Wanjie takeaway

Wei Dao helped deal with a few fresh wounded, one eye couldn't hold it at all, it was red and sour, and it was filled with new teardrops from time to time, but they didn't roll down. can not see clearly.

In this way, it is completely inappropriate to continue the operation. If he makes a mistake, it will harm others and himself.

The old doctor waved his hand and said to Wei Dao as if chasing away flies: "You go, you go."

The subtext is probably: Look at your eyes, if you can't do it, don't come, don't get involved, it's not that you can't do it without you, go away.

Wei Dao didn't force himself, rubbed his eyes and nose, and sat on the edge with his mouth open.

Beckard suddenly appeared beside Wei Dao again like a gopher, sat down, looked at Wei Dao's face, and asked in a low voice, "Were you beaten?"

Wei Dao sighed.

Beckard said with a smile: "Just kidding, you must have a cold. It stands to reason that there should be medicine for colds here, but it's hard to find, and generally you don't need it."

As he spoke, Beckard's face sank a little bit, he looked at Wei Dao and frowned and asked, "Are you okay?"

Wei Dao smiled: "What can I do? Go do your work."

He said it like a copy of the old doctor.

Beckard's eyes were vaguely worried, but he still stood up and said to Wei Dao: "You have been here for two days as if you have been here for several years. You are more like a relative of the old doctor than me."

He smiled, turned and left.

Probably busy too.

Wei Dao sighed.

It sucks to not be able to help and to be held back.

At night, the sound from the sky is still ringing, as if huge mosquitoes are hanging overhead, swarms and swarms.

Beckard sat next to Wei Dao as if he was free and asked, "Is it better?"

Wei Dao nodded: "It's much better."

He thought he was going blind.

It's just that adjusting vision and hearing is fairly simple, and he is capable enough to do it. The question is, does he want to turn a blind eye to perform surgery on people?Don't say he thinks it's impossible, even the wounded can't do it.

The hearing is in the stage of constant humming, it is impossible to completely shut it down, there is a slight error, if he does not die, he will cause others to die.Not good, not good.

trouble.

Beckard chatted and asked, "Are you a believer too?"

Wei Dao replied hesitantly, "Probably."

Beckard asked, "Which religion do you belong to?"

Wei Dao shook his head and didn't say anything. Beckard completed the situation for him, and said empathetically, "I know, I can't say it, right? Then don't say it. Choose what you can say and say it."

Beckard asked again: "What is your position in the church?"

Wei Dao replied hesitantly, "Probably ordinary Christians."

Beckard nodded: "Oh, I'm taller than you. In the religion, I'm a little leader with some power."

He yawned, looking tired, squinting his eyes and asked, "You have faith too?"

Wei Dao nodded and replied: "I believe in... the God of the Sea..."

The pause in Wei Dao's speech and the subsequent silence did not dampen Beckard's enthusiasm: "It turns out that this is the case. Speaking of it, we may still be of the same origin."

He smiled at David.

Wei Dao hooked his lips and said, "Maybe."

Beckard excitedly pulled Wei Dao and asked, "Tell me, can the sound here disappear tomorrow?"

"Probably not."

Wei Dao sighed.

Beckard nodded: "Then tell me, will my prayers to God have any effect?"

"I don't know. We have different denominations and different gods."

Beckard felt a little regretful, and regained his spirits with an oh: "Do you think it's better to be quiet, or to be noisy?"

Wei Dao: "Quiet, quiet is much better than noisy."

Beckard hesitated, and seemed to compare it in his heart. He nodded, agreed with Wei Dao's thoughts, and said, "It seems to be the case. I spend a lot of time in noisy places, but it seems that I don't have any in quiet places."

He smiled at the air to himself.

Wei Dao sensed something was wrong.

Beckard still asked: "Do you think it's better to have more or less people around? Are places like District [-] and District [-] really much better than ours? What's a good way? Have you seen it? Can’t you tell me? I’ve seen it too.”

Wei Dao described to him some things he knew.

As expected, Beckard wowed a few times as if his eyes were wide open, and spared no effort to praise the environment in Wei Dao's words, and the meaning of longing was very obvious.

He asked again: "Do you think I have a chance to go there once?"

Wei said: "There will be."

His tone was uncertain.

Beckard was not disappointed either, and said with a smile, "If you say yes, then there is."

Then he asked again: "Guess, how many days will this war be over?"

Wei Dao laughed: "I'm not a prophet, nor did I come back from time travel. How can I guess such a thing? Even if I guess, it's wrong. There's nothing to say."

Even though he had excused himself like this, he still thought about it for a while, frowned and said with some melancholy: "Probably, in two days?"

As Wei Dao said, he smiled to himself, which was a bit self-deprecating.

