novelSusiti Why is Chapter 33?
Why is Chapter 33?
"First, I know you have a batch of cell-repairing drugs and highly effective hemostatic agents hidden in your private safe. Give them to me."
"Secondly, this paper file alone is not enough. I want you to completely erase Lu Ye's electronic file in the cannon fodder camp, and mark his status as: killed in action during a mission."
Wolf's eyes darted around, and he immediately understood Yuri's plan.
He gritted his teeth and sneered, "Yuri, you've got a really clever plan! By erasing the electronic records, whether he lives or dies will be completely irrelevant to the Russian army. He'll become a completely transparent person!"
"And that miracle drug! Do you know how much it costs on the black market? One injection can stop internal bleeding in ten minutes, and the muscles can be basically healed in three days! You're just going to take it away after a mere touch of your lips?"
"Should I give it to you or not?" Yuri asked expressionlessly, weighing the tactical terminal in his hand.
Vorov stared at the terminal, gritted his teeth, and tentatively said, "I can give it to you! But you'll have to give up another five percent of the profits from the Kalinovka operation!"
"Impossible." Yuri shook his head decisively. "I've already given up five percent of the profits for him. Vorov, one shouldn't be too greedy."
"Then there's nothing to talk about!" Wolf made a move to leave.
"Colonel, the raid on Kalinovka is just a few days away," Yuri said slowly, watching Vorov's retreating figure.
"He's in such a half-dead state right now, without your special medicine he wouldn't be able to stand up at all. And for this operation, I need Lu Ye's participation, I need a madman who dares to go down with the enemy in the minefield to blow up the communications tower."
Upon hearing this, Wolf stopped in his tracks.
He turned around, staring intently at Yuri, weighing the pros and cons.
If the Black Scythe Squad is to be used to its fullest potential, this madman named Lu Ye is indeed a good asset.
"Damn it! You win!" Wolf cursed through gritted teeth. "I'll cancel the electronic file when I get back! I'll have the medicine delivered right away!"
Yuri smiled slightly and handed over the tactical terminal.
Fearing Yuri might change his mind again, Vorov snatched the terminal away and gripped it tightly in his hand.
"You'd better not ask for anything else!" Wolford stared at Yuri warily.
Yuri smiled and shook his head: "I really have no other requests. I wish your missile units good accuracy, Colonel."
Vorov snorted coldly, then hurriedly turned and left with his adjutant to arrange the missile strike.
A moment later, a guard ran to the tent entrance carrying a thermos and handed it to Yuri.
Yuri, carrying the thermostat, turned and walked into the military tent.
Inside the military tent, a makeshift operating table had already been set up.
A powerful flashlight hung overhead, illuminating the operating table brightly.
Lu Ye had been stripped naked, and the wounds on his chest and waist were shocking.
"The medicine has arrived." Yuri placed the incubator on the table. "Roman, check if there are any problems."
Roman quickly opened the incubator, took out two vials of injection that emitted a pale blue fluorescent light, and carefully checked the labels and seals.
"No problem, boss. It's a military-grade repair solution with extremely high purity." Roman drew the medicine into the syringe. "I'll inject it into him right away."
"hiss!"
The thick, long needle was inserted directly into Lu Ye's left vein, and the pale blue liquid was quickly injected into his body.
"Prepare for debridement!" Roman put on sterile gloves and picked up a scalpel and hemostats.
"Ruslan, hold down his legs! Eugene, hold down his shoulders! When the drug takes effect, his cells divide rapidly, and with the adrenaline wearing off, the intense pain will trigger a severe stress response!"
"Understood!" Ruslan and Eugene immediately stepped forward and pressed Lu Ye firmly onto the operating table.
"Just how bad are his injuries?" Yuri asked in a deep voice, standing to the side.
"Very bad!" Roman reported quickly while rinsing Lu Ye's penetrating wound on the right side of his waist with hydrogen peroxide. "Close-range penetration! Fortunately, it perfectly avoided the kidneys and ascending colon, missing by less than a centimeter!"
"Unfortunately what?"
"The bullet tore through the external oblique muscle and part of the latissimus dorsi muscle. There were signs of rupture in the major blood vessels."
Roman precisely inserted the hemostat into the wound, clamping a bleeding blood vessel. "In addition, there is a severe dislocation of the left shoulder joint and multiple soft tissue contusions throughout the body."
Lu Ye, who was unconscious, suddenly convulsed violently, and large beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.
Even in a deep coma, he still let out muffled, animalistic groans of pain from his throat.
"Hold him down! The special medicine is working!" Roman shouted.
Visibly, under the influence of the light blue liquid, the capillaries inside Lu Ye's wound, which were originally oozing blood, began to contract rapidly, and the amount of bleeding decreased at an astonishing rate.
"Hemostat! Needle holder!" Roman's hands were as steady as a machine, moving swiftly through the damaged muscle tissue.
"Boss, this kid's will to live is terrifying. For an ordinary person, the shock caused by blood loss and pain alone would be enough to kill them three times over."
"Can he withstand Kalinovka's operation?" Yuri asked, looking at Rikuno's pale face.
"The special medicine can allow his muscle fibers to begin to heal within three days. But it will take at least half a month for him to fully recover his ability to engage in strenuous exercise." Roman quickly performed the suturing.
"But if it's just pulling the trigger... with this kid's patience, there's absolutely no problem."
"That's enough." Yuri's eyes were incredibly deep under the light. "Artyom."
Artyom, the sniper who had been sitting silently in the corner, looked up: "Boss."
Yuri pointed to Lu Ye on the operating table: "When he wakes up, pick out a suitable set of your secondary weapon and night vision equipment for him. Starting today, let him try out the Black Scythe sniping position."
Artyom paused for a moment, then grinned, glancing at his SVD: "No problem, boss. I've been wanting to grab an assault rifle and go mow down the front lines for ages."
Watching Roman stitch up his wound, Artyom finally couldn't hold back his doubts and asked, "Boss, I still don't understand."
"Even if this kid is lucky enough to bring back a lot of intelligence, is it really worth trading five percent of Kalinovka's profits for a half-dead cannon fodder? You usually haggle with arms dealers for ages even when buying a grenade."
Yuri did not answer immediately.
He walked to the operating table and took a deep look at Lu Ye, who was still unconscious and in excruciating pain, his whole body still trembling.
Yuri said nothing, only shook his head, turned around, lifted the curtain of the military tent, and stepped into the cold wind.
"What does the boss mean by this?" Artyom scratched his head, looking puzzled.
"Because the boss saw his own reflection in this Chinese man."
Roman cut the last stitch without looking up.
"My own shadow?"
"Eight years ago, on the battlefield in Aleppo, Syria," Roman said in a low voice as he bandaged Lu Ye's wound.
"The boss was just a mercenary at the time, used as bait by the regular army and thrown to the front lines. In that battle, his entire squad was wiped out, and he himself was shot three times, his intestines spilling out."
"Everyone thought he was dead, and even his compensation had been embezzled by his superiors. But he managed to crawl back to the base for three days and three nights, wading through piles of corpses with only a dagger and half of his intestines hanging from his body."
Artyom gasped. "For what?"
"For money. The boss's sister has leukemia. If he dies, his sister won't even have the money for leukemia treatment, let alone go to university!" Roman took off his blood-stained gloves and threw them into the medical waste bin.
"The way the boss looked at those regular army officers back then was exactly the same as how he looked at this kid named Lu Ye. He was like a cornered wolf, ready to tear everyone's throats apart at any moment. Go and rest, this kid won't die."