Expedition to Europe

With the participation of Mao Shiba and his team, the speed of treating the wounded soldiers was gradually accelerated.

The doctors did not believe in the treatment effect of traditional Chinese medicine, so they did not dare to let Mao Shiba and his team take care of the wounded independently. After Qin Zhiyuan's coordination, the military doctors were mainly responsible for treating the wounds, and Mao Shiba and his team were responsible for suturing and bandaging the wounds.

In this way, the speed of treatment was greatly accelerated. By dusk, Mao Shiba and his team had treated nearly a thousand wounded soldiers.

Since so many people were saved, the harvest was also rich.

More than 13,000 francs, more than 20 pocket watches, more than 50 Luger pistols, 12 military and civilian binoculars, and a Santos watch produced by Cartier that had just appeared before the war.

This situation made everyone laugh and cry. The wounded soldiers loved and hated the Chinese workers. What they loved was that they were really skilled, and they treated the wounds quickly and well, which could alleviate the pain of the wounded soldiers to the greatest extent. What I hate is that they are just money-grubbing gangs. If you don't give them money or give them too little, they will immediately become "old women". They are slow and rude. They will take five minutes to sew seventeen or eighteen stitches on a wound that can be cured with three stitches in ten seconds.

Although the speed of treating the wounded is accelerating, more wounded soldiers have not been treated in time. Listening to the groans of their compatriots who are trying to hold back the pain, and watching the large number of wounded soldiers still queuing up behind, the wounded soldiers who are receiving treatment have to take out all their belongings and hand them over to the Chinese workers, begging them to move faster so that more people can be treated as soon as possible.

The Chinese workers have transformed into military doctors, and the captain in charge of logistics is also dumbfounded. Several times, the captain came to Qin Zhiyuan and wanted Qin Zhiyuan to organize the Chinese workers to transport supplies, but after looking at the stretchers that could not be seen at the end, the captain finally gave up this idea that would arouse public anger and found a group of Indian workers wearing turbans to transport supplies.

After a while, the Indian laborers came back after delivering the supplies. The leader found the captain and said hesitantly: "Sir, Major Bastian did not allow us to enter the trench. He specifically asked Qin to be responsible for his supplies and asked Qin to go up now."

"Named? What the hell is this..." The captain muttered a few words and turned to find Qin Zhiyuan.

With the captain's IQ, he couldn't figure it out anyway. They were obviously a group of laborers who could only do the simplest work. How did they suddenly become a group of popular people? The captain was sure of one thing, I'm afraid he won't get gold coins from Qin Zhiyuan in the future.

"Qin, that's the situation." The captain found Qin Zhiyuan and told him Major Bastian's request.

"Uh... I'm very happy to work for Major Bastian, but look at the current situation. We are really overwhelmed. After all, saving lives is more important, isn't it?" Qin Zhiyuan, who also participated in the wound bandaging work, looked at the wounded lying on the stretcher with a look of compassion, showing his dilemma vividly.

"Fuck Major Bastian, Qin, save these kids first, I'll give him an explanation from Major Bastian." The wounded who was waiting to be bandaged shouted loudly. Qin Zhiyuan looked carefully and found that the rank of the wounded was also major.

"Yes, sir!" Before Qin Zhiyuan responded, the captain saluted energetically, then turned and left.

Qin Zhiyuan shook his head and half-knelt on the ground to continue to treat the wound. The major was seriously injured. His thigh was blown by the fragments of the shell, leaving a nearly foot-long wound. The wound was hideous and the skin and flesh were rolled up, which looked very scary.

While Qin Zhiyuan was treating the wound, the major's face was pale, and beads of sweat rolled down his head. His body was shaking slightly, obviously trying to endure the pain.

"Fuck, damn it." Qin Zhiyuan was suturing, and suddenly picked out a medical cotton ball from the wound. Obviously, this was forgotten in the wound by the military doctor when he was treating the wound just now.

"My God..." Seeing Qin Zhiyuan find a cotton ball from his wound, the major was stunned and began to curse: "This damn group, this is a crime, this is murder, I will sue them, I must sue them..."

"Calm down, Mr. Major." Qin Zhiyuan gently and firmly soothed the major's emotions. Perhaps Qin Zhiyuan's voice was very magical, or perhaps the sleeve with the Red Cross logo on Qin Zhiyuan's arm worked, and the major's emotions slowly calmed down.

"Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous, love is not boastful, is not arrogant, does not do shameful things, does not seek its own benefit, is not easily angered, does not count people's evil, does not like unrighteousness, but only likes the truth; tolerates everything, believes everything, hopes everything, endures everything; love never ends." Qin Zhiyuan recited the classic quotations from the Bible softly, and his hands were busy.

"Love is patient and kind. Love does not envy or boast. It is not arrogant or rude. It does not seek its own way. It is not easily angered or resentful. It does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends." The major repeated Qin Zhiyuan's words softly, with a pious and ashamed expression and tears in his eyes.

"Love is patient and kind..." More wounded soldiers recited in a low voice, gradually forming a wave of sound that filled every corner of the wounded camp.

An emotion called "love" was growing and spreading, like a candlelight in the dark, like a bonfire in the cold winter, warming every lonely soldier and nourishing every wounded heart.

"Okay, Major, I wish you a speedy recovery." As everyone recited in unison, Qin Zhiyuan tied the last bow on the major's bandage.

"Thank you, Qin, thank you very much. I can't express my feelings at this moment. You are really an angel." The major held Qin Zhiyuan's hand with tears in his eyes, and expressed his gratitude incoherently.

"God bless you, you will get better." Qin Zhiyuan gently shook the major's hand, and then gestured to the wounded soldiers waiting next to him.

"Wait, I'll give this to you, hoping to express my gratitude." The major took out a Luger P08 pistol from his waist and handed it to Qin Zhiyuan.

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This is a high-end product similar to a commemorative pistol, with a slender barrel, a bolt inlaid with exquisite silver carvings, and a white ivory handle. You can tell at a glance that it is of extraordinary value.

"Wow... She is so beautiful, so beautiful. But this must be your favorite thing, please forgive me for not accepting it." Although Qin Zhiyuan was happy to see the prey, he still stopped his desire.

The P08 pistol was the most valuable collection of the Allied forces until World War II. This craft pistol, which obviously has a noble pedigree, might have been the personal belongings of a German marshal, and it is even more collectible. Such good stuff is the best souvenir for soldiers. Although Qin Zhiyuan hates Western countries, he is not willing to "take away what others like" as an individual.

"No, you must accept it." The major was very determined and insisted on giving this gun to Qin Zhiyuan.

"Who? Who just read the Bible?" The two people were pushing and shoving, and suddenly a group of priests ran over.

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