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Brigadier Du didn't say anything, but Zhao Xiaohu reckoned that since the brigade rescued the man from the sea of ​​fire, there was no reason to ignore it.

Adjutant Song can't be counted on, Adjutant Song's full attention is on the brigade seat, he doesn't even care about the wounded in his own brigade, how can he care about the lives of other people?

So Zhao Xiaohu acquiesced that the brigade would not give up the two people who were rescued by hundreds of lives in the whole brigade, and he took time day and night to come and take care of Zhou Lan and He Si.

Zhou Lan's operation took a whole day. The hospital in Shangqiu had limited operating conditions and doctors, and they were all dealing with the wounded. So He Si entered the operating room after a day's blood transfusion.

The moment the blanket was lifted, the people around couldn't help dodging, and even some unfamiliar people pinched their noses.

It was so horrible that I couldn't bear to look directly at it.

He Si's injured leg was originally amputated by a nail. Although the wound was ugly, it was not a serious illness, he just lost too much blood.

But after four or five days of evolution, the wound seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, and pale, bloody flowers turned out, and more white and green pus and maggots writhed in it than bloodshots.

The smell that seems to be absent along the way comes from this rotting limb.

The little soldier who took care of him knew that He Si was rotting, but there was nothing he could do about it. There was no anti-inflammatory needle, and his brothers were all standing.

He Si lost too much blood, his body was weak, and the anti-inflammatory injections did not keep up, so his infection was extremely serious.

The doctor who was spinning around on the operating table was so tired that his eyelids twitched, but when he saw He Si's legs, he gasped and was so shocked that he lost all sleepiness.

It is a miracle that people are still alive after such a severe infection.

Before waiting for the operation, the experienced doctor first ordered the nurse to draw several large tubes of blood for various tests.

The main purpose of the operation was to clean up the wound, cut off large pieces of carrion, even scraped off the bones, and finally sutured the wound full of holes.

Zhou Lan's anesthetic passed, so Xiao Bing pushed him to He Si's ward, but He Si was still in a coma.

Zhou Lan was sitting in a simple wheelchair, with one hand hanging from the water and fixed to the armrest, and because the whole leg was reconnected to the bone, it could not be bent at all, so the whole right leg stood straight in front and was placed on an extended wooden board. superior.

The anesthetic was too strong. Although he was awake, the pain also recovered at the same time.

After a few days of running and running, the broken kneecaps sprung up unevenly. Before the anesthesia took effect, he told the doctor with all his strength that he would open the reconnection. He also wanted a good leg because contact puts him at increased risk of infection.

The knee that was connected was so painful that it seemed to be pressing a huge boulder, making him sit in a wheelchair for seconds like a year, and the cold sweat followed.

He leaned forward and took He Si's hand, and the two of them shook their hands.

He Si was in a deep sleep, Zhou Lan approached him and looked at him silently, the sheets were white, but He Si was still too dark, the contrast was very sharp, very lonely and stubborn.

"He is so kind to me," Zhou Lan thought, "There will be no one better."

The ward was very quiet. Zhou Lan stroked He Si's well-articulated knuckles, as if he was carefully looking at his details for the first time. The years were turbulent, and he hadn't even looked at him carefully.

Zhou Lan silently thought that it would be enough to get one such person in this life, and the life of licking blood on the knife edge would never end. epigenetic.

He Si can give him his life, Zhou Lan asks himself, he can give him too.Too many people have died, and in his originally lonely life, He Si has become his most loyal companion, the one he cannot lose the most.

Disarmed and returned to the fields, even though he was reluctant, He Si had only made such a request for so many years.

I promised myself, I have to do it.

Clasping five fingers together, the well-defined knuckles gently touched his lips, Zhou Lan gently kissed the back of He Si's hand, and said in a low voice: "When you get better, we will not fight anymore, we will go abroad Taiping World, you see I still have a good hand, although I can no longer play the piano, I can still draw and write, you are so tough, you have survived so many storms with me, I will never let you follow me to be wronged."

