The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Team Xia really cared about her in every aspect, even her psychological growth. She had never met such a man... but she also knew that she had met a very good man.

After returning to the car from the mountain, the night passed quietly.

It was slightly bright at five o'clock in the morning in autumn, Xia Jinyuan took out the medical bag from the car, Ye Jian took off his coat early, and sat in the grass wearing only a short sleeve.

The knife wound was a bit deep, but not so deep that the skin and flesh rolled over, but because it hadn't been bandaged, the wound was a little red and swollen.

Disinfection to debridement Xia Jinyuan is no stranger to it. After disinfection, the bleeding was stopped, anti-inflammatory powder was sprinkled, and then gauze was wrapped around the arm, adding another honor wound to Ye Jian's arm.

"This injury is not too deep, no wonder I can bear it." Xia Jinyuan didn't ask her if it hurts. In this case, there is no need to ask. It hurts, it definitely hurts, but compared to survival, this kind of pain is nothing.

He had seen too many of the worst injuries. Facing Ye Jian's injuries, even if the injured person was his own little fox, he didn't think it was necessary to hold her and comfort her.

As a soldier, you have to be tolerant of pain, tolerant of injuries, and screaming in pain at every turn, that's the coward in the team.

Picking up the blood-stained sports jacket, Ye Jian said distressedly: "It's brand new, and I can't wear it anymore!"

"Camouflage doesn't work. If it's stained with blood, soak it overnight with washing powder, and rub it hard a few times the next day. It's clean." Xia Jinyuan looked down at the clumps of stains on his body, raised his eyebrows, " I can't wear this one either."

The faces and bodies of the two were covered with blood. Xia Jinyuan took down the car keys hidden in the tree, and smiled at Ye Jian who was still holding his coat in distress: "Go, find a place with water and wash your face with your hands. wash."

"Aren't you going to find G3 right away?" Ye Jian didn't leave the coat behind, and got into the car with her arms in her arms. "G3 is still in the hospital alone. Contact him first?"

After starting the car, turning on the high beams, the car drove into the misty mountain road, and his faint laughter came from inside the car, "No, he will take the initiative to go back to the hotel."

The whole night's actions made her bones ache. Standing in the stream in the mountain stream, Ye Jian grabbed some aquatic plants with unknown names, and first washed the blood off her hands and between her fingers.

A pair of slender hands that were also stained with blood reached out, took her hands, rubbed the foam he had crushed the grass, and gently rubbed between her fingers, "The blood can be washed off now, but it will get worse in the future. The more, sometimes, you can even smell the blood on your hands."

"I've always thought that I have hands that can smell blood, and I'm afraid I'll never want to hold another girl's hand in my life." It's full of blood, and sometimes I can't help trembling my fingertips when I see it, but Now, holding the same pair of blood-stained hands, Xia Jinyuan only felt his heart soften.

The girl next to him had blood-stained hands like her own. She was not afraid or flinched, but faced it bravely like herself, and even supported him in times of danger.

As G3 said, Sansheng is lucky to find a girl who can accept them.

And he really found a girl who can accept his job, Sansheng is lucky!

Ye Jian frowned slightly, not quite understanding what he meant by these words, and jokingly said, "Why, did you think about holding another girl's hand before?"