Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable-Chapter 991 - 902: Defend Our Rivers and Mountains 32

"Ah!" A scream came from behind Kou Shuangshuang. As she bent over to provide emergency care to a wounded soldier, Kou Shuangshuang turned her head and saw a nurse beside her being grabbed tightly by the ankle by someone lying on the ground—a little mustache, two dog-eared hats, and the look on his face clearly indicated that the one grabbing the nurse was an enemy soldier.

The other party was already injured, with a beast-like glimmer in his dying eyes. Struggling, he raised one hand, holding a hand grenade, and the pin had already been pulled.

Without thinking, Kou Shuangshuang swiftly took a step forward, bent over to snatch the grenade from his hand, and threw it towards a group of people nearby.

That was the area where the prisoners were. After the battle ended, all the prisoners on the battlefield had their hands bound and were driven together.

Since they had to clean the battlefield and tend to the wounded, there were no extra hands to guard the prisoners, so their clothes were stripped and twisted into ropes to bind them tightly, preventing any escape.

The battlefield was currently littered with the dead and wounded, as it had come down to bayonets in the end. The wounded were on both sides, and throwing a grenade anywhere could potentially injure one’s own injured soldiers.

Only the prisoner circle could be confirmed to contain only enemy soldiers, so Kou Shuangshuang unhesitatingly chose to let these prisoners die, to prevent the grenade from exploding elsewhere and injuring her own people.

The injured soldier, who had pulled the hand grenade and intended to drag a few of the enemy’s medical staff down with him, couldn’t help but let out a piercing scream upon seeing his comrade killed instead. He then bitterly cursed Kou Shuangshuang with hatred in his eyes: "Baka... eh,"

Just as he uttered a word, a bullet pierced through his forehead, his eyes staring wide open at Kou Shuangshuang, falling lifelessly. Kou Shuangshuang held a pistol in her hand, a thin smoke wafting from the black muzzle. The enemy soldier didn’t even have the chance to finish his sentence before he died.

After shooting the enemy, Kou Shuangshuang furrowed her brow slightly, annoyed as she cursed, "Such anger, to waste a bullet on trash." Having said that, she holstered her gun, and the doctors and nurses, well accustomed to her style, continued to search calmly for surviving comrades.

Even the little nurse who had screamed when her ankle was grabbed had calmed down, deftly peeling the dead man’s hand off her ankle, then ran a couple of steps to catch up with Kou Shuangshuang.

Kou Shuangshuang’s medical skills were outstanding, her movements swift. While others might save one, Kou Shuangshuang rescued at least three, addressing the most critical injuries with utmost precision.

For those injured soldiers fortunate enough to encounter Kou Shuangshuang, it essentially meant a new lease on life. As for the enemy’s wounded, if they weren’t already dead, meeting Kou Shuangshuang was unlucky for them, inevitably meeting a swift end.

No one turned a blind eye to Kou Shuangshuang’s methods. Everyone loathed those invaders who burned, injured, and looted across their country, longing for their total annihilation.

Nobody objected to Kou Shuangshuang’s methods, even though military regulations stipulated that for humanitarian reasons, prisoners of war were not to be mistreated after battles. But these weren’t prisoners yet, and killing them was considered no different from doing nothing.

The inspection of the battlefield had to be quick because the wounds waited for no one. The severely injured needed to be swiftly transported to the medical post where true treatments occurred, as only emergency care could be administered on the battlefield.

After inspecting the battlefield, the medical staff had no time even to eat; they quickly ran back to the medical post to continue rescuing the wounded, attending first to those with severe injuries, then to those with lighter injuries.

Anesthesia, cleaning the wounds, stitching—these were the common steps and the most frequent treatment methods. On the crude operating tables, every doctor was busy saving lives. The hard-earned sterile isolation rooms were reserved only for the most grievously injured, as any infection could be fatal.

When all was done, Kou Shuangshuang and her team had gone a whole day and night without sleep or rest, having eaten and drunk only once, seizing every moment to save lives.

Upon stepping down from the operating table, all the doctors and nurses nearly collapsed to the ground immediately, unwilling to move. Their bodies felt weak; the exhaustion long had overcome hunger, and the lack of sleep and weariness made them want only to lie down and sleep.

The soldiers waiting outside came in without a fuss, gently lifting them up and leading them to rest in the tents outside. Though there were many women among the medical staff, none of the soldiers’ actions were disrespectful as they assisted.

Everyone regarded them with deep respect. To selflessly risk one’s life on the battlefield to save others, they were not just women but comrades and life-and-death partners.

Among all the medical staff, Kou Shuangshuang’s stamina was the best. With inner strength protecting her, although she was tired, she didn’t collapse to the ground. Instead, she walked back to her tent, where she lay down to rest.

Early the next morning, when Kou Shuangshuang and the medical staff woke up, the food had already been prepared and delivered: thin corn porridge and a small plate of pickled vegetables.

Compared to what Kou Shuangshuang ate at the Du Family’s house, this was food that even servants would disdain, but on the battlefield, it was already considered excellent fare; the soldiers ate coarse grain cakes with salt water, accompanied by plain boiled water.

The use of boiled water was at Kou Shuangshuang’s insistence, as boiled water could kill bacteria, preventing soldiers from falling ill from drinking raw water.

The food for Kou Shuangshuang and the medical staff was the best, and they weren’t finicky—neither rejecting nor hesitating, they ate heartily. It wasn’t a sign of favoritism but a necessity since keeping themselves healthy was imperative.

If even one doctor or nurse fell ill, numerous soldiers would be left unattended, leading to many deaths, so the medical staff accepted the additional provisions without complaint, not out of greed but out of necessity.

No sooner had Kou Shuangshuang finished her meal than the guard, sent by the commander, arrived to summon her—they were to meet at the commander’s request. When Kou Shuangshuang arrived, the commander was studying a map.

The commander was a young and handsome man named Ming Qibo. Years spent in the outdoors had tanned his skin to a healthy bronze. At that moment, Ming Qibo’s lips were tightly pressed, his face serious as he studied the map before him. With a firm profile facing Kou Shuangshuang, he exuded a strong masculine appeal.