Chapter 272: Very White, Very White
Zhang Yang carefully cut a circular opening about ten centimeters in diameter around her wound. As the black fabric fell away, the bloody, mangled flesh beneath was exposed. Pan Ningning's wound was located near the rising curve of her right breast, close to the collarbone. The surrounding muscle had been torn open by the bullet's impact. If Zhang Yang hadn't already seen countless bloody injuries lately—
He probably would have instantly gotten goosebumps, scalp tingling.
But at the same time, below the wound, her proud, full peak was almost completely exposed. Her tall, snow-white breast trembled slightly in the cold air, like a spring bamboo shoot ready to be peeled. Especially the part untouched by blood—very white, very white—so white it seemed it could reflect a person's silhouette. Fortunately, when Zhang Yang cut the shirt earlier, he intentionally left a strip of fabric to cover her most important point.
But that only served as minimal cover. With just a slight movement of her body, a wide gap opened, and Zhang Yang easily saw her pink little grape hidden beneath, as if playing hide-and-seek with him.
Zhang Yang's heart trembled. In terms of perfect breast shape, only Yang Fei could compare with her. If he could reach out and grab—cough, fuck, what the hell was he thinking at a time like this?
Zhang Yang forcefully cast away all his wicked thoughts, focused his mind, pressed his thumb onto the subclavian artery beneath her right collarbone to stop the bleeding, then took disinfectant to clean the wound. In this situation, he couldn't remove the bullet. All he could do was disinfect, stop the bleeding, and bandage it to prevent muscle necrosis and secondary infection.
After cleaning the wound and injecting an antibiotic, he applied a hemostatic dressing, wrapped it with gauze, fixed it with breathable medical tape, then placed the top corner of a triangular bandage on her right shoulder, pulled the bottom two corners behind her back to tie, and secured it, completing the sling.
Next was her fractured left calf. He treated the wound, sprayed it with herbal medicated spray, then used a roll-up splint to fix the fracture and applied a bandage.
After finishing those two injuries, Zhang Yang's gaze fell to the base of her thigh, and he hesitated.
After thinking, he said, "I should redo the bandaging on your thigh wound as well."
Zhang Yang examined her thigh bandage. She had treated it very roughly, which could easily lead to muscle necrosis and restricted blood flow.
Pan Ningning looked at him, clearly uncomfortable. Zhang Yang understood—the wound was too close to her sensitive lower area.
She glanced at the forest ahead and whispered, "Don't forget—there's still someone out there."
"Your sister has already restricted his movement."
"She can use a sniper rifle?"
Zhang Yang smiled. "She's your twin sister. Maybe it's a natural talent you two share."
Pan Ningning lowered her eyelids.
She nodded. "Fine. Help me re-bandage the thigh… but…" She hesitated.
Probably remembering how exposed her chest became earlier, she said with concern, "But don't cut too big of an opening."
If Zhang Yang cut carelessly, he might cut right through her underwear.
Hearing her request, Zhang Yang also became nervous. He nodded, removed her improvised bandage, and carefully cut a small circle near the wound.
Even though he controlled his movements well, when she shifted slightly, he still saw a flash of spring at the root of her thigh.
And what stunned him even more—she was clearly on her period. A small section of the sanitary pad's wing peeked out at her most sensitive spot.
Pan Ningning seemed to notice his stunned gaze. Even though she had mentally prepared herself and was naturally cold-tempered, her bloodless face still flushed slightly.
"Can you hurry?"
"Oh!" Zhang Yang snapped out of it. The thigh wound had already been treated by her—just too hastily.
Zhang Yang re-cleaned the wound, applied hemostatic dressing, then placed a stick behind her thigh, wrapped it with medical gauze, and tightened the bandage. Treating limbs differed from treating body wounds—it required adding sticks or branches for support. After tying it tightly, in winter conditions, the bandage had to be loosened slightly every half hour to allow circulation.
After finishing everything, Zhang Yang fell back onto the emergency blanket, exhausted. But he quickly stood again and gently laid Pan Ningning down on the blanket.
He let out a long breath and asked Lao Yi about the enemy.
"Boss, the target hasn't moved. There's a rock where he's lying, and there's little cover on either side. If he moves even a little, we'll spot him."
"Good. Tell me immediately if anything changes!" Hearing this, Zhang Yang finally relaxed slightly. He glanced at the sun, then at the time.
What felt like half a day of work had actually been under twenty minutes.
Since the enemy wasn't moving for now, Zhang Yang took out his phone and called Ao Tian.
Ao Tian sounded extremely anxious. "What's your situation now? I already contacted the stationed unit in Shangyan City. They've dispatched two army aviation helicopters carrying two squads. They'll arrive in about an hour!"
