, Yajie'er couldn't help but smile!
Yajie'er slowly withdrew her arms. The war hero, who no longer had the strength to support his body, was involuntarily drawn into a slightly cold yet soft place that made him want to sink deep into it for the rest of his life, never having to face the storms and disputes of the outside world again.
Yajie'er sat on the ground and pulled Zhan Xiaoge into her arms. Yajie'er gently stroked his hair, leaving one sweet kiss after another on his face. Amid her tender whispers and comfort, Zhan Xiaoge felt peace and joy in his heart, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier.
A soft nursery rhyme drifted in his ear, just like when he was little, his mother sang lullabies by his ear. The battle chivalry song lay comfortably in Yajie'er's arms. Amid her rhythmic gentle swaying and singing, he finally slowly closed his eyes.
"Clang!"
The warrior singer loosened his grip, and the steel pipe stained with Yajie'er's blood fell from his hand onto the ground. Zhan Xiage's body suddenly stiffened in Yajie'er's arms. His eyelids twitched repeatedly. Seeing that Zhan Xiagege was about to forcibly wake up again, Yajie'er lowered her head and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips. Their lips were both so cold, pressed tightly together, without much desire. In this situation, there was simply no real passion between them; all they had was a calm and comfortable feeling of mutual support and hardship.
Zhanxiage inhaled Yajie'er's familiar yet strange scent, lay in her slowly warming embrace, and finally regained his composure.
It wasn't until Zhan Xiage, once again falling into a deep, sweet sleep, that Yajie'er quietly stood up and placed him on the hospital bed. When she straightened up, she was surprised to find that even though he was asleep, his fingers still clung tightly to the hem of her clothes. Yajie'er carefully tried to pull the hem of her shirt out of Zhanxiage's hand. Feeling her movement, Zhanxiage's sleeping face showed an expression almost pleading.
Looking at Zhanxiage, who was helpless like a baby, Yajie'er truly felt a pang of sorrow. She couldn't help but first focus her gaze on Huang Zhipeng, then slowly shifted to Zhanxiage's attending physician.
"I suggest Yajie'er stay here to care for the patient, which should greatly help with his recovery. Plus, Yajie'er is a doctor herself, so she can fully replace the nurse's work." Huang Zhipeng, a businessman who has been navigating the business world for years, can now communicate with Zhanxiage's attending doctor in awkward Russian, gesturing and gesturing: "I believe you definitely don't want an incident like today to happen again, right?" ”
Looking at the head nurse, whose shoulder was almost pierced by a scalpel, still weak in legs and unable to stand, only clutching her wound with her other hand, then at the hospital bed smashed by Zhan Xiaoge's punch and the bloodied steel pipe on the floor, the attending physician couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart: "My God!" He was also a wounded soldier who could die from severe injuries at any moment during a critical period. What kind of person was he, he, really?! ”
Although this was a hospital exclusive to the Russian military and Zhanxiage could receive free treatment there, Huang Zhipeng quietly gave every doctor, including the nurses who might provide the most meticulous service for changing Zhanxiage's dressing, a large red envelope. It has been proven that red envelopes are a very effective way to quickly bring both sides closer together, whether in China or Russia. Zhanxiage's attending physician thought for a moment and said, "Although this approach is quite improper, I believe Mr. Huang's suggestion is the best solution. At least for now, it seems only this lady can truly help my patient relax and rest, which is very important for his recovery." ”
If the current Zhanxiage is a mad beast that can kill even while sleeping and dreaming, anything that can turn into a weapon in his hands, then Yajie'er is his emotional lock, his calming, and the only place he allows to approach, the only safe and peaceful harbor he feels from.
Yajie'er is an active-duty Chinese soldier, so of course she couldn't wear the nurse's uniform from the Russian military's exclusive hospital. Instead, she changed into a loose, very comfortable hospital gown and stayed in the intensive care ward. That night, Zhanxiage lay on his back like a child, resting on Yajie'er's chest after the cloth strip was removed, happily snoring.
Yajie'er quietly held Zhanxia Ge, listening to his gradually stronger heartbeat and feeling her vitality gradually regather in him. Yajie'er felt that this was actually the happiest time of her life. As the small lights on the life-support equipment flickered, Yajie'er gradually drifted off to sleep.
Two weeks later, Zhan Xiage's injuries finally stabilized. A helicopter equipped with emergency medical equipment from China's Blue Sky Hospital flew into Russian territory. The first to step out of the helicopter was none other than Colonel Li Xiangshang, instructor of China's Fifth Special Forces.
Ignoring Instructor Li Xiangshang's strange gaze, Zhanxiage shamelessly stayed in Yajie'er's arms. Through the helicopter's glass window, he gazed at the blue sky outside, gazing at the land where he had witnessed countless bloody battles. Suddenly, he softly said, "Goodbye, Russia. We are going to ...... Home! ”