After being confessed by the paranoid school grass

Silang stayed away from the operating room and devoted his energy to medical support in remote areas.During Liu Zhengze's tenure, he focused on supporting Africa. The land where the plague once broke out is now lush with crops.

"Why don't you take the medical team to Afghanistan?" Cui Jiameng proposed with a lollipop in her mouth and put her legs on the table.

"Why Afghanistan?" Si Lang asked.

"Afghanistan has just experienced a small-scale mob riot. Many people were injured and died. Moreover, the medical level in that country is far lower than that in China. It is estimated that very few people can be saved." Cui Jiameng tuned a recent report. The news of the war in Afghanistan was sent to Si Lang.

The streets are full of burned-out buildings, fleeing crowds, and criminals with guns.

Blood and tears flooded the face of a three-year-old girl, her innocent eyes full of despair and fear, sitting in the arms of a dead man.

The elderly mother watched her son being shot dead, and the mother used her back to block bullets one after another in order to protect her child.

The tragedy of war has never been felt by a person living in a peaceful and stable country.

Three days later, Si Lang boarded a flight to Afghanistan with a medical team.

Six hours later, the plane landed at the airfield in Trimble.Facing the unfamiliar faces one after another, Si Lang felt that something in his heart was being pulled hard.

Just like when he went to France alone 20 years ago, he was surrounded by strange faces.That sense of loneliness and helplessness is still felt today.

The exotic wind smelled faintly of soot and gunpowder, and the gray sky was not very clear.Under the arrangement of the embassy, ​​the group went to the hotel to store their luggage.Si Lang and Cui Jiameng lived in the same room.

The Chinese embassy in Afghanistan has already built a field hospital in advance and is ready to start work to receive the wounded at any time.Si Lang put the luggage away and opened the window to observe the situation on the street.

The place where the hotel is located is the busiest street in the capital of Afghanistan, but it is now a mess.The street was bleak, and it was clearly the season of October and autumn, but it was like the dilapidated ancient kingdom of Loulan.

The doors of the shops were all closed, the glass of the windows was almost broken, and the sides of the street were dripping with red paint or dried blood.

Row after row of roses planted on both sides of the street were covered in sand and dust, with drooping buds, and some became coquettish and weird because of being stained with blood.

The police were fully armed and patrolled the streets with guns, which showed that the fighting situation was very tense.

"Brother Liu, when do we start work?" Cui Jiameng came out of the bathroom.

"Tomorrow morning."

The sky was dark and the moon was not visible. Si Lang had to choose a bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Hearing Cui Jiameng's slight snoring and the occasional hurried footsteps outside the window, his heart could not calm down.

"Bang!" A gunshot pierced the night and turned on the sensor lights in the corridor.Cui Jiameng jumped from the bed onto Si Lang's bed and hugged Si Lang tightly.

"What's the situation?" Cui Jiameng looked at Si Lang with wide eyes.

"I don't know." Si Lang stood up, raised a corner of the curtain and looked out.It was pitch black, without light, and the sound of police sirens could be heard faintly in the distance.

Five minutes later, the police car drove up, and Si Lang saw several police officers drawing lines around a dark object to take pictures.

It was a human body.

The body was loaded into a police car and taken away, and the scarlet blood on the ground was brightly illuminated by the car lights.

"Someone died on the street." Si Lang said in a low voice.

Cui Jiameng shuddered all over, and thrust her head into Si Lang's arms.

"...too close to me..."

"Don't worry, I'm a straight man and I don't have any thoughts about you. Let me hug you for a while due to special circumstances tonight."

"Are you afraid of sleeping alone?"

"That's right. When you first entered college, you cruelly abandoned me alone in an empty dormitory. This time you have to make up for it."

Almost at the same time, the mobile phones of the two people received a message from the embassy, ​​saying that there was a sudden explosion on the street, and the doors and windows must be closed tightly, and they should not go out at night.

After all, I still have to get up early tomorrow to see the doctor. Maybe I will have surgery the previous day. Both of them forced themselves to sleep, but as soon as they closed their eyes, they felt gunshots, and Si Lang could even see the pool of blood on the ground.

Early the next morning, the entire support team started to work. Cui Jiameng led a group of people to operate on the seriously injured, and Si Lang led a group of people to disinfect and bandage the minor injuries outside the skin.

Since the opening of the field hospital in the morning, a large wave of people flocked in, some were carried in, and some were brought in by others.It was as big as four or five bullets in the body, and it was so small that half of the face was beaten so badly.

After the whole morning, Cui Jiameng only felt that her two legs were going to be unable to stand.

Constantly picking out shrapnel from broken chests and limbs, watching some seriously injured people die quietly on the hospital bed due to excessive ischemia.It not only tests the doctor's excellent ability, but also tests the doctor's strong psychological quality.