"Army aviation? Didn't you place your people in Xiasheshe Township?" Zhang Yang frowned. They had agreed earlier that Ao Tian's men would support him at Tujia Village. When Zhang Yang was ambushed that morning, he had already sent a message. But Ao Tian's people never appeared—only Pan Ningning arrived.
"Don't mention it. The road from Xiasheshe Township to Tujia Village was sabotaged last night. A huge section was destroyed. My people had to go on foot, and they were ambushed by snipers on the way. Fucking hell, these people are bold. My men suffered heavy casualties. Luckily, Pan Ningning forced her way through. She should be near you by now. Just hold on…"
"Ambushed?" Zhang Yang looked at Pan Ningning. So that was it. No wonder her injuries were so serious—she had been fighting fiercely before coming to save him.
Seeing her pale face now, he couldn't help feeling guilty. If she hadn't rushed over to save him, she wouldn't be like this. Her thigh injury must have been from that ambush.
And even after being wounded, she only bandaged herself briefly and continued forward.
'I owe you a life.' Zhang Yang's eyes felt slightly damp.
"Yeah. Definitely not Spade Eight. Some bastard with too much nerve." Ao Tian sounded furious. "I'll dig them out completely. I don't care who it is—even the fucking Heavenly King can't escape this debt."
"By the way, this operation went too wrong. I thought only Spade Eight was involved, but things are abnormal. The entire Green Group came out, plus these mysterious people. My men won't be able to reach you. And I checked the map—why is your car still on the main road? Don't stay there, you're a giant target—"
After listening to him ramble forever, Zhang Yang finally couldn't take it. "Stop talking shit. Get me a medical team on a helicopter ASAP. Also notify the nearest hospital here to prepare. I have an injured person."
"Who's injured?"
"Don't worry about who. Remember—four injuries. Gunshot above the right chest, gunshot on the inner right thigh—non-penetrating. Left calf fracture, right arm dislocation. I don't care how you do it. Within one hour, the medics must get here."
"One hour? Impossible!"
"It's possible. And all medics must be women!" Zhang Yang emphasized.
"Are you fucking crazy? Who am I supposed to send!?"
"I don't give a damn. You've got a pile of people. A girl fought her way through alone—can't your men do the same? If they're blocked, don't you have tanks? Rocket launchers? Armed helicopters? Don't tell me they can't break through!"
"…Do you think this is a war!?" Ao Tian was stunned. This guy had lost it.
"Maybe not war. But I'm telling you—Pan Ningning is injured."
"Uh…"
As soon as Zhang Yang hung up, Pan Ningning frowned at him. "Who were you calling? You sounded like you were ready to kill someone."
"Ao Tian."
"Ao Tian?" Her eyes widened in disbelief. She nearly sat upright. "Do you know who he is?"
"Isn't he from the National Security Bureau?"
"You're bold. Even our Southeast Province governor wouldn't dare yell at him like that."
"He's that powerful?" Zhang Yang didn't care. Seeing her looking more alert, he finally relaxed.
"Not powerful in rank, but powerful in authority!"
"Oh." Zhang Yang answered casually.
"Bang!" As they were talking, a gunshot suddenly shattered the mountain's silence again.
Zhang Yang frowned. He obviously wasn't the target. Soon, Lao Yi called.
"Boss, the guy ran out. No sniper rifle. Miss Tang hit his thigh. He's moving toward your position. We're tracking him."
"Fuck! Courting death!" Zhang Yang hung up, grabbed the military dagger, then picked up Pan Ningning's SSG69, preparing to climb the rock.
Pan Ningning looked confused. "What are you doing?"
"You said their observer wants to commit suicide? I'll help him." Zhang Yang checked above the trench and pulled himself up.
He cleared his mind, breathed deeply. According to Lao Yi, in four seconds, the sniper should appear in his scope.
Lao Yi had said the enemy was desperate and likely only carried a handgun.
From the quiet forest came faint footsteps crunching the ground—military boots. Then, just as predicted, the target appeared in the scope.
"Fuck! It's a woman… and a blonde beauty?" Zhang Yang was stunned. Definitely a mercenary.
In the scope, a tall, fair-skinned blonde woman with blue eyes moved slowly in camouflage. Her injured thigh made her pace sluggish.
She seemed to realize she'd been locked onto and froze—becoming a sitting duck.
For an instant, Zhang Yang saw a terrified, gorgeous face.
She was very beautiful, but unlike the sharp-featured foreign women he usually saw—her features were soft, rounded. She didn't look like a sniper at all. Her chest was perky but not too big—compared to foreign women, it was modest. Probably similar to Gao Qi.
Zhang Yang frowned slightly and gently pulled the trigger.