[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

#黑berry姐姐的同人文—— Never Betrayed#

John H. Watson is a military doctor with superb medical skills, kindness, and superb marksmanship. Everyone in the treatment camp respects him.And in this place that is darker than the battlefield, his golden hair can always give people warmth.

After all, not everyone goes into a treatment camp and walks out alive.

People in the military like to have a little fun for themselves, men and women alike.Those tall and mighty soldiers are always very popular, men and women like them, but few people care about Dr. Watson.Whether it's height or appearance, he doesn't have an advantage. Although his warmth is enough to be liked, what people want is excitement, a one-time happiness, not a long-term warmth.

The warm sunshine of early winter is only for peace, now they want the heat of fire.

Watson didn't feel distressed either. First, he didn't like men. Second, after all, the army was where he served the country, not when he had fun.

War is always cruel, and Watson faces rescue and death every day.Watching the living beings struggling on the death line, and then reaching out to pull them back, requires good technical and psychological qualities.Watson was the only one who had been stationed in the treatment camp for four years.

This is also a battlefield, but his enemy is not an enemy army, but a god of death wielding a scythe.

Competing with death, this job also sounds very powerful.

Every time he wins a game, he can save a life, which feels good.

However, the person sent today was a little special. The military uniform Watson was wearing was not familiar to Watson, but a more refined... enemy military uniform.The upper part of his face was covered by the hat, leaving only his mouth and nose to breathe, and he felt that his breathing was very weak, and there was not much blood on his body, but a wound from his left chest to his left shoulder was clearly visible, although there was no more bleeding , but Watson felt that this was terrible.

"This man is very important." General Lestrade, who brought him here, looked tense. "He has very important information on him. He must be rescued."

Watson was the oldest person in the treatment camp, so this matter naturally fell on him.Before he could even see the man's face clearly, he was changed into a surgical gown and pushed the man into the operating room.

After turning on the not-so-bright light, Watson reached out and took off his hat, narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally got a clear view of the man.

His face was pale, with sharply protruding cheekbones, and his thin lips were unconsciously pressed together because of the pain.He's handsome for good measure, but still looks oppressive, although his dark curly hair makes his face less acerbic.

Watson was sure that he had never seen him before, but his face was so recognizable that he might not be able to forget him in a short time.

He didn't take his clothes off, in fact Watson didn't even dare to move him.He reached out and unbuttoned his military uniform, then his tie, then his shirt.God, his shirt had gold buttons. Even if he couldn't see his rank, Watson would have guessed that he was at least a major, or higher.

The chest that came out of j□j looked pale, due to excessive blood loss.What appeared to be a rupture on his left chest from fragments of the bomb, Watson turned and walked out the door.

"I need the results of the blood test."

"Yes Doctor, Type A."

Watson looked at the nurse who was speaking: "Is there a reserve of Type A blood?"

The nurse said, "No more."

Watson looked at the doctor behind her again: "Who has type A blood?"

No one answered.

War will destroy a nation, but it will also make a nation more united, more exclusive, more passionate and full of hatred.It was obviously very difficult to get them to transfuse the local generals. Watson frowned, but he went to the table and pulled up his sleeves: "Use mine."

The nurse was taken aback and remained silent.

Watson stared at her, and also at the person standing behind her: "The first thing I need to teach you is to obey orders. The second thing is to save lives. His life was ordered by General Lestrade." Yes, we must save him."

Watson had always been gentle and kind, but it was the first time that such a deep voice appeared.The little nurse hastily drew Watson's blood and handed it to him.

"Doctor, your current condition is not suitable for surgery." A doctor stopped him, a little worried.

Watson smiled: "Anderson, don't worry."

After he walked into the operating room, he hung up the blood bag, rubbed the corners of his eyes, walked quickly to the bed, and stretched out his hand to the side: "Knife."