His whispers were very emotional, with all kinds of sincerity and expectations for the future. If He Si could be broken into pieces and melted, Zhou Lan would be willing to cut open his chest and put him in to protect him, warm him, and support him. No longer let him go through thorns and thorns, fear and fear.

His gentle eyes fell on He Si's sleeping face, like sweeping across a lush meadow of flowers and grass in spring, full of love, and the small glass window on the door behind him, Du Yunfeng quietly looked at the two lovers.

For the first time in his life, he felt that Zhou Lan was not that Zhou Lan anymore.

Without making any sound, he bowed his head and walked through the grassy area of ​​the hospital's corridor gate. He walked into another new world in a few steps.

In that world, there are no more Zhou Lan, Song Shudong, butler Du, godmother, and dumb uncle.

He couldn't kill Zhou Lan, and he couldn't love Zhou Lan either.

Back at the brigade headquarters, he reorganized in an orderly manner, doing one thing after another, without any excitement or sadness. Song Shudong sent a secret telegram from Chongqing and handed it over to him by observing the words and deeds. Du Yunfeng naturally took it , Looking at him instantly is no different from looking at Zhang Wang Li Zhao.

Song Shudong couldn't figure out what he was thinking, but he found out the conversation between Du Yunfeng and Zhou Lan in the mountain from Xiaobing's mouth.

There is such a big secret, there is such a big surprise!

Who would fall in love with someone who killed his father and his enemy?Ordinary people can't do it, and Du Yunfeng can't do it. Anyone with flesh and blood can't do such a crazy thing.

For so many years, Du Yunfeng only seemed to be bohemian, and the dewy love between you and me did not touch him. Song Shudong was deeply loved and cared for by him, and he knew what it was like to be held on the tip of his heart by this man.

In this world, as long as there is no Zhou Lan, who else can Du Yunfeng choose besides himself?Song Shudong thought it was a matter of course that he would be next in line.The first had been ruled out forever, and he was certain that the latter would prevail.

Du Yunfeng's calmness did not sound the alarm for Song Shudong, but gave him the illusion that he would survive the catastrophe.

He thought, as long as there is a little more time, and when the sadness fades away, Du Yunfeng will always need to be with him one day. Even if he can't fall in love immediately, his body is still very young, and it is impossible to keep his own place forever and be ascetic, as long as he wants to attack If he fights and takes possession, he is willing to sacrifice and let him attack the city and seize the territory.

When He Si woke up at night, Zhou Lan happened to be pushed to get an injection to change his medicine, and there was boundless darkness in the empty ward.

Before leaving the mountain, he passed out completely and lost all consciousness. At this moment, just waking up, he feels wrapped in a mass of darkness, soft and elusive, am I dead?he thinks.

Consciousness is still hazy, he asked himself in his mind, is this what the underworld looks like?It doesn't seem to be scary, it's just too dark and quiet, just floating down alone like this?alone?Oh yes, only myself.Suddenly, I felt happy in my heart. Fortunately, it was only me. It seemed that Xiao Mu'an didn't come with me. It's great.

It was not in vain to save him.

He was thinking wildly, with a little joy of success.

"Squeak", a very slight sound, interrupted He Si's Hell Fantasia, it was Zhao Xiaohu who opened the door, and he pulled down the light cord casually.

"Should be waking up soon," Zhao Xiaohu said, "doctor, why are you in such a hurry? I see that he has stabilized a lot, and his fever has receded a lot, so there should be no major problem."

"His situation is very complicated. The results of the blood test have just come out. We have to make sure."

While speaking, the doctor had already arrived at the bedside, holding a flashlight in one hand, and rolled He Si's eyelids with the other.

A bright light shot into the pupils, accelerating He Si from semi-consciousness to sober one step at a time. He turned his head slightly and tried his best to avoid it.

"Wake up!" Zhao Xiaohu exclaimed, "It's okay if you wake up, doctor."

The doctor immediately went to see his leg, and took out a small metal hammer to lightly tap He Si's other good leg.

