An hour later, at the North Sea Fleet's Lushun Base.
Gu Zheng was rushed straight to the base hospital.
Yang Qi, Han Xiao, and the others had all arrived and swiftly took over matters concerning the captured prisoners from the naval personnel.
Gu Zheng had a through-and-through gunshot wound complicated by a high fever and infection-a severe surgical emergency.
He was wheeled directly into the hospital's Resuscitation Room.
Song Ning looked at the doors of the Resuscitation Room, then immediately turned to ask the naval officer beside her:
"Is there somewhere I can take a hot bath?"
The officer's surname was Xiao, and he was the commander of the base's Guard Company.
Company Commander Xiao looked at the young woman, soaked from head to toe, her lips purple-black from the cold, and quickly pointed toward the rear of the hospital.
"Yes! The hospital has a women's bathhouse with a soaking pool! I can take you there!"
"Sorry for the trouble, but could you... find me some clean clothes?" Song Ning added.
"No problem!"
Company Commander Xiao turned to another soldier beside him.
"Xiao Zhang! Go find a small-sized uniform for Comrade Song!"
Xiao Zhang hurried off, and Company Commander Xiao turned to lead Song Ning there.
But Song Ning said, "Company Commander Xiao! I can find the bathhouse myself. Sorry for the trouble-please have Comrade Xiao Zhang bring the clothes to the entrance! Also, could you stay here and let me know if anything happens in the Resuscitation Room? If I haven't come out yet, please make sure someone goes in to tell me!"
Though somewhat puzzled, Company Commander Xiao nodded.
"Don't worry! I'll stay right here! I won't move a step!"
Song Ning thanked him, then moved her stiff legs and headed toward the rear of the hospital.
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