Chapter 767: Like a Pig Butcher!

"Aila!" Siweike listened to the clamor in his earpiece, wishing he could drag Aila out of it and make him shut up!

"Going now, wait for me a moment, I haven't seen enough yet." Aila spoke quickly; provoke? He couldn't afford to provoke him.

Siweike, how could he afford to provoke him?

"Coming over right away."

"Lady Doctor from Huaxia, shouldn't you explain the situation?" Siweike raised an eyebrow, appearing indifferent to everything, yet his slightly curled fingers betrayed his inner tension.

"White hair, white eyebrows, a cold aura; just being by your side, one can feel the chill radiating from you. We are at such a distance, yet I can still feel it; I'm not a fool."

"Siweike, you are afflicted with Cold Poison."

"It must have been a long time; the longer the time, the more thoroughly the hair and eyebrows turn white. Judging by your condition, it's been at least five years."

"But... you haven't frozen to death, you're still alive."

"Which means..."

She smiled, leaving the rest unsaid.

Siweike looked at her and sneered, "Doctor, I don't like beating around the bush."

He didn't want any "playing hard to get" games pulled in front of him.

"No, no, no, it's just that Aila has arrived, and I need to perform a small surgery first; you wait a moment." An Yinan tilted her head, and just then, Aila trotted over, holding a set of Surgical Knives in his hand...

Siweike's gaze grew sharper; he hadn't sensed it just now, but this Huaxia woman had. Her sensory acuity was much higher than his own.

On the battlefield, that was a life-saving trait!

The higher the sensory value, the more reaction time one had; strike first to gain the advantage, strike later and suffer the consequences...

"What's going on, what's going on, what were you two just talking about?" Aila squatted beside Siweike with a gossipy look on his face; who could imagine that this person was once an instructor at the Hell Third Layer?

Good heavens!

The contrast was just too great!

Over there, after An Yinan took the surgical kit, she went straight to Chen Xun's side. Although it wasn't a critical area, how could getting shot not hurt?

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt." Chen Xun looked at his wife's grim expression and knew she must be angry.

Losing her temper with those people was just because she couldn't bear to lose her temper with him.

Those people were the enemy, and taking potshots was a normal occurrence; he understood, and his wife understood too.

But she was just finding an excuse to blow this matter out of proportion.

In truth, she was angry with him, and angry with herself; she was mad that she hadn't used her pebbles sooner. Although the power of firearms was great, using pebbles had already become an instinct for her.

"Don't speak."

An Yinan said one sentence, then immediately began the surgery...

Zhang Qian watched An Yinan, finally unable to hold back, "That... this is, after all, the realm of Western medicine, are you sure you can do it?"

An Yinan didn't even lift her head, "I can't, can you?"

Her rhetorical question made Zhang Qian shut his mouth immediately.

Fine, Nan Nan was in a state of rage right now; he was afraid of becoming collateral damage...

Giving Chen Xun a look of "good luck to you," he went to find the best shooting angle, keeping a vigilant watch on the surroundings.

Their friend from Pakistan was even faster than him and had already left, not even sparing Chen Xun a glance.

"It hurts!" With no one else around, Chen Xun said softly.

An Yinan smiled, "No, it doesn't hurt!"

Knowing it hurt, why did he still stand in front? Knowing it hurt, why did he still use his body to block? Others might not know about her pebbles, but didn't he?

Long-range attacks might not be her forte, but blocking a bullet or two was a piece of cake.

Back at Quanshui Village, she had already done exactly that!

Yet this man insisted on using his body to block; did he really think he was made of copper and iron?

"Wife?" Chen Xun called out pitifully, using his right hand to tug at his wife's hand, watching her aura slowly dissipate, which finally made his heart feel at ease.

The situation was dangerous at the time; he only had one thought in his mind, how could he care about anything else?

As long as his wife wasn't hurt, he forgot everything else.

"Stay still!" An Yinan rolled her eyes. Although she practiced Traditional Chinese Medicine, she happened to have X-ray Vision, and she had watched so many surgeries while on the Southern Battlefield.

Even if she hadn't eaten pork, hadn't she seen a pig run?

Her hands were naturally steady.

"Is she... capable?" Aila watched the scene; it really didn't look like a surgery, but rather like...

After thinking for a long time, he suddenly realized, "Like a pig butcher!"

An Yinan's senses were sharp; a cold gaze swept over instantly. Aila instinctively stood up straight and nudged Siweike, "Are women these days all this terrifying?"

In Siweike's mind, he was still thinking about An Yinan's words from earlier, replaying them over and over.

"What?" He raised his head and looked at Aila's face.

Aila looked at him, "What did An Yinan do to you? Why do you look like you've lost your soul? Siweike, this is not like you at all!"

He hadn't heard a word of what he had just said, and now he was frowning, looking like someone "troubled by love."

"Siweike, you can't like that woman, she's too terrifying!" Aila said with a lecturing tone.

The hair on Siweike's body stood up; what did this kid have in his head all day? Manure?

It must be that Weiya gave him too few tasks, leaving him to grow moldy from idleness at the Base.

"Aila, a brain is a good thing, but... you don't have one!" Siweike said coldly, then looked toward the surgery on the side.

The surgery was being performed in the open air; although the bullet was in the arm, it still required disinfection and treatment. They performed emergency treatment in the wild, but once the mission ended, they would proceed with immediate medical care.

In the current environment, there wasn't much time for treatment; he wondered if this man could pull through.

Wound suppuration leading to amputation was a very common occurrence.

Over there, An Yinan had already extracted the bullet and quickly sprinkled some medicinal powder before proceeding to stitch the wound; she could rapidly locate the bullet's position, so the incision was very small, the wound was small, and the chance of infection was low, and although there were no disinfectant supplies, she had Hemostatic Powder and Disinfection Pill.

It looked like nothing had been used, but inside those Small Silver Pill containers, there was nothing left.

"She... knows about me being poisoned," Siweike suddenly spoke up.

Aila was still caught up in the excitement when she heard this out of the blue, and then she suddenly frowned, "Does it have something to do with over there?"

Siweike shook his head and looked at the busy woman.

"It shouldn't be; she said she is a Doctor."

Rather than saying he believed An Yinan, it was more that he believed his own intuition, and the previous poisoning symptoms, as well as the frequency of the toxin flare-ups, all matched up.

"You believe her?" Aila gritted her teeth.

What is wrong with everyone, one after another? Unconditionally believing this woman?

Changsheng believes her, Siweike believes her, and even Lao Weiya believes her.

Wasn't it them who told her that she must never easily trust people? Yet they just believed her like this?