That leg barely responded.

"Does it hurt? Do you feel it?" The doctor kept asking.

He Si numbly shook his head.

The doctor shook his head, and there were several young doctors beside him observing and taking notes from time to time.

When the doctor took back the stethoscope, He Si had already turned 720 times in his head. He realized that something was wrong, so he mustered all his strength to grab the doctor's hand, but the hand didn't work well and he missed it.

"Doctor, what's wrong with me?" He asked eagerly.

The doctor hesitated for a moment, looked at him, then at Zhao Xiaohu, and asked tentatively, "It's more complicated. Is there any relative here?"

Zhao Xiaohu answered very cleverly: "Doctor, you tell me that we will try our best to solve the patients sent by our traveler, whether it is money or shortage of medicine." Then, he turned his head and said to He Si, "He Battalion Commander, you lie down and recuperate, don’t worry about anything else, I will find a way to get you whatever you need.”

The doctor was about to go out to discuss with Zhao Xiaohu, but He Si tried his best to stop him: "Doctor, tell me about my business, I don't know anyone well."

Zhao Xiaohu: "..."

It's really a dog biting Lu Dongbin, I don't know the good heart.

Probably the doctor also felt that what He Si said made sense. Although a person has no mobility, he should know his condition.

"The situation is not good." The doctor took off his white mask and said very cautiously, "The blood test report came out. We suspect that you are infected with tetanus and have already begun to attack."

He Si paused for breath, and his voice lowered a lot, "What will happen?" He asked carefully.

Zhao Xiaohu also became vigilant.

"This disease is well treated before," the doctor said. "If you get treated before the serious infection, it's not a big problem. You have reached the attack stage. We have given the best medicine now, but the wound does not seem to be improving. , we don’t have any better medicine, it’s hard to say that you can’t get over it.”

He Si has always been strong, and he has never been afraid before the storm, but at this moment, his expression is rarely dimmed, and he understands what the doctor means.

He has the consciousness of dying at gunpoint at all times, but he is not prepared to suffer and die in a foreign country.

"Doctor, is there any way?" Zhao Xiaohu actually didn't care about this person's life or death, but he knew that this person had a lot to do with Lu Zuo, so his life and death was no small matter.

"We can only try a large dose of medicine, but now there is a shortage of medicines, and the better medicines have been requisitioned by the army. We are also clever women who can't live without rice."

"Then..." He Si said with difficulty, but his voice was very calm, "I...how long?"

The doctor is used to life and death, especially in times of raging wars, when human life is not long enough, so he said objectively: "The onset of this kind of disease is urgent, and you lose too much blood and your resistance is very weak, I am afraid you will not be able to survive." winter."

"Jingya," the doctor bowed his head and wrote a few strokes, then handed over the prescription slip to the young nurse beside him, "add two more unit doses of sulfa."

"We are running low on medicines, and we are almost running out of sulfa. I only prescribed a few doses for Brigadier Du's sake. I'm afraid there will be nothing left in a few days." The doctor added, since Zhao Xiaohu took Du The brigade commander carried it out, and the doctor was well-informed and reasonable. The hospital will also be withdrawn to the rear in a few days. If there is the army's help along the way, it will be much smoother.

"Doctor," He Si listened to these very unoptimistic conversations, under the shock of the moment, he calmed down quickly, "I have a request, I hope you..."

"I understand," the doctor thought he understood his thoughts, and immediately said, "As long as there is still medicine in stock, I will use it for you first, but this is just a fluke, your infection is too serious. Medicine is like throwing stones in the sea, it’s not very useful, you are all soldiers with guns, so be mentally prepared.”

"Doctor, you misunderstood." He Si smiled bitterly in a good temper. Zhao Xiaohu didn't know how he laughed, but he said, "I know you have tried your best. I want to ask you to do it for me. Keep this a secret and don't let others know about it, it's my own business and I don't want anyone to know."

