Wanjie takeaway

Although the dark clouds were brightened by the flames, the cold wind that was supposed to blow from that side did not decrease.

Those winds came in bursts, blowing from one side to the wall from the other, as if someone had slapped the wall with his own palm, and the wall dropped a lot of eye-catching dust as a counterattack.

With the wind that the dust is flying around, it doesn't pay attention at all, and sometimes it will directly rush into the throats of some wounded, choking people to cough for a while before giving up.

Or, they will find a surface, bump into it, scatter by themselves, roll all over the ground, greet the slightly trembling leaves, and quickly disappear.

The rumbling sound rang out again. I didn't know if it was thunderstorm or the sound of gunfire, but the heavy rain suddenly fell.

Crash - clatter -

heavy rain.

"heavy rain!"

It's so big that it almost covers people's eyes.

Becked chewed the dry and hard black bread in his hand, choked up with difficulty, looked outside, blinked at the wounded who was leaning against the wall and was washed by the rain, a little at a loss, turned his head and asked: "What should we do?" Don't transfer the wounded?"

After all, with such a heavy rain, normal people would catch a cold, let alone the wounded.

Wei Dao swallowed a piece of tasteless potato and said: "Although many wounded came, some of them were able to walk. Didn't they leave by themselves after treatment?

Either going home or going to the battlefield, I will never stay here, these are seriously injured or will not be able to leave for a while, it is a bit troublesome. "

He paused, and finally said that.

He still had something to say, but it seemed inappropriate to say it.

He didn't say it.

He wanted to say, either, let's find a way to set up a tent or something to keep out the rain in the open space.

Maybe it’s easier to just cover the rain, at least it’s easier than a group of people going back and forth under the rain to move the wounded who can’t move from one side to the other, maybe the next day. Come back, if this rain doesn't stop tomorrow, I don't know if the sky and the earth will stop for a while.

However, it is impossible to allow the wounded to be soaked in the rain before the tent is set up, and to take a shower from God out of thin air, nor can it be so windy and cold that it makes people shiver.

The young doctor had put down his food long ago, and together with the nurse who just came out of the kitchen, they rummaged through the room for suitable and usable things.

The elderly doctor took an umbrella and walked out slowly, holding a lamp in one hand, and lowered his head to check the condition of the wounded.

"Is it still hurting?"

"Are you uncomfortable again?"

"Wash your face with rainwater."

Beckard and Wei Dao looked at each other, holding black bread in their hands, and their expressions were somewhat similar.

The rain stopped soon, and it was around midnight, and the sound of ticking and ticking also subsided. Only the equipment in front of and behind the house that had been washed by rainwater was still dripping, and the ground was quite dirty. Next to this small clinic is the dumping place, where used medical equipment and all kinds of household garbage are piled up, and a heavy rain suddenly washes down.

Dispersed some of the smell, added some.

The day is gradually coming, and the clouds outside are a little fiery again.

The sun didn't know if it would come out. It tried to show a little behind the clouds and then retracted, cautiously.

The fire on the ground started to burn again. Across the river, the flames over there couldn't burn out for the time being. If they did, they wouldn't have to be so busy.

In the bright sky, someone in tattered clothes came over carrying a stretcher.

Some of the wounded who were exposed to the rain developed a high fever and died that night, some fell into a drowsy sleep without waking up all night, and some were refreshed and left the consultation fee as if they would be fine after a few hours of rest.

The older doctor didn't care, and the younger doctor didn't seem to care either. He just lowered his head to deal with the new wounded. The nurse was even busier, going back and forth. It seemed that everyone here was used to it and didn't think there was anything wrong. Wei Dao read more At a glance, they are almost the same as them.

Beckard helped with the nurse, but he didn’t know anything about healing and suturing, so he just took out the trash, passed small things, and ran a few times to save the nurse’s energy. The nurse would do some basic work, Wei Dao and her treatment Ability seems to be comparable to state.

The old doctor and the young doctor were standing on the edge of a hospital bed, looking down at a wounded man, and then the young doctor beckoned to Wei Dao: "Come here."

Wei Dao went over to take a look, and saw a large piece of broken glass stubble that had been injured somehow on the wounded man's back, densely spread on the flesh.

It's a bit like planting seedlings in a crop field.

Blood seeped out from the bottom, and some of the deep ones had already gone in, unlike the glass shards that were only on the outside and were easy to remove.

Wei Dao blinked, thinking about his vision range.

The young doctor looked at the back, and then at Wei Dao.

The old doctor said straight away: "What are you doing in a daze? Help! You are called to come here to do it, don't stand there like a log."

Wei Dao followed the two doctors to deal with the wounded man's wound and the broken glass.