The female nurse handed over a knife, trembling a little.Watson turned his head to look at her: "Sarah, you will see many such scenes in the future, and you need to learn to adapt."

"...Yes, doctor." Sarah lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Watson.In fact, she is the only woman in the treatment camp who likes and loves Dr. Watson, but she is only a recruit and has not yet the courage to speak out.

Watson didn't look at her again, but focused on the guy on the bed who was only breathier than a corpse.Watson gave him a lot of anesthetics, but the wartime shortage of medicines, even if it is anesthetics, there will not be a lot of reserves.

As a result, when Watson finally helped him pick out the last piece of shrapnel, the man who had been lying down suddenly opened his eyes.

Those are a pair of blue-green eyes, reflecting the light, with the color of interpreting words, as good-looking as fine colored glaze.

"You will live." Watson didn't look any further, but focused on stitching up the wound.

The man was motionless and seemed to feel no pain.He just stared at Watson's face, and after an unknown amount of time, he closed his eyes.It was as quiet as a deep sleep.

But Watson later found out that this person just fainted from the pain, and he stubbornly kept silent.

The operation was a success, and Watson was relieved.

Those eyes are beautiful.

The man's health gradually improved, but no one came to take him away.

It was already ten days later when Watson saw him again. He saw the man who was placed in the innermost ward. He was still wearing the same military uniform. There are obvious bullet marks on the corners, especially on the left chest.But the man sat upright, with his long legs crossed together, quietly looking out of the window.

He must be the type that both men and women like.Watson thought silently.

Watson walked into him, and the man's eyes, which were originally looking out of the small window, were turned back and cast on Watson.

"What do you think?" Watson put down the tray in his hand, which contained large and small syringes.The man doesn't seem to like seeing this, so Wei Wei leans back.

"My name is Sherlock." The man said to him.

Watson was stunned, and then realized that it was a man's name: "Hi Sherlock, I'm Watson."

"What's your name?" Sherlock moved to make himself more comfortable.

Watson didn't know why he asked this, but told him anyway: "John, my name."

Sherlock nodded at him, but kept his back straight. "Your art is superb, John."

Watson was a little uncomfortable with the familiarity of men, but he still smiled and said, "This is my duty, Sherlock."

====================================================================== ===============================

-Anthea: The military uniform is open, welcome to leave a message

-Harry: Didn't grab the sofa, Anthea, you always sit on the sofa by yourself QAQ

-GL: Surprisingly, I actually have a line, and the rank is quite high, um, not bad

-MH: I have nothing, Anthea, your bonus is gone

-Anthea: Boss!You will have HE with the proprietress!

-MH: ok, your bonus is back

-GL: Like I said, I’m not the proprietress╯︵┻━┻

-SH: I don't like gold buttons, I like crystal ones

-Harry: ...Especially what John sewed for me is what you meant to say?I said, don't you really feel tired of showing your affection every day?We've been together for so long, where did all the sweet talk come from?

-MH: Love has nothing to do with time

-GL: agree

-JW: Sherlock and I are not a couple...forget it, let it be

-Anderson: ∑︴I actually have lines!

-Sarah: I thought you could tell we had "lurenjia" written on our faces

-JW: By the way, Sherlock, why don't you say the last name?Also, I remember you asked me to call you by your name when we first met

-SH: This is obviously the author's dark line, John, I thought you could have experience after reading so many novels

-Harry:

-Anthea: Spoilers are not good

-MH: It's so obvious, anyone can see it

-GL: I didn't see it

-MH: Of course, you write too vaguely Anthea

-JW:=A=

The author has something to say: I will send you Fanrenwen No. [-]—Military Uniform/

The prisoner of war Juan Juan and the military doctor Watson, the small room in the treatment camp...

The military uniform of Juanjuan has been posted before, here is a small peanut, but it is not a military uniform, but a cute prickly guess [-] v [-] Fuhua is the otter X prickly guess ~ what is wrong with the cute cry???