This was a bit beyond the doctor's expectation, but everyone has their own ambitions and can understand. The doctor nodded in agreement, raised his hand to adjust the speed of the medicine, and led the other young doctors out. There are still many wounded outside. For medical treatment, the medical school graduates he leads are all learning from him. He is really busy. Today, six wounded have died, and he has to rush to treat those who are still alive.

He Si and Zhao Xiaohu briefly said a few words.

He Si looked dark-faced and cold-hearted, but if he really wanted to get in touch more, it made people feel that it was not difficult to deal with, and he was even quite polite.

Zhao Xiaohu asked He Si if he needed anything, and He Si shook his head, then thanked him for his kindness.

Zhao Xiaohu said again: "I'll go back and report to the brigade. If there is good medicine in the brigade, it may be useful to you."

He Si lowered his eyes and thought for a while, smiled bitterly, and said, "No need, you guys have already missed me thousands of times."

Zhao Xiaohu made a sharp cut, but did not dare to agree, he said: "You were rescued by our traveler, if you want to die, how can you survive to this day, you see, even the doctor is looking at our passenger's face The Lord gave you such a good medicine, you, the heart of a villain is the belly of a gentleman."

He Si shook his head and didn't want to argue. Firstly, it is meaningless to argue. Secondly, the relationship between him and Zhou Lan and Du Yunfeng is really complicated. Don't say that others will stare when they hear it, even he himself can't figure it out clearly. .

Du Yunfeng wanted to kill him, but he did save him, all because of Zhou Lan, but if he loved someone so much that he even saved his rival, He Si asked himself, he didn't have the stamina.

Du Yunfeng was able to take the position of big brother not only because he has the ability to be arrogant, but also because he has a sense of responsibility and can take a group of younger brothers to make trouble everywhere.

So when Du Yunfeng was there, He Si only vaguely liked Zhou Lan, and he didn't dare to look directly at this thought.

Only when he is no longer, can this idea dare to show its head, take shape, and ascend to the blue sky.

Now that Zhou Lan is on his own, He Si just wants to take him away and stay away from Du Yunfeng. He doesn't hate Du Yunfeng, and he has no reason to hate him. He is just a little afraid of him, afraid that he will snatch Zhou Lan away again.

Zhao Xiaohu was very unconvinced, and when he went to pick up Zhou Lan in the treatment room, his face was not good-looking.Zhou Lan didn't have his own soldiers by his side, and when he saw Zhao Xiaohu's unkind expression, and thought that he was Du Yunfeng's soldier, he felt a little hindered, so he let him go back to the camp without serving him.

"I'll send you back to the ward," Zhao Xiaohu said, "It's inconvenient to get in and out of this wheelchair, and the doctors and nurses are too busy with the wounded to take care of them."

"It's okay, I don't want to go back yet," Zhou Lan slid the wheelchair by himself, his legs still hurt, but after a long time of pain, he got used to it a bit. Although his back was drenched in cold sweat, he knew in his heart that the pain would only It's getting lighter and lighter, and the injury will always get better. Thinking of this made his heart a lot brighter, he said: "I'll go to see Battalion Commander He, I'm worried if he won't wake up."

"Wake up," Zhao Xiaohu remembered to say to him now, "Wake up early, the doctor checked it out just now, and you went to change your medicine just now, so I didn't bother you."

As soon as Zhou Lan heard this, she immediately became happy, and even more unwilling to go back to the ward, so she accelerated the speed of going to He Si's ward.

Zhao Xiaohu even sent him in a wheelchair, and left the ward without staying.I was still gloating in my heart, thinking about how the surname He would tell that Mr. Zhou.

Could it be that I am going to die, you take care of yourself?

Or say I'm dying, you hurry up and ask Brigadier Du to get some good medicine to save me.

Zhao Xiaohu's little theater acted out several times, and he laughed all the way, thinking that Mr. Zhou really has no eyesight, it's okay for the guy surnamed He to be dark, and he doesn't even have a good heart like ours.

We traveler should have a good appearance, a meritorious deed, and live a magnanimous life, which is not as small-bellied as that surnamed He thought.

