Chapter 63

  "And how is he?" the deputy director asked the doctor in charge.

  "He hasn't escaped danger yet, it's unthinkable. The knife pierced from his back to the front of his chest, and the wound is less than a centimeter away from his heart. Plus, he lost too much blood. Normally, he wouldn't have made it this far, but his physical condition is excellent, with almost no extra fat on his body. Alas, how did they get hurt so badly? And there's another gunshot wound."

  "They are special forces, they have come on a mission."

  "It's really incredible, when we saw them, they were sent by a taxi driver. The soldier who was shot in the leg used a rope to tie another one to himself, and his whole body was covered in blood like a bloody man. Incredible, really incredible, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have thought that special forces' survival ability is so strong."

  It's been so long, but the doctor still can't help feeling a surge of emotions whenever he recalls the scene of them being carried down from the taxi.

  When Director Deng and others arrived, the battle had basically ended. 17 were eliminated, 12 were captured, and only Wang Jia escaped with a few followers.

  Wang Yuan saw that they were not in good physical condition and immediately rushed to the hospital. He knew that Jinfeng was fine, just a little short of breath, but when he learned that Yuan Shuai had not yet escaped danger, his heart, which had just relaxed, suddenly tightened again.

  Maybe because they were too worried about Yuan Shuai, they ran to the office together to ask for a doctor. Although they knew that the doctor would definitely do his best to save people.

  The lights in the operating room finally changed color after 8 hours. The doctor walked out with a serious expression. As soon as they saw the doctor come out, they immediately surrounded him anxiously.

  "Doctor, how is he? How's my comrade?" Wang Yuandao asked.

  Several others also looked at the doctor with anxious eyes.

  "There is no danger to life anymore." The doctor replied.

  "Can we go see him now?"

  "It's possible, but the patient hasn't woken up yet," the doctor replied.

  "How long will it take for him to wake up?" Yang Zhongliang asked. After hearing the doctor say that there was no danger, their voices were not as trembling as before.

  "It's hard to say, because he lost too much blood, his heart stopped for too long, causing severe brain hypoxia. It could be a day, it could be a year, or it could be forever." The doctor's serious expression might have been due to this reason.

  Although this patient has nothing to do with him, it may be due to the moral code of his profession, or perhaps because he admires his character, that he is also secretly praying in his heart.

  Everyone was stunned by the doctor's words and stood still for a moment. It took them several seconds to react.

  "Doctor, are you saying... he might become a vegetable?" Wang Yuan couldn't believe his ears. He didn't want to believe what the doctor had just said, but he clearly heard the doctor's words. All of this was like a bolt from the blue.

  "It's not necessarily the case, our hospital has had similar patients before, but some of them have also woken up." The doctor's words were obviously comforting. The chances of a vegetative patient waking up are almost one in tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands. This is something the doctor knows better than anyone else.

  "And," the doctor continued, "his physical condition is excellent. We just found out when we were operating on him that his body is almost all muscle, with no extra fat. This means he has a much higher chance of waking up than ordinary people."

  Although they also knew that the doctor's words were comforting, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, they all believed that Yuan Shuai would wake up. He had created many miracles before, and this time they believed he would give them another surprise. Thinking of this made their hearts feel slightly better.

  After thanking the doctor, they all walked into the ward and looked at Yuan Shuai, who was full of various tubes all over his body. They couldn't believe that just an hour ago he was still calm, wise and extraordinary, but now he had to rely on these tubes to sustain his life.

  "Commander Yuan, we've been through a hail of bullets and narrowly escaped death nine times. This time, are you going to go drink with King Yan? Don't forget to bring some back for us after you're done. Don't be eating alone, that's not the tradition of our 'Lightning Sword'." Wang Yuanshen's eyes clearly changed color.

  "Yuan Shuai, you should take a good rest too, these days have been tough. But don't rest for too long, Wang Jia is still on the loose. If time drags on, who knows what kind of heinous crime this madman will commit next? You're not one to shy away from challenges, are you? This guy was born in a special forces unit, we've investigated him, he's an elite from 'Blue Fox'. He's familiar with our tactics, the most challenging opponent we've ever met. If anything happens to you, our chances of success will be greatly reduced, so please don't sleep too long, do you understand?" Zhang Qipeng said, his voice already choked with emotion.

  "Aren't you thinking of that dog from the household affairs office in the residential area for a long time? Didn't you say... didn't you say its meat is absolutely delicious? Last time, I even argued with you, you said pepper salt is more delicious, I said stewing it in a hot pot is better, adding some vegetables won't make it too greasy. I've investigated, the rib area is especially suitable for pepper salt. Other areas are used for hot pot. I've also thought about it, that dog isn't very obedient when it sees someone wearing a military uniform? We can just take it to the small woods behind the barracks and hang it from a tree with a backpack strap. If you sleep too long... if you sleep too long, you won't be able to eat it. Do you know? You? I'll roast it until it's fragrant and make you die of envy." By this point, Li Nan couldn't help but wipe his face repeatedly.

  Yang Zhongliang, who was standing beside him, originally wanted to say something, but he couldn't hold back his tears and burst into sobs. Unconcealing his distress, the man had tears streaming down his face, but they hadn't yet reached the point of heartbreak.

  These iron-blooded, hot-blooded men, who had shed tears of blood, cried uncontrollably in the hospital room. They were afraid that Yuan Shuai would never wake up again. Afraid to leave their brothers, with whom they had shared life and death, behind. Although they all knew that as long as there was war, as long as they still wore their uniforms, this day would inevitably come back. But they tried hard not to think about it, not to think about the result they didn't want to see. Stubbornly holding on to their last glimmer of hope, stubbornly holding on to their most idealized thoughts in their hearts. When that day finally arrived, when they saw their comrades fall before their eyes. When everything had become unavoidable.