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Chapter 501: Chapter 470: Skillfully Defusing the Crisis

The curtain of the operating room was pulled back by Gu Yu.

The faint "beep beep" of the monitor came through from behind the curtain, but clearer in his ears was the "click" of the AK-47 being cocked, along with the sound of a dozen heavy breaths.

The leader took off his hood, and as expected, it was Peron. He grinned slightly, the flesh on his face twitching.

He raised his rifle, the dark muzzle pointed directly at Gu Yu, who had just taken off his blood-stained surgical gown.

Behind him, over twenty men armed with various weapons, their eyes greedily scanning the stacks of medical supply boxes and a few portable medical devices inside the room.

Such items were indeed rare finds in the refugee camp.

Ez and Elena, the siblings, were tightly shielded in a corner by two medical staff, trembling all over.

Lin Xinyue, pale-faced, subconsciously wanted to step forward to stand by Gu Yu, but was stopped by a glance from him.

These were desperados who lived on the edge, and a woman negotiating would only excite them more.

Without any panic in Gu Yu’s eyes, Lin Xinyue felt slightly reassured and retreated two steps back.

"Doctor, is the surgery finished?"

Peron’s gravelly voice was like sandpaper scratching, his mouth splitting open into an expression that could barely be called a smile: "Very well! Now let’s talk about our business."

His gaze quickly swept over the crowded refugees in the corridor: "Boss Cansoto thinks you’re causing too much commotion here! Not only have you taken over our territory, but you’ve also been saving people who shouldn’t be saved."

He deliberately paused, lifting the muzzle of the gun a little higher to point at Gu Yu’s head: "So you need to pay a protection fee. We’re not asking for much — either leave half the medical supplies and those two machines, and you can all be safe."

The word "safe" was emphasized heavily by Peron.

He gestured to the medical supplies on the cart and the equipment for monitoring and providing oxygen: "Or we can help you quiet down right now."

The atmosphere in the medical center instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Surrendering half of the supplies meant that half of the refugees would go without treatment.

And the situation could escalate into a conflict at any moment; these people were armed, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Nurse Chief Luolinda, with a face ashen, discreetly reached for the emergency communicator on her waist.

A subordinate standing behind Peron impatiently pulled the gun’s bolt, pointing it at her: "Be honest!"

"Wait!" Gu Yu stepped forward half a pace.

He did not look at Peron but cast his eyes upon the refugees huddled in the corridor, looking on in terror.

"Mr. Peron," Gu Yu began, his voice calm yet unusually clear in the tense silence: "Your demands are reasonable."

These words made Peron and his men pause, even Luolinda looked at him with confusion.

"But taking half the medical supplies is not possible."

Gu Yu continued, his tone steady as if diagnosing a case.

Seeing Peron frown, Gu Yu spread his hands: "This isn’t a negotiation, it’s a fact."

"Every antibiotic, every roll of bandage, every amp of power here could save a life, including potentially one of your own in the future if they fall sick or get injured."

He met Peron’s gaze firmly: "If we hand over half today, there will be dozens more patients waiting to die here tomorrow.

News will spread, and how will the outside perceive Boss Cansoto? Robbing refugee resources for personal gain? Or..."

Gu Yu didn’t finish, but the meaning was obvious.

In terms of ethics and public opinion, if Peron proceeded, Cansoto’s reputation in this region would plummet severely; it would be an extremely foolish robbery.

Peron’s pupils narrowed slightly.

Gu Yu’s words hadn’t directly opposed him but had pointed out the stakes involved.

Though they were bandits, disinterested in the refugees’ lives, the sheer number of refugees living in the West District made provoking public outrage something even they with their firearms couldn’t withstand.

Seeing his hesitation, Gu Yu added: "Robbing international medical aid won’t be ignored by the United Nations."

Peron’s expression wavered.

Noting this, Gu Yu immediately proposed an alternative: "Out of respect for Boss Cansoto, we can consider another way."

