Song QingHan glanced at him, took his hand out of the sand, patted it carefully, and said calmly, "as long as you want, you can always figure out what you can do now. Look, you have the strength to hold the sand at least, don't you?"
The man's body trembled slightly, and his eyes were red, and tears fell from his cheeks without warning. Although he had taken away two dirty traces, the tears that fell to the ground were still crystal clear, just like his sincere heart.
After a long time, he finally controlled his out of control mood, untied his ragged clothes in front of him, and whispered to song QingHan: "doctor, please, I want to live. Even if I can't live, I can walk with dignity as you said."
Song QingHan "um" a voice, eyes a coagulation, with high wine to clean his wound, looking at the ferocious scar, secretly frightened.
If he had not guessed wrong, the knife completely cut the man's stomach in half. Fortunately, no viscera leaked out. It was just because of improper treatment, the surface had begun to inflame.
He pondered for a while, disinfected the scalpel, and glanced at Shuluo.
Shuluo was fascinated by song QingHan's slightly cool eyes. He turned to the spirit and quickly pressed down the man on the ground. He explained, "it will hurt a little, don't be afraid, soon."
The man laughed and was about to say something, and a sharp chill came from his stomach. It was similar to the feeling of being cut that day, but the sharp touch was different from that day.
Looking at Song QingHan's movements, the head of the military doctor couldn't help tightening his pupils. His fists were even more uncontrollable. They stuck tightly to his waist, as if only in this way could he suppress his inner agitation.
In fact, he is the leader of this place in name, but in fact, he is a quack who can't even enter the hospital.
To put it mildly, it's a quack doctor. In fact, it's commonly known as the "lame doctor.".
But he was different from other lame doctors, because he had a little bit of real talent, so he was elected leader.
In this area, there are very few doctors like him, and more of them are like Shuluo. For some reasons, they are selected, and at most, they only have a little bandaging.
But fortunately, they still have a little conscience, and they don't treat these poor soldiers indiscriminately because they don't have medical skills.
It's just more. They can't help.
A moment, his mind will flash a lot of ideas, but he has one thing very sure, that is: his turn may come!
If we can learn more about song QingHan's technology and his contribution to the military camp, we may be able to enter the Taiji hospital in one fell swoop...
just after entering?
His eyes suddenly became blank, as if he had lost his purpose in life.
When he thought that he would be able to get in touch with many dignitaries, he was a little pleased, but after that, he suddenly realized that those who were rich and prosperous were not his. What could he be happy about?
What's more, accompanying a gentleman is like accompanying a tiger. Other people are trying to escape from the land of right and wrong. How can he even fight his life to get into it?
At the time when he was thinking wildly, song QingHan's operation had been carried out to the last step, and the facial expression of the patient had also changed obviously. It seemed that he was glad that he had not said the sentence "what can't be tolerated for this pain".
Song QingHan cut the thread, spread the ointment evenly, wrapped it loosely with gauze, and nodded to Shuluo.
Shuluo will understand, song QingHan habitually said the set of precautions with the patient, see him listen carefully, the heart suddenly produced a sense of achievement.
The head of the military doctor had already stepped out of his mind. Seeing that he had become so generous now, he felt a sense of crisis in his heart. He quickly raised his ears and secretly recorded his words in his heart.
With the first person as an example, the next action will naturally be much easier, but when song QingHan sees the second person, he can't help but have a meal.
The man seemed to notice something. He pulled the corners of his mouth slightly and said in a voice which was not clear: "doctor, I know I am going to die. You don't have to waste your time and energy, but I have a request. I don't know if you can satisfy me?"
Song QingHan pursed his mouth, continued to move on his hands, and said in a deep voice, "say."
The man's eyelashes trembled slightly, watching song QingHan wield a knife on him. He could not even feel a trace of pain. He said in a low voice: "doctor, you are so kind. Good people will get good rewards. You will get what you want..."
after saying this, he looked at the ceiling for a long time and said, "I'm sure I can't go back, but I don't want to leave the body here, because I hate this place. If I can... Can you burn my body with fire and take my ashes to the road and sprinkle it, no matter where it is, as long as it is not here... "Seeing that song QingHan did not speak, his eyes slowly darkened and his lips hummed slightly: "no, it's OK. Thank you, doctor..."
"I will. Where is your hometown?"
Song QingHan cleaned up his wound, did not carry out more actions, raised his head and looked at him.
The man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Song QingHan in disbelief.
"My family and I are in a small village called Shantou, so we don't need to bother the doctor. We just need to sprinkle it on the road. Anyway, I don't know where I am now..."
Song QingHan saw that the frequency of his chest ups and downs was getting slower and slower, and his eyes flashed a bit of gloom. He whispered, "I know. After the end, I will go to the mountain."
The chief of the military doctor seemed to want to say something, but after being glared at by Shuluo, he had to close his lips tightly and swallow the words to his mouth back into his stomach.
When he reacts that he shouldn't be frightened by Shuluo, Shuluo has lowered his head again, but he doesn't know when his eyes are red.
If he felt something, he put his eyes back on the man on the ground. Seeing his face calmly "asleep", he couldn't help sighing heavily.
He sees this kind of thing every day, but every time he sees it, he has a different experience. Maybe only when facing life and death, people will not be numb, because this is the common journey of all people.
After song QingHan was silent for a while, he turned to the head of the military doctor and said, "do me a favor. According to what he said just now, find someone to cremate him, OK?"
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