He could never believe what he said, and he could change his mind by turning around, let alone saying that this kind of thing was not his own.

Can't say it's not important at all.

He wanted to talk longer, but he didn't want to see such a battlefield clinic, and he wanted to talk shorter, but he didn't want to accept the fact that he couldn't guess.

After much deliberation, I picked a time period that was neither too long nor too short.

Beckard sighed, forced a smile and said, "Two days, it's really long enough."

Indeed, for a native-born person like him, two days had to be added to the long period of time Weidao hadn't participated in before, and it couldn't be short.

Live the days like the years, live the days like the years.

The two sighed at the same time.

Beckard laughed first and said, "Why do you suddenly become sentimental?"

Wei Dao also smiled and said, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have done this."

Beckard waved his hand and acted heroically: "It's okay, I don't mind. I still have some time, allow you to cry to me, after passing this village, will there be no such shop?"

He raised his eyebrows at Wei Dao and smiled.

Wei Dao also smiled: "No."

He lowered his eyes and said, "No."

Beck pulled Wei Dao's hand, counting his fingers, hooking his two little fingers together, and said in a low voice, "Hanging on the hook, shall we make an appointment?"

Wei Dao looked at him, and he accepted it as Wei Dao, and said with a smile, "You will be my good friend for the rest of my life, okay?"

He said this without looking into Wei Dao's eyes, and quickly fiddled with Wei Dao's hand hanging by his side, hooking his little finger, using his thumb as a seal, covering his fingertips with his fingertips, and heaved a sigh of relief , It seems that a big stone in my heart has finally fallen.

Get what you want.

Wei Dao said nothing.

Beckard let go, patted his clothes, stood up, and muttered to himself: "It's getting late, I have something to do, so I won't go shopping with you tonight, you rest with the doctors, I'll go first ,meet tomorrow."

While speaking, Beckard really walked out in a few steps, and his figure disappeared into the darkness.

Wei Dao sighed, pressed his unsatisfactory eye, blew on the air, and returned to the resting position.

The night passed, and Wei Dao in the morning seemed to have set off an alarm clock. When the time came, he opened his eyes. It was very noisy outside. The old doctor and the young doctor had already woken up, or one of them stayed up at night. Wei Dao went out to see that the wounded were almost dead. No new additions, he has some bad premonition.

The old doctor was smoking a cigarette.

The young doctor was washing his hands, the nurse was packing up, and the wounded were resting.

Everyone is doing their own thing. In comparison, Wei Dao is more idle than idlers.

The sound of gunfire continued, but the surroundings became strangely quiet.

Beckard ran back, without looking at Wei Dao, and said to the old doctor, "I heard the news that the enemy is coming in soon."

The young doctor glanced at him and sighed.

The old doctor nodded: "Isn't there a basement?"

it goes without saying.

Everyone went home and hid. There were no new wounded for a long time. The two doctors led Wei Dao and they opened the ruins of the clinic and went into the basement together.

Not long after, the rumbling sound outside was much closer, as if it was exploding right next to my ear.

Wei Dao felt dizzy, and the eye that seemed to be broken began to cry again.

Beckard huddled beside Wei Dao, and seemed to be saying something, but Wei Dao didn't hear him, so he moved closer to Wei Dao's ear and said it again.

Wei Dao still didn't hear it, he covered half of his face and looked at him with half of his eyes open, not knowing why.

Becked sighed, covered Weidao's ears, and leaned Weidao towards him, almost in a posture of half-embracing the person in his arms, but Weidao still couldn't hear at all.

The basement also swayed, and Wei Dao almost bumped his head against the edge of the stone. Beckard pressed Wei Dao hard on his chest, and just sighed.

When the shaking subsided a little, Beckard pressed Weidao's shoulder, and gestured to the old doctor and the others. The old doctor smoked a cigarette, glanced at it, and nodded. Beckard went out along the gap, and looked at it. Look, he quickly hid back, talking and gesticulating.

Wei Dao looked at them from the side, but couldn't hear anything.

The old doctor glanced at Wei Dao.

Beckard said something again.

Wei Dao gasped for breath with his eyes closed, covered his face with one hand and propped himself on the ground with the other, feeling dizzy.

Becked looked at Wei Dao's face, Wei Dao didn't even have the strength to look at him, and almost fell asleep in a daze.

Becked woke up Wei Dao, Wei Dao almost couldn't catch his breath, shook his head, and Becked stopped.

Wei Dao thought to himself: Sooner or later, I will let others experience the feeling of being dangled when they are dizzy.

He really wanted to pass out cleanly, and Beckard obviously didn't intend to let him do so easily. After two or three times, Wei Dao woke up for the most part no matter how sleepy he was. I can't hear, I really have a cold, one eye is hot and sore, and the other nose is similar.