The night completely enveloped this refugee camp on the outskirts of Chittagong, but the temporary medical point was brightly lit, shining like daylight.
The generator emitted a muffled roar, mingling with the occasional dense gunfire and artillery sounds from afar, causing an involuntary tightness in the chest.
This extreme tug-of-war race against death saw the Huaxia Medical Team and local doctors fully integrated, operating under the unified coordination of Professor Ruosi like a precision instrument.
"Bed number three, blood pressure has dropped to 80/50, administer dopamine! Prepare for a blood transfusion!"
"Bed number five's wound cleaning is complete, Doctor Gu, we need you to do the suturing!"
Gu Yu stood at the operating table, having worked intensely for seven hours straight.