He doesn't want to keep any secrets for the surname He, he will report to the traveler immediately when he returns, if the traveler allocates medicine, the surname He will die of illness or embarrassment.

In the middle of the night, when he arrived at the brigade, he saw that the lights in the brigade were still on, which showed that people hadn't rested yet.

After returning the salute to the guard, he got into Du Yunfeng's room.

It should be that the medicine on his arm has just been changed, but Du Yunfeng is shirtless and wearing a military jacket, writing something in front of the table.

"Report!" Zhao Xiaohu's voice was low, the night was quiet, he didn't dare to disturb the passengers.

"Well," Du Yunfeng raised his eyelids, and continued writing.

It was a piece of military red-headed letterhead. Du Yunfeng had already written more than half a page, and it seemed that it was almost time to sign it.

"Travel seat," Zhao Xiaohu reported, "I just came back from the hospital, and I will report the situation to you."

"No need." Du Yunfeng wrote down the date and signature, screwed on the cap of the pen, kept his eyes on the letter paper, and looked at it from beginning to end, "I don't want to know about the hospital."

Zhao Xiaohu choked, a little unexpectedly.

"But it's a big thing," he said. "Life and death are big things. You really don't want to know?"

Du Yunfeng raised his head suddenly, and immediately asked: "What's wrong with him? Didn't he take a wheelchair well this afternoon?"

Du Yunfeng subconsciously felt that something had happened to Zhou Lan.

Zhao Xiaohu quickly explained: "Traveler, you misunderstood, it's not Mr. Zhou, it's that Battalion Commander He, I'm afraid his life will be lost!"

Du Yunfeng breathed a sigh of relief, and said impatiently: "I don't want to know about him, I love him to death, love to death, don't report to me in the future."

Zhao Xiaohu: "..."

However, he has been with Du Yunfeng all year round, and is much closer than other servants, so he has limited fear of Du Yunfeng, and he feels that this matter is a matter of his own concern for the traveler, so it is better to know, so he decided to make it clear , So he resisted the decree and repeated what the doctor said in the afternoon in a few words.

At the end, he also learned He Si's words to Du Yunfeng, and he said: "Traveler, my subordinate is stupid, you rescued him, and he also said that you wished him to die. I don't think this person knows how to praise him. White-eyed wolf."

Unexpectedly, Du Yunfeng laughed, still sneering, he was fiddling with a pen in his hand, and seemed to be in a good mood: "You know what, he is smart, he has committed too many crimes, God will accept him, and his retribution has come."

Zhao Xiaohu: "...", but he still didn't give up, so he asked: "Brother, about the medicine, will we return it in the brigade?"

"Fuck!" Du Yunfeng slapped the pen on the table, and said in a loud voice, "I didn't take his life myself, it's already cheap for him, I still save him? Go dream!"

Zhao Xiaohu, who was stunned, couldn't understand the logic of his traveler's "dedicated his life to save people, but he didn't give medicine when he was rescued", but listening to the sonorous and forceful tone of the traveler, he seemed happy, and at the same time seemed very unhappy. Puzzling.

Du Yunfeng was very impatient, he folded the letter and stuffed it into a confidential envelope, and told Zhao Xiaohu: "You give it to the confidential office yourself, and send it out tonight, without going through the registration of Adjutant Song."

After speaking, he waved his hand and sent Zhao Xiaohu to get out of here.

Zhao Xiaohu ran to the hospital in his spare time, and the medical expenses of the two were expensive, and it was not suitable for them to pay for military supplies, so Zhao Xiaohu went to find Adjutant Song, because Adjutant Song was in charge of Du Yunfeng's wealth and wealth.

Song Shudong's emotions were all on his face, and he was very dissatisfied with this expense, so he insisted on checking each item.

"Even taking morphine injections?" He asked, "The smoke has skyrocketed these days, not to mention morphine, people have painkilling injections, so he has to take morphine?"