Until dusk and evening, there was still a long queue at the entrance of the hospital.

Although Si Lang could not understand the language of the local people, everyone who had been bandaged by Si Lang folded their hands together to express their gratitude to Si Lang.

Si Lang was lowering his head to disinfect the hands of an old woman, when suddenly there was a sound of blocking from outside, gunshots rang out for a long time, and people scrambled like headless flies.

Si Lang quickly hid in the corner and squatted down.The gunshots rang outside for a long time, and suddenly a cannon was heard, the sound was so loud that Si Lang felt the ground under his feet tremble.

The sound of the police car sounded again, and there were only people talking and praying in low voices outside.

"Si Lang! Come out and help!" A colleague stood at the door and shouted.

Si Lang walked quickly through the crowd to the street, and saw two children lying on the ground covered in blood.The two children held hands, Si Lang picked up one of them, and his colleague picked up the other and put it on the bed.

"Is this still a little monk?" The colleague looked at the little boy on Si Lang's back.

"Probably." Si Lang responded, and reached out to take off the boy's cassock, ready to disinfect him. The little monk looked like he was only in his teens, thin and very light.

Si Lang wiped it lightly with an alcohol cotton pad, and found that the blood on the little boy's body was not from him, but to be precise, someone else's blood was splashed on him.Apart from some superficial scratches, basically nothing serious, the fainting may have been shaken by the sound of the guns.

The boy who was carried by a colleague was not in a particularly serious condition, his eyes were rolling, and he was in a good state of mind except for a broken right arm.When his colleague put plaster on his hand, he even skillfully lit a cigarette with one hand and smoked it in his mouth.

After Si Lang dealt with the little monk, he followed the smell of smoke and looked at the boy.

This little boy looked to be in his teens, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes and maturity, even the way he smoked was extremely sophisticated.

Children in war are always easy to grow up. Si Lang was not particularly surprised, but just looked at this little boy with inexplicable sadness in his heart.

The boy was wearing a black T-shirt and had many old scars on his shoulders. He sat on the bed unrestrainedly and watched the bandages wrap around his arms.

"The little monk is awake." The colleague gestured to Si Lang behind his back.

The little monk just opened his eyes and didn't quite understand where he is now. He got up slowly, suddenly became flustered, and his eyes were looking for something everywhere.

The smoking boy saw the little monk woke up, and shouted something to him, short and powerful.Hearing this, the little monk hurried to the smoking boy, and the two started talking.

"Brother Lang, how can you tell this kid to come back in two weeks?" The colleague put a cast on the smoking boy and looked at Si Lang helplessly.

Si Lang was about to take out his mobile phone to translate, but the little monk suddenly spoke.

"Let me tell him."

The pronunciation is a bit irregular, but it is already very good.Si Lang and his colleagues looked at the little monk in surprise, "You can speak Chinese?"

"know a little."

"Then you tell this little boy to come over in two weeks to change his medicine."

"it is good."

The little boy turned around and told the story to the smoking little boy, then turned around and bowed to Si Lang and his colleagues.

In the evening, everyone finally finished their work before the curfew, and the rescue team rushed to the hotel as soon as possible. As a result, as soon as Si Lang reached the hotel entrance, he saw the smoking boy and the young monk sitting on the steps of the hotel entrance.

The little monk saw Si Lang and nodded to him.

"It's almost curfew, you two should hurry home!" Si Lang said.

The little monk bowed his head and did not speak, but simply shook his head.

"Probably homeless." A colleague whispered in Si Lang's ear.

Si Lang decided that it was impossible for these two children to sit on the street in the middle of the night and risk their lives being shot, so he pulled the two little boys back to his room.

Si Lang gave up his bed to the two children and shared the bed with Cui Jiameng.

The cassock that the little monk had just washed was hanging on the curtain rod to dry.It's a dim red color, which Si Lang has only seen in documentaries.

There are countless experiences in the deep and shallow folds.

"Thank you." The little monk said, still tightly holding the smoking boy with the expression of "I am a big brother" in his hand.

"My name is Zaha, and my companion is Xin Jia." The little monk said.

"My father, a Burmese businessman, gave birth to me in Afghanistan. My mother died while giving birth to me. My father died in the street next door last night."

The little monk bowed his head, and there was no emotion in his tone, like plain water, without any taste.

The most indispensable thing in war is death.People die every day, like a piece of inevitable bad luck, and it's bad luck for whoever gets it.There is no need to miss it, people have long taken life and death lightly.

"He was an orphan who lived on the streets since he was a child. We are friends now."

A little monk who eats fast and chant Buddha all day long is good friends with a troubled boy who hangs around the streets with people all day long. It sounds too ridiculous.

But it was these two people whose living circumstances were so different that they came together under the impetus of the war.