"The core medical supplies and equipment here cannot be touched; that is the bottom line. But..."

He changed his tone: "I can promise you, if anyone among you gets injured or falls ill, you can come to us during our regular free clinic hours alongside the refugees, where we’ll offer the necessary treatment."

"We can also provide you with a list of preventive medicines for highly prevalent diseases here, like dengue fever. If you don’t know how to use them, we can provide guidance."

He finished speaking and remained silent.

It was all up to what Peron decided.

Yet he knew that Peron was unlikely to refuse.

In a place like the Rohingya Refugee Camp, reliable healthcare was more precious than gold.

When people are sick or injured, they can die.

The suggestion he offered not only drew a clear line on what couldn’t be taken but also presented a long-term "soft" benefit impossible for them to refuse.

Peron remained silent, scrutinizing Gu Yu’s face, still seeming hesitant.

Gu Yu decided to strengthen his psychological offensive, his voice cooling slightly as he glanced at Peron and his subordinates’ rather lacking equipment: "Do you think, even if we’re forced to hand over supplies today or die in conflict with you, that the Peace Ark and the nation backing us would have no response?

"Would Boss Cansoto really want to offend several international organizations and the countries behind them for some medicines and equipment you may not use or know how to use?"

"How many strikes from the naval guns on the Peace Ark do you think you could withstand?"

Threatened suddenly, Peron’s eyes stared intently at Gu Yu.

This young Huaxia doctor was much tougher than he’d imagined, not just calm but also hitting every weakness.

Forcing a takeover would ruin their reputation and potentially create continuous troubles.

Letting them completely free felt like missing out, yet the medical aid was tempting.

Armed men like them often got injured, and though they had doctors, the medical skills were rather average.

Many brothers died from infections caused by injuries.

Gu Yu’s suggestion wasn’t something he wanted to agree to but neither could he refuse.

After tens of seconds of stalemate, Peron suddenly grinned, though it wasn’t quite friendly, the murderous aura notably diminished.

"You, Doctor, are quite bold and articulate."

He waved his hand, instructing his men to lower their guns.

"The list of medicines we need will be sent over tomorrow; you must provide them."

Peron ultimately chose to find an exit on this note.

"But Doctor, remember your words. Around here, aside from treating illnesses, the most troublesome are the patients; manage your own people well."

With this meaningful warning, Peron led his men quickly out of the medical center.

However, they didn’t leave entirely, leaving two men behind to monitor the periphery of the medical center.

With the militants temporarily withdrawn, everyone in the medical point collectively breathed a sigh of relief, as if completely drained of energy.

Lin Xinyue, who had been clutching her hands tightly, finally loosened her grip, her palms full of sweat.

Luolinda exhaled deeply, her gaze at Gu Yu filled with admiration.

He had perfectly defused such a dangerous situation.

Gu Yu walked over to the sink and splashed water on his face, slightly relaxing his intensely strained nerves.

However, before everyone could catch their breath, suddenly, from afar, came a burst of gunfire even more intensive and fierce than before!

The burst fire of automatic rifles and the muffled sounds of explosions interwove, mixed with cries, as if a large-scale violent conflict had erupted!

Almost simultaneously, a volunteer responsible for communication ran over with a pale face, clutching a satellite phone, her voice trembling: "Nurse Chief Luo! Doctor Gu!

Peace Ark’s urgent notice!

Due to a sudden escalation in armed conflicts around the Rohingya Refugee Camp, the security level has been raised to the highest!

You are required — Huaxia Medical Team — to immediately initiate the emergency protocol, assessing the possibility of emergency evacuation within 24 hours!"

The word "evacuation" struck like a heavy hammer on everyone’s heart.

Gu Yu looked at Ez’s father who had not yet escaped the critical period in the tent, looked at the refugees in the corridor waiting for treatment, his brows tightly knit.

Very soon, another wave of wounded would arrive; how could they evacuate at such a time?