Chapter 327: Chapter 319: If I Kiss You, You’re Not Allowed to Die
Just like that, Sisi became famous. Everyone knew that in Shangguan Qing’s unit, there was a mysterious sharpshooter—a beautiful girl who hit her targets with precision. It was said that she had already taken down several enemy leaders. As long as she was present, the fight was sure to be a breeze.
Even brother units had asked to borrow Sisi to assist them, but Shangguan Qing had refused, with Luo Zhigang’s support, of course. Although some people made snide remarks behind closed doors, Sisi was not officially enlisted, so their words held no weight; they couldn’t use military orders to bear down upon her.
Sisi was unaware of these matters. Tian Xinhua would automatically shield her from any scheming or infighting, and neither Shangguan nor Zhang Jie were fond of playing such mind games. As a result, they were completely oblivious to these things and also didn’t know that the three of them had earned a beautiful title—Pan Zhihua.
Pan Zhihua is an alternative name for the cotton flower, known for its blood-like red color and large, cup-shaped blossoms. Each spring, it blooms heroically, looking from afar like groups of joyful flames dancing wildly on branches. Thus, the local people of the Southern Border have always regarded it as a symbol of heroism, also known as Heroic Flower.
Soldiers referred to Sisi and the other two as Heroic Flowers to express their reverence and affection for these beautiful girls who fought no less bravely than male soldiers.
Every day, many injured soldiers were brought to the hospital, and many passed away due to delayed rescue. Most of them were in their twenties, unmarried, with their fragrant lives having just begun, yet ended before they could fully blossom.
Whenever they were not on the battlefield, they would go to the hospital to help out. There was a dire shortage of hands there, and any help provided was significant.
What they could do was limited to simple, non-technical tasks like dressing wounds. Nevertheless, Sisi and her companions were very popular in the wards. Beautiful girls are always a pleasant sight, especially amidst pain and suffering.
Looking at the soldiers bearing their pain stoically, each of their hearts felt overwhelmingly heavy. People died every day, and sorrow kept accumulating. Sisi didn’t know how the doctors and nurses managed to bear it, but she couldn’t take it any longer. And neither could Shangguan or Zhang Jie. Their way of venting was to kill more enemies on the battlefield; only then would they feel somewhat relieved.
That day, a young soldier from the battlefield was brought in. He was the one who had handed out weapons to Sisi and her companions on their first day, having been assigned to the Sharp Blade Company. In the end, he was the only one left, yet he held on until the very last. He was shot in twelve places, and the four wounds in his chest were fatal. His body was a bloodied, tragic sight.
All the doctors shook their heads in sadness; there was no point in surgery in such a condition, as the injuries were too severe. They had seen too many such soldiers in recent days, their hearts numbed with grief.
Sisi recognized the soldier. She remembered his shy manner, his quiet voice, the way his eyes couldn’t meet theirs, and how his face turned red—a charming boy. Yet, had only a few days passed for him to be on the brink of death?
It was at this moment that Sisi truly grasped the cruelty of war. Perhaps the person speaking to you one second could become a cold corpse the next.
No, it can’t be this way. The first soldier Sisi got to know at the frontline finally broke through her defenses. In a rush, she ran back to her quarters, grabbing a water bottle. The Qiong Wine inside had long been finished; she had just added more.
She could no longer care whether it would raise suspicions; she just wanted to save these respectable yet pitiable soldiers; she couldn’t overcome her own barrier.
When Sisi returned, she saw Shangguan shouting into the soldier’s ear: "You have to hold on, your parents are waiting for you to come back. You’ve survived the hardest part, don’t give up!"
Zhang Jie was also in tears. They both recognized the soldier; he was the first person they had met here. But now, he was about to die, and no death had ever made such a profound impression on them.
Sisi didn’t bother to explain, pouring the wine into the soldier’s mouth and over his wounds, she even took out a 500-year-old ginseng from Space from her pocket.
Sisi ignored the astonished looks from those around her, bit the ginseng into two pieces, chewed it up, and stuffed it into the soldier’s mouth. Her actions were swift, and she didn’t know if it would work, but she wanted to try.
The soldier’s eyes gradually brightened, and his breathing became heavier. Sisi continued to chew the ginseng and stuff it into his mouth while crying, when a doctor pulled her aside.
"Miss, don’t waste such good ginseng, he is just experiencing his last moment of consciousness."
Sisi’s tears flowed even more. She didn’t listen to the doctor and kept stuffing ginseng into the soldier’s mouth. The doctor shook his head with a sigh and stopped persuading her, moving on to treat others. Now only Sisi and her two companions were left.
"Sisi, look, his lips are moving, is he trying to say something?" Zhang Jie suddenly said.
They all looked at the soldier and indeed his lips were constantly moving. Shangguan leaned down, her ear close to his lips, while Sisi and Zhang Jie watched, waiting for Shangguan to relay the soldier’s last wishes. Whatever it was, they were determined to fulfill it for him.
Then they heard Shangguan loudly say, "I kiss you!"
Having said that, Shangguan bent down and kissed the soldier’s face, not caring about the blood on his face, she just kissed him without any hesitation.
Sisi and Zhang Jie stopped crying, what was going on? Why did Shangguan suddenly kiss the soldier?
Shangguan kissed him for a full minute before standing up straight and loudly declaring, "Now that I’ve kissed you, you have to survive, or else this lady will beat you to death!"
The soldier’s mouth curled up as if he had fulfilled a wish, he closed his eyes without any regrets.
Sisi, scared, reached out and touched his nostril; there was still breath, he wasn’t dead yet. But could he actually still die?
Shangguan’s action stunned everyone in the ward, how could this beautiful girl just go ahead and kiss him? Yang Shu was really quite lucky, even if he died, it was worth it! The wounded soldiers envied Yang Shu’s romantic fortune so much they almost wished they were badly injured just to be kissed by such a beautiful girl like Shangguan.
Zhang Jie too reached out to check Yang Shu’s nose, puzzled she asked, "People in their last moment of consciousness shouldn’t be sleeping, right?"
By now, a nurse had reported the situation to the doctor, and a middle-aged male doctor rushed over hurriedly. After a check, he exclaimed with joy, "He’s still alive, quickly get him to the operating room!"
Yang Shu was taken to the operation room by the elated doctors and nurses. Sisi thought for a moment and gave the remaining half of the ginseng to the doctor, and that delighted several doctors immensely; it was a lifesaving treasure!