The love story of a wealthy family amid anti-fraud storm at the border

Ling Yue felt someone coming behind her in a daze.

His footsteps were so light, and his breath was so familiar. Was this a dream? Was I too tired?

Why did she feel that the person coming was Yi Chen?

She opened her eyes in a daze, looked at the empty tent, and instantly realized that the feeling just now was just a dream.

She stood up dejectedly and walked out of the tent, only to see that the sun was already setting!

She paid no attention to the figure hiding in the dark behind the tent.

At this moment, a young man hurriedly came to the medical team's residence carrying his son who had a fever.

"Doctor, can you save my son? He has had a fever for three days!" Ling Yue felt the situation was urgent and did not care about her own physical discomfort. She actively devoted herself to the work of treating the child.

She didn't notice the two "precious" ibuprofen on her pillow at all!

After examining the child, Ling Yue looked at the urgently needed medical supplies and medicines, and she couldn't help but feel worried.

If a child has a fever, antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs are essential.

However, several medicines have run out.

Last time, the medicines were robbed during transportation. According to the villagers, it was thanks to the help of the Chinese man that the medicines were not stolen.

However, this time, according to the time calculation, the medicine should have arrived long ago, but now there is no news.

“Doctor Ling, I found this next to your pillow. Isn’t this the ibuprofen you prescribed for Zara last time?”

The assistant handed the two ibuprofen in his hand to Ling Yue.

Ling Yue took the medicine and checked it carefully. It was indeed the medicine she prescribed for Zara.

Because in the rescue team, every prescription must be specially marked for easy management.

"Did Zara send it back? Doesn't she need it herself?"

Ling Yue didn't see Zara just now. When did she come to deliver the medicine?

"I found this medicine next to your pillow when I was helping you make your bed just now," the assistant replied.

"You mean by my pillow? Has anyone been here just now?"

Several assistants present shook their heads.

Ling Yue didn't have time to think about it. She immediately prepared the antipyretic medicine for the little boy, told her assistant some precautions, and then left the tent with tired steps.

After finishing her work, she sat down and felt unbearable pain in her lower abdomen. She wondered how those two ibuprofen appeared next to her pillow?

Just now in my dream, I vaguely felt that someone came. Was it Zara?

How did she know that she needed to take ibuprofen to relieve pain during her period?

Just when she was puzzled, Zara walked into the tent with a cup of hot tea.

She said in broken Chinese, "Come and have a cup of tea to relieve yourself!"

Ling Yue took the hot tea and took a sip. The moment she took a sip, she looked at Zara in disbelief.

It was a familiar smell. How did she brew this tea?

How could an African woman, in this foreign country, have the tea that Yichen often brewed for her when they were in the special forces?

Ling Yue immediately thought of the injured Chinese man whom she had never met.

Could it be that he is Yi Chen?

"How do you know how to brew this tea? Who is he?" Ling Yue asked excitedly, grabbing Zara's hand.

Ling Yue's reaction frightened Zara so much that she was at a loss as to what to do. Just as she was about to speak, she heard her assistant calling her from outside the tent.

"Doctor Ling, our medicine has arrived! Come quickly!"

Ling Yue had no choice but to let go of Zara's hand and ran out of the tent.

Just as everyone was happily busy unloading medicines and other relief supplies from the truck, several gunshots were suddenly heard from not far away.

I saw several pickup trucks carrying a group of militants heading towards the camp...

Ling Yue immediately felt that the situation was urgent, and she hurriedly urged everyone to speed up the unloading of supplies and medicines.

He and several militiamen in the camp prepared to fight the enemy.

As a former special forces soldier, Ling Yue's long-hidden fighting spirit was instantly ignited.

She seized an opening and suddenly jumped out from behind the sandbag, holding the assault rifle she had received from the militia in her hand.

With the superb marksmanship she had acquired in the special forces, she quickly aimed at a militant who was advancing towards the core area of ​​the camp.

"boom!"

With a gunshot, the bullet hit the militant's shoulder accurately. The other party screamed and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

But the rest of the militants reacted quickly and pointed their guns at Ling Yue.

Bullets rained down on her, but Ling Yue remained calm. She rolled swiftly and hid behind an abandoned truck.

The truck's body was hit by dense bullets, making a clanging sound and splashing a string of sparks.

Ling Yue took a deep breath, quickly checked the ammunition status of the rifle in his hand, and silently calculated in his mind.

Just when the militants thought she was trapped and their firepower relaxed slightly, Ling Yue attacked again.

She leaned over the side of the truck and pulled the trigger repeatedly at an extremely fast speed. The flames from the muzzle illuminated her determined face.

In this round of shooting, two more militants were hit and fell to the ground, and the rest were thrown into chaos by her sudden counterattack.

"Everyone follow me, don't let them take away the supplies!"

Inspired by her, the militiamen also came out from behind their respective shelters and increased their firepower output.

For a moment, the gunshots from both sides were intertwined, and the situation was extremely tense.

Ling Yue fought against the militants together with everyone, and several militiamen and villagers who joined the battle were injured.

However, at this critical moment, a few gunshots in the distance helped her eliminate several militants, and the situation suddenly became a sure win for them.

The two leading militants tried to escape but were spotted by the sharp-eyed Ling Yue.

Ling Yue chased after him without saying a word until they reached the edge of a cliff...

They had used up all their bullets during the chase, but now the two men were still arrogant as they stood on the edge of the cliff.

"There are two of us, and you only have one bullet. You can't kill both of us. Why don't we make a deal?"

"Just surrender. Going forward means death. Jumping down also means death!"

Facing the two of them, Ling Yue was not at all panicked.

At this moment, suddenly, a bullet from a distance hit the head of one of the militants.

Ling Yue knew that someone was secretly helping her, so she pulled the trigger without saying a word.

At the moment when the last militant fell, something unexpected happened. He pulled the fuse of the bomb in his hand...