Zhao Xiaohu didn't like this flamboyant Adjutant Song very much, so he didn't want to explain why the surnamed He was twitching in pain, so he threatened from the heart: "What Adjutant Song said is true, I also think the cost is too much. Da, if I ask the traveler for instructions again, we can't be taken advantage of."

Of course Song Shudong refused, and the dumb man who ate Coptis chinensis paid for it, even counting the odds, not a dime more.

Zhao Xiaohu took the check and ran away, rolling his eyes while running, it's not your money, what are you stingy!

The morphine injection has caught up, and He Si's condition has improved a lot.

If that's anything to go by.

His injured leg couldn't heal, it was festering all the time, and the rotten stench was always permeating in the single ward, Zhao Xiaohu didn't like to stay for a long time.

Only Zhou Lan was the same as growing up in He Si's ward. The doctor advised him to go back to the ward to recuperate, but he politely declined. The doctor told him almost sternly that his leg was not good enough, and he must be limping badly in the future. He didn't care, except for sleeping at night. He never leaves He Si's single bed.

He asked the doctor about his condition, and the doctor kept his promise, only saying that it was a serious infection and the situation was not optimistic, so he didn't say anything else.

Zhou Lan was worried, and in the evening, he took He Si's hand, and he hesitated: "Fourth brother, I have something to discuss with you."

He Si was half sitting and half lying on the head of the bed. He had just endured a convulsion, and thin sweat oozes from his forehead. He waited for the next sentence with a smile.

"I'm lame, and you won't dislike me." Zhou Lan said, not asking, but just stating.

"Of course I don't dislike it." He Si's voice was weak.

"So," Zhou Lan expressed his true thoughts, "You are lame, and I don't dislike you, you know."

He Si said nothing, just looked at each other gently.

"Your leg infection is too serious. I'm afraid it can't be cured. I watch it every day, and it gets worse every day. Fourth brother...can I cut it off?" he asked.

Just as He Si was about to speak, Zhou Lan rushed to say, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, and I will support you forever."

He Si sighed softly, stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Lan's hand, and stroked it gently. He didn't answer the question directly, but instead asked, "How long do you think a person's life is?"

Zhou Lan didn't know what was going on in his mind, and he didn't have the time to think about this ethereal question. He asked, "If there is no war, let's go wherever there is peace. I will raise you to live a long life."

Pulling Zhou Lan's hand to his lips, he kissed it affectionately, but he was too weak, and he was a little out of breath just by moving his hands.

"Xiao Mu'an," he said calmly, "it doesn't matter how long or short a person's life is, as long as he can be with the one he loves, no matter how long it is, it will be short; .”

"Don't say these things are useless, let me ask you, we don't want this leg, can we save our lives?"

He Si was unmoved, and still said gently: "It is the most regrettable thing in my life that I can get you. I dare not let my life do it all over again. I am afraid that I will not have this kind of luck again."

"So, little Mu'an," he ignored Zhou Lan's anxiety, and continued to say calmly, "Don't worry about me, I have nothing to regret, I am happy every day with you, even if It was the days when I was beaten and scolded, I don't regret everything I did for you, no matter what the price is, what I did was right."

"That's enough, what nonsense are you talking about?" Zhou Lan didn't want to listen to his strange words, he just wanted to get rid of his ills, "I treated you badly before, and I will compensate you more in the future, but your legs I really can't delay any longer, I...I..."

Zhou Lan stuttered, her voice trembled, and she couldn't continue.

He Si also became a little nervous: "What about you?"

"I..." Zhou Lan held his hand tightly and looked straight into his eyes: "I feel panicked in my heart, I... am afraid that I will lose you, not to mention amputating your leg, even if you have all your hands and feet amputated. Go on, as long as you can live, I will not allow you to die, don't leave me alone."

……

The window of the ward was open, but the stench of corruption still could not be dissipated, continuously evaporating from He Si's life, and the room was full of invisible calls of death.

"Xiao Mu'an," He Si shook his hand back, "Don't be afraid, I won't leave you alone."