On the operating table, she is the steadiest hand of the Military Region General Hospital. Under the shadowless lamp, the stitches used to sew up the wound were as fine as embroidery, and the knife was executed quickly and accurately, earning him the nickname "One Knife". There were nine blood-stained bullet casings hidden in the pockets of her white coat, a secret she never revealed.
On the training ground, he is the sharpest edge of the special operations brigade. He could shoot a headshot from 800 meters away, and he could break the enemy's neck in unarmed combat. When the whole brigade saw him, they didn't dare to express their anger. At the bottom of the tactical backpack is a pile of scrapped love letters, the handwriting is more scrawled than the shooting scores.