Although it was just a slap in the face, Wei Dao didn't adjust his eyesight despite the two doctors' support.

At the beginning, it was a little uncoordinated. After all, the two doctors were familiar and acquainted, and Wei Dao came here halfway. He could barely help a little yesterday, and it can’t be said to be reliable. At most, he could help more than the nurse. A little bit, and only a little bit.

Nurses are much more familiar than him.

After the old doctor called Wei Dao a few times, Wei Dao let go. I don’t know if it’s not normal to work after getting up in the morning. Anyway, Wei Dao’s hands are a little impulsive, nothing wrong, just rough, worse than the other two doctors combined. Rough, as if all his strength was spent in the wound.

The young doctor looked at Wei Dao several times, but didn't say anything. After all, rough tactics are nothing, and the speed has also increased. For the wounded, every second counts as life, and one more second is life.

The blue veins on the forehead of the old doctor twitched for a few rounds. Seeing that the troublesome injury was almost treated, he waved to Wei Dao, and followed the emotional shouts of the students who had woken up outside and the sound of artillery fire on the other side of the river. Shouted: "You don't need it, get out!"

Wei Dao took a step back, and the wounded man's tight jawline seemed to loosen a bit.

Beckard glanced this way, not knowing why.

Wei Dao washed his hands casually, put on his gloves again, and sighed.

Beckard slipped over quietly, looked sideways at the two doctors beside him, approached Wei Dao, and asked in a low voice, "Anyway, there aren't many wounded here, why don't I take you out to see the situation outside?"

Waydo nodded.

The old doctor said loudly to Wei Dao: "Fuck your stitches! You have to rest at night, don't think about being lazy! The dead are not yours, ours, outsiders, and the kid next to you. It’s not over yet. When we’re done, when the time comes, you can play as you please, go wherever you like!”

He said to Beckard again: "What did you say, kid? Guaranteed to find someone who can help us, that's all? I can't grasp the speed and severity, and I want to run when I come here. How did you find someone? I want to play with your classmates Go, aren't they just shouting outside? You go, don't drag him, he still has to work."

Is this seriously using Wei Dao as a long-term worker?

That's not right, Wei Dao didn't take a penny from them.

It would be better to count as a volunteer, but Wei Dao can't do this, he is not qualified.

Laughing to death, without half the certificate, whoever dares to use it will die, if you don’t use it, you will die, if you use it, you will die, so why don’t you just use it?

It's not necessarily dead after using it.

Everyone is [-]-[-].

No name, no points, just get by, it's good to have a foothold, if you leave here, you don't know where you're going.

Although District 99 is neither too big nor too small, instead of going to other places to find all kinds of necessities for life, it is better to stay here and have someone to ask questions.

Wei Dao is too lazy to run around.

It seems that there is not much time here, maybe the other side of the river will stop in a few days, and there are no wounded here.

Stay a day is a day, do not rush.

After hearing the old doctor's words, Beckard looked at Wei Dao again, knowing that it was useless to go out for a stroll today, shrugged his shoulders, and slipped out with the trash.

Wei Dao walked to the new wounded bed and was about to do it when he heard the old doctor say to him, "Don't suture too much, it's your turn to troublesome things, and young people should exercise more."

Although young doctors are young doctors, they are compared with old doctors. Compared with Weidao and Beckard's appearance, young doctors are not young anymore, some are in their 30s, while old doctors are in their 50s.

The relationship between the two doctors is not father-son or master-student relationship, but seems to be a longer relationship between old neighbors and friends who are almost peers.

For more things, I probably have to go to Becked.Anyway, Wei Dao didn't think he would get any clues by asking these two doctors. After all, they seemed to have the temperament of abhorring war and evil.

Wei Dao didn't really want to be hesitant about the question, but he couldn't get an answer after asking someone, and was scolded bloody.

Although he didn't feel angry because the old doctor spoke loudly or accused him, and he didn't want to provoke himself with a bunch of bad words out of unnecessary curiosity.

That's not a good thing.

Wei Dao nodded, indicating that he heard it.

The clinic was just like yesterday, the room was filled with screams.

Outside, there was a mixture of wailing and grunting and cannon fire.

Becked, who had gone somewhere, ran back again, looking a little excited.

As soon as he came back, he danced and ran to another place.

Afterwards, Wei Dao stuffed the intestines of a wounded man back into the abdominal cavity before tying the thread. When he looked up, he saw a group of people coming from the door.

The leader had bandages on his limbs, a dark yellow uniform overcoat, a pair of black military boots on his feet, a badge on his chest that was as red as blood, shaped like a maple leaf, and three blue stripes on his shoulders. He waved to the people behind him.