Song QingHan didn't know what the man meant when he opened the tent.
In the tent, there were indeed the most seriously wounded soldiers, or soldiers on the verge of death.
Their condition is no longer broken hands and feet, almost everyone has at least one fatal injury, although no longer bleeding, but their vitality is constantly passing, pale face, black lips, just like the devil crawling out of hell.
In the smell of that strange stench, song QingHan frowned and suddenly stopped.
Seeing that song QingHan put down his tent, opened his bag and pretended to be searching for something, the man thought that he had played the retreat drum. He sneered in his heart, but his face was not obvious. He also asked with concern: "what's the matter? Is it serious? After turning out the masks, song QingHan handed two to Shu Luo, indicating that he would give one to the man. Then he tied the mask to his face and whispered, "if I didn't guess wrong, I'm afraid there will be an epidemic here. You'd better do a good job of protection."
Shuluo looked at it carefully, so he didn't encounter any difficulties when he tied the mask. After listening to song QingHan's words, he asked suspiciously: "what epidemic situation? What happens when it happens? "
As for the other man, he looked at it for a long time with a hesitant look on his face. He didn't know whether to wear the mask or where to start.
Shuluo was staring at by the man, but went to help him wear it.
Without waiting for song QingHan to speak, the man wearing the mask opened his mouth: "you don't know about the epidemic situation? You're not a fake doctor, are you? Speaking of it, you have been here for such a long time, and have not seen you do anything else except bandaging? "
Seeing that man looked at himself with suspicious eyes, a lot of sweat came out of his relaxed palms, but he still managed to calm himself and say: "what, what fake doctor? Doctor song, you really can't believe me again
Song QingHan smilingly glanced at Shuluo and saw that he was really nervous, so he opened his mouth and said, "yes, he and I are one. You will know when he starts."
Shuluo heard song QingHan say so, and couldn't help but sigh.
I didn't expect song QingHan to be a profiteer! Help him out of the siege, but also dig a hole for him to jump in! It seems that he has to work hard for a while...
the man looked at Song QingHan, then looked at Shuluo, his eyes flashed a touch of thinking, and finally did not say anything, nodded and waved to song QingHan to enter.
After song QingHan went in, he was just about to help the man who was close to him clean his body. He suddenly saw that man, like a ghost, waved his hand and said, "no! I don't want to be taken away! I want to live! I still have people waiting for me to go back! Dad! Female father! Br >
it seems that he has not been grinded by sand for a long time.
But song QingHan's face did not change. He pressed his hand and said in a deep voice, "I am a living man, not a ghost. If you don't deal with your wound, you can't go back. Do you understand?"
He has just swept and found that the wound seems to be in the stomach. If it is serious, even if it is treated well, the chance of going back will be zero...
thinking of this, he can't help but look at the leader of the military doctor and ask in a low voice: "can't we let them go back? Anyway, if they stay, they will not be able to go to war even after their wounds are cured. Staying is just a waste of food. If they leave, they will try not to make any noise and let others know. "
When the leader of the military doctor felt the hope rising in the eyes of those people in the tent, he complained about song QingHan and was touched.
In fact, it is not that he has not mentioned this proposal, but it is impossible for him to do nothing, so this proposal was rejected.
For them, they only need to consider things from the perspective of compassion, but for the people above, they have to consider the overall situation.
In order to influence the situation of war for some people who must die, it is not possible for a decisive commander to kill and attack.
Song QingHan saw his helplessness, pursed his lips, did not go on, turned his head and continued to look at the man on the ground and said in a soft voice, "tell me how you feel. Do you want to vomit? Or just simply can't eat? Is excretion normal? "
The man was not stupid. He knew that there was no hope to go back. After the light of hope in his eyes was broken little by little, he turned his head to one side and said in a light tone: "don't worry about me. I killed three barbarians. This life has come back to its original value. Go and save those brothers who can be saved."
Song QingHan looked up and saw that other people were resistant. He frowned and said in a cold voice: "since you are not dead now, it means that God does not want to accept you for the time being, do you have to give up first? You want to live is really difficult, but you want to die is very simple, but even if you die, you must die with dignity! Is it enough to kill three barbarians? Do you know that the three barbarians you killed actually killed your thirty brothersWhen he said the first half of the sentence, those people had no reaction. When he said the second half of the sentence, their pupils obviously vibrated, and a touch of movement appeared on their faces.
The man at Song QingHan's feet seemed helpless. He looked down at his belly and laughed at himself: "even if we drag this pair of body up, it's just to give the head to the barbarians. It's better to find a pit to bury ourselves. This is decent, isn't it?"
The atmosphere in the tent is somewhat oppressive, probably because although these people know their present situation, they still feel a bit uncomfortable when they uncover the bloody fact by themselves.
The chief of the military doctor unconsciously clenched his fist and looked down at Song QingHan. His expression was dim and unclear. It seemed that he did not know whether it was good or bad to bring him here.
He thought that this would get rid of his idea, but he didn't expect that some more terrible changes would happen...
Song QingHan's lips narrowed into a straight line, half narrowed his eyes, and said slowly, "I only know that if you don't fight against the so-called fate, you will die tomorrow But as long as you are alive today, you can do much more than you think
The man's lips trembled at his feet, his hands sank into the ground, he grabbed a handful of sand tightly, and whispered, "what else can we do now? Is fighting... Useful? "
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