Chapter 274: Take It Off Downwards, Not Upwards
Zhang Yang was caught off guard by the sudden scene, unable to tell whether she fainted due to excessive blood loss or because of a high fever.
But he had no time to think. He could only treat both issues at once. He first took out a frozen ice pack and placed it on her forehead to lower her fever physically, then pinched the philtrum under her nose, hoping to help her regain consciousness.
Just as Zhang Yang wondered if he should start artificial respiration, the blonde beauty finally woke up weakly.
Seeing Zhang Yang sweating nervously as he worked, then noticing the ice pack on her forehead, her face showed a trace of embarrassed smile.
"Thank you!"
Seeing her awake, Zhang Yang felt slightly relieved. Hearing her thanks, he simply replied with a faint smile, "Let me clean your wound first."
"Mm!" The blonde beauty nodded lightly. Looking at Zhang Yang, she even revealed a shy smile. "I…I'll do it myself."
If Zhang Yang hadn't seen her true appearance earlier, he would've thought he was hallucinating. Wasn't she a cold-blooded sniper?
The blonde beauty glanced at him, exhaled softly, then pulled down the zipper of her green digital camouflage uniform. As expected, she was wearing a tight military vest underneath. But unlike Pan Ningning's, hers was a sandy-yellow one with black stripes, and she clearly wasn't wearing any bra beneath.
As soon as the camouflage uniform opened, Zhang Yang was once again completely stunned.
That figure was simply too hot. The moment the uniform was lifted, a pair of full, proud peaks nearly burst into his face.
She wasn't even wearing a bra, yet her cup size was no less than that of women who did.
Beside him, perhaps only Gao Qi could wear the same bra size as her. And this blonde beauty's waist was even slimmer than Gao Qi's. In Zhang Yang's impression, Western women generally had thicker waists unless they were models.
But she actually had such a slender waist.
Full curves paired with that slim waist—yet the proportions were still perfect.
It showed just how hot her figure was. Zhang Yang stared for a moment before quickly shifting his focus to check her wound.
Compared to Pan Ningning, this blonde beauty's injury was slightly more toward the side, closer to her full peak. The wound wasn't large, but the bullet's shock force had torn open the surrounding muscle, leaving a gory mess.
Zhang Yang frowned, sighing internally. Not even an hour ago, he was the one who shot her. Yet now…
He was the one personally stopping her bleeding and dressing her wounds. It felt unbelievable.
After unzipping her uniform, the blonde beauty blushed slightly. She looked at Zhang Yang, pointed at the tight vest underneath, and said awkwardly, "You…help me…clothes…take off…"
He wasn't sure if that was what she meant, but it was the only interpretation he could make. Her right hand seemed difficult to move, and with her fever draining her strength, she probably couldn't do it herself.
But Zhang Yang shook his head. "No, no need. Your wound needs hospital treatment. I only need to cut…" He held up scissors. "Cut a small opening, disinfect it, and wrap it temporarily."
She seemed to understand the word 'hospital' and immediately shook her head desperately. "No…hospital…can't go!"
Zhang Yang froze. She truly looked distressed, not acting. He frowned but soon understood—she knew her own identity. If she entered a hospital, she'd never be able to walk out again. But didn't she know what she herself was doing?
"If you don't go, you'll die." Zhang Yang glanced at her chest and thigh wounds. Not fatal now, but without stitches, infection would be deadly.
She still shook her head. Her beautiful eyes showed a trace of pleading as she stared hard at Zhang Yang. "No…"
Zhang Yang sighed, looked at her, and said softly, "Fine. I promise I won't take you to a hospital. Now can I bandage you?"
"Mm!" She immediately nodded, as if she trusted Zhang Yang. Her pale face even showed another faint smile. "Thank you!"
"Clothes, help me take off…"
Zhang Yang nodded, reached toward her slender waist, and began lifting her tight vest upward.
"Pop!" As her snowy, full breasts sprang out, even though he had already seen their outline before, seeing them clearly now still blinded him for a moment.
So big, so white, so perky!
And the pink grapes on top were still very small—like oversized love beans.
The blonde beauty immediately blushed crimson, clamping her arms together to hide her breasts, shaking her head frantically at Zhang Yang. "No…take off…from upward…"
While speaking, she pulled her clothes back down, covering her chest again.
