Outside, the gunfire was so strong that even the entire infirmary trembled a little. Olivia lowered her head to stitch up the wounds of the wounded, sweat mixed with blood soaked her hair, and her pretty face looked disheveled and disheveled, and no one could guess that she was the daughter of Governor, Miss House of Bernadotte.
The hot and chaotic environment did not disturb her at all. As a doctor, saving lives was her duty, and she was the leader of the medical rescue team in Country C this time, so she should be the first to step forward.
Clang! The shabby door was kicked away, and four or five blood-stained soldiers broke in carrying stretchers, their blood gushing and spilling all over the floor. The leader of the soldiers was tall and straight, with delicate features, and gave off a cold air: "Who is the leader?"
Olivia spoke indifferently, "Me."
He strode over and held the gun against her head: "Save him right now, or I'll kill you!"
She looked at him calmly without fear: "Are you going to let me operate on him like this?"
Seeing the familiar eyebrows and eyes, Evander was slightly stunned and neatly put away the pistol.
She uttered a cold word: "Get out!"
The soldiers present looked terrified. No one had ever spoken to their colonel in such a tone. This woman is done!
He held back the cold air from his body and chuckled, "All right."
He went out with the man.
Olivia immediately ordered her assistant to carry the injured person to the operating table: "Quick! Hemostatic pliers! Blood donation bags!"
'Captain, the patient's pulse is too weak! It seems there's no breathing! '
Olivia nimbly performed CPR compressions on him.
In the distance, Evander squinted at the woman who was yelling at him. She was doing the compresses with all her might, blood spurting on her fingers and her face staining her white clothes. She didn't care at all about this, as if she were the king of the operating room, moving nimbly and with great vigor!
By midnight, the soldier's operation was successfully completed and he was transferred back to his home country. Olivia finally let out a long sigh of relief. Exhausted, she walked out of the operating room and lowered her head in front of the water pipe to wash the bloodstains on her hands.
Suddenly a towel was handed over, she looked up and saw the stern face, and the word "thank you" was stuck in her throat. To be honest, she didn't have a good impression of the man: rude, savage, domineering...
He lit a cigar, opened his thin, seductive lips and spat a puff at her: "Remember my name is Evander, a sudden gust of wind, a storm of ink clouds."
It turned out that he was the famous Evander, a myth in the military and political circles.
It is said that he was born a commoner, joined the military at the age of twelve, made a name for himself at sixteen, became a tiger in the military at twenty, rose through the ranks, and now at just twenty-seven, he is a general in the country of C. He is invincible and invincible. He is ruthless, even more so to himself, even his father is wary of him. It is better to avoid such a man!
Olivia was choked and coughed, delicate little face flushed, cute and charming, she threw the used handkerchief to him hard, when they passed each other, he suddenly clutched her wrist, she instinctively reached for the scalpel in her pocket, if he dared to bully her, she would fight him to the death!
"Thank you for saving my soldier."
"It's just my job, Colonel Evander, don't take it to heart," she said in a casual tone.
He cut her hands behind her back with one hand and bit her ear, saying, "You're all right."
She stared at him blankly, thinking that the stern eyebrows and eyes were very familiar, but could not remember anything.
The medical team came in groups of three or five.
He suddenly let her go, she staggered back, he waved his long arm and seized her waist, from a distance the two were in an ambiguous posture, she kicked her foot between his legs but was caught by his long legs, he raised his hand ambiguously and rubbed the corner of her lips, the tender texture making him unable to resist the urge to kiss.
She glared at him in disgust, but he gave her a smile and let her go, leaving behind a meaningful sentence: "There will be plenty of time."
He was far away.
With a faint smell of tobacco lingering at the corners of Olivia's lips, she turned back to the sink, picked up cold water and vigorously rubbed the corners of her lips until they were almost flaky.
The sisters of the medical team gathered around, from all over the country, not knowing each other, just making wild guesses.
"Olivia, could Colonel Evander be the one you're looking for?"
"How could it be? Olivia is looking for her fiance."
A woman with a face of infatuated: "Then I'm relieved, Principal his is handsome, how hard, I heard he climbed to this position step by step from a soldier."
B woman can't help pouring cold water: "Come on, I heard he doesn't get close to women, how could we ordinary people handle such a person?"
Olivia forced a smile and turned away, leaning against the bench in the corridor, tired, she opened her wallet and stroked the photo on it, handsome men and beautiful women, smiling brightly.
The man was none other than her fiance Sterling, her childhood sweetheart.
Since she was old enough to understand, she knew she was going to be his wife, for a man from the House of Bernadotte was bound to marry the House of De Rossi, especially since she was the eldest daughter of the House of Bernadotte.
If there was love, there was one thing, that it would grow over time, and that she would eventually get married, and Sterling was a good choice.
He was good-looking, refined and gentle, without the haughtiness of a high official's son, and very nice to her.
The marriage was always envied by his half-sister Freya.
If she didn't marry Ann Sterling, her father would always threaten her sister to marry someone she didn't know. In that case, it would be better to marry someone she knew well.
In two months, they are going to have their wedding ceremony, but Sterling, where have you been?
She only knew that he had taken part in the battle between C and D, and had not heard from him for half a year, not even from House of De Rossi.
Now that House of De Rossi is a strong candidate for the president of C, she has to put the matter down. With her wedding approaching, she has signed up for the medical team in the hope of finding him.
Colonel's office in the military camp.
The interior layout is simple, with a chill, all dark black, even the curtains are thick black.
On Evander's desk was a pile of photos, and the woman in the photos was clearly Olivia. There were her pretty and cute childhood, her graceful and elegant teenage years, and now her delicate and charming appearance.
He reached out and sketched the beautiful eyebrows and eyes of the woman in the photo, and his deep eyes were tinged with a smile: "You run into this yourself. Don't blame me."
He curled the corner of his lips and immediately dialed the phone number of the dungeon in Area X, where all the people detained were vicious or wanted to be eradicated by politicians.
"Let Sterling go and send him back to the House of De Rossi as quickly as possible."
"But that was the condition of the colonel's cooperation with House of Falk. If Vice President were to blame him, wouldn't that be putting us in a difficult position?"
"Shut up! Do as I say."
He paused for a moment: "Also, bring all the brothers tomorrow."
Hector on the other end of the line looked excited: "Colonel, is there a new mission? The guys just haven't had a good fight and are worried about having no place to stretch."
"Proposal!"
Hector gasped: "Sizzle..."