Zhang Yang froze. So he had misunderstood her entirely. Seeing her flustered and shy expression, he also felt his own face flush.
"Sorry, I didn't understand you."
"It…okay, you can still…"
This time, Zhang Yang didn't wait for her to finish. He nodded quickly. She meant only to pull down the upper part, not remove the entire vest. And he had thought she wanted the whole thing off.
What a misunderstanding…
After carefully pulling the vest halfway down, even though he could still clearly see half of her snowy breast, at least it wasn't as dazzling as before. And with her wound looking so gruesome, Zhang Yang wasn't in the mood for distractions.
After cleaning both wounds, he suddenly heard a deafening noise from the sky in the distance.
At the same time, bursts of gunfire echoed from the distant valley.
Zhang Yang hurried to find his phone. When he turned it on, he saw several missed calls. He had set it to vibration and was too focused on treating the beauty to notice.
Two were from Lao Yi, just moments ago. Two were from Ao Tian.
Zhang Yang called Lao Yi back first. Hearing his voice, Lao Yi sounded overwhelmed with relief. "Boss, you scared me half to death. You've been gone so long without contact. Miss Tang and I have already climbed halfway up the mountain to look for you."
"I'm fine. Really. Our support troops arrived, right? Tell them to take Pan Ningning to the nearest hospital immediately."
"Yes! Boss, hurry down the mountain."
Zhang Yang glanced at the blonde beauty beside him, staring blankly as he talked on the phone. He hesitated, then said, "Got it."
What to do with her was still a question. She clearly didn't want him to send her to a hospital. If she went, the National Security Bureau would seize her instantly.
She was an overseas mercenary. Even without a criminal record, she'd still be imprisoned, deported, or even placed on military trial.
Looking at her slightly youthful yet helplessly beautiful face, Zhang Yang suddenly felt a tremor in his heart. He crouched down and asked, "Can you tell me how old you are?"
"Eighteen…" She looked at Zhang Yang, her eyes a bit lost.
"Eighteen?" Zhang Yang frowned, biting his lip as he repeated softly. Eighteen. In Huaxia Kingdom, she'd still be a high school student. But she was already a mercenary?
"What's your name? Can you tell me?"
"Meixin Chikonova."
She said it quickly. Zhang Yang tried to catch it—sounded like a Russian-style name, though he wasn't sure.
"Are you Russian?"
She shook her head. "Ukolan…Odessa!"
"Ukolan?" Zhang Yang nodded. No wonder she was so pretty—she came from beautiful-women-rich Ukolan. He wanted to ask why she joined a mercenary group, but considering her English was even worse than his, they couldn't communicate well. And she probably didn't want to say.
"Meixin…" Zhang Yang looked into her eyes. "Believe me. I will help you."
"Mm! I believe you." She stared at him and nodded. Then suddenly leaned forward and kissed Zhang Yang lightly on the cheek. "Thank you!"
Zhang Yang froze. He had thought Meixin was going to attack him. His hand even reached for her waist, ready to counter. But when her soft lips left his cheek, he realized it was a thank-you kiss.
He knew Eastern European women were passionate, but he was still slightly moved.
Standing up, he looked at the helicopter hovering above the road below. He signaled Meixin to stay calm, then called Ao Tian back. Before he could speak, Ao Tian roared.
"You brat! Why didn't you answer your damn phone!?"
"I'm answering now, aren't I?"
"Damn it, I thought you were dead. Where are you? The local armed police and police force have mobilized. They're sweeping the entire mountain area. There may still be enemies hiding."
"Enemies?" Zhang Yang glanced at Meixin. "Has my helicopter arrived?"
"It should've!"
"And the medical team?"
"They're onboard. They'll drop off the special forces and immediately escort Pan Ningning to the nearest military hospital. Don't worry—we'll take over after that."
"I need you to take an extra injured person." Zhang Yang thought for a moment.
"No problem. One of your men hurt?"
"Mm. Sort of."
"Alright, no problem." Ao Tian agreed readily.
"Mm. One more thing."
"Damn it, kid, stop nagging. As long as it's not breaking principles, it's fine."
Hearing that, Zhang Yang hesitated. How was he supposed to explain this?