The wounded obviously could not accept this fact and were pleading.

"Doctor, please, don't amputate your limbs, I beg you."

"Doctor, I have a seventy-year-old mother, a three-year-old doll who has just completed the moon, and when I finish fighting the devils, I have to sell coolies to support them!"

"You have amputated my feet, and what shall I feed them?"

"Doctor, please, give me a shot of a hundred waves to breathe, I really can't live without feet, I really can't!"

The doctor standing next to him was silent, just quietly watching the wounded, waiting until the wounded's mood stabilized, then picked up the saw again, and then gritted his teeth and sawed down.

The next moment, the wounded wailed bitterly!

The wounded were wailing and struggling!

A few people next to him wept silently while holding the wounded hard.

Zhong Yi's eyes showed compassion, and he turned his head and asked, "Is there no anesthetic anymore?" ”

Yu Da, the accompanying quartermaster, shook his head gloomily: "Counselor, there was no anesthetic as early as a week ago. ”

After a pause, Yu Da said: "Before the war, although our quartermaster department had a lot of medicines in stock, it was still only a drop in the bucket for the huge group of wounded after the war. ”

Zhong Yi was silent when he heard this, although he was a traverser, he couldn't solve this problem.

Because in this era, all medicines are ridiculously expensive, quinine and anesthetic are expensive, and the Bailang multi-rest injection that the wounded man begged for just now is even more ridiculously expensive!

Before the devil soldiers came to the city, Zhong Yi had stockpiled as much medicine as possible, but as Yu Da said, this medicine was a drop in the bucket for thousands of wounded people every day.

As early as a week ago, the medicine was basically used up.

Until now, even amputations have to be performed without anesthetic.

Through the window, Zhong Yi silently watched the wounded man faint and wake up in pain, faint and wake up again, until he entered a severe coma, and finally did not wake up again.

Then Zhong Yi saw that after the doctor had amputated the wounded, he walked out of the operating room alone and walked to a corner where no one was squatting.

With trembling hands, the doctor pulled a box of cigarettes out of his pocket, trying to smoke a cigarette to calm down.

But in the next moment, he threw away the cigarette case, and then hugged his head with both hands, and in the dim light, it could be clearly seen that his shoulders were twitching violently, and a doctor who was accustomed to seeing bloody scenes was like a helpless child, hiding in a no-man's corner and sobbing silently.

It is entirely conceivable what kind of psychological pressure this doctor is undergoing?

It is completely conceivable what kind of torment he is enduring in his heart?

Zhong Yi said that his heart was like a stone, and he couldn't help but be a little moved at this moment.

However, what moved Zhong Yi was that less than ten seconds later, just as Zhong Yi was about to step forward to comfort him, the doctor took off his glasses and reached out to wipe his tears, and then returned to the operating room.

"Next!" By the time this was called, the doctor had fully regained his composure.

Zhong Yi suddenly felt a little unbearable, this doctor is not cold by nature, on the contrary, he has a lot of inner emotions, but the cruel environment forced him to become a cold doctor! Because there are so many wounded waiting for him to have their limbs amputated, if they don't, they will all die of wound infection.

Venting emotions is a luxury for him!

In the end, Zhong Yi didn't bother the doctor.

After walking a short distance, Zhong Yi and his party walked into a large room.

There were a lot of stretchers in this room, and on the stretchers lay wounded of the national army one by one, but all the wounded had been covered with white cloths, and they had become corpses!

This is the morgue where the remains are kept!

Not long after Zhong Yi and his entourage walked into the morgue, the door on the other side suddenly opened.

Then two men came in carrying a stretcher, and the two men did not want to stay here any longer, so they put down the stretcher and left, but a young female nurse who came in with the stretcher did not leave immediately, but squatted down by the stretcher and pressed her face against the face of the wounded man on the stretcher.

The female nurse's attention was all on the wounded on the stretcher, and she didn't find Zhong Yi and his party.

What made Zhong Yi and them sad was that the wounded man on the stretcher was actually a young soldier, at most fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was still not breathing at the moment, and his consciousness was still very clear.

"Sister, I'm afraid, I'm so scared!"

"Sister, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die!"

"Sister, I miss my mother, I want to go home, woo woo, I want to go home......"

At such a moment, any words, any comfort, are pale and superfluous, and the only thing the female nurse can do is to cling to the little soldier's cheek with her pretty face.

"Sister, I'm really, really scared, I'm afraid."

"Sister, I really don't want to die, I want to live."

"I haven't married a wife yet."

"Mommy, Mommy......"

"I want to go home......"

"Mom's ......"

The creep's voice faded until it was no longer audible.

Only on the childish face, the pair of big black eyes were wide open, but the eyes had long since lost their previous vitality and became hollow.

The nurse's shoulders began to twitch violently.

Tears also slid down the cheeks of the female nurse like a flood that broke the embankment.

However, the female nurse still kept herself from crying, because this is a hospital, and the last thing the wounded want to hear is crying.

Seeing this scene, Zhong Yi suddenly looked away.

Because he was afraid that if he didn't look away, the tears that were already full of his eyes would burst out! He didn't want anyone to see him shed tears!

Zhu Liangcheng and Zhang Shiliangda, who were behind Zhong Yi, did not look away.

The tears in Zhu Liangcheng's eyes swirled a few times, and finally slipped down his cheeks quietly, and Zhang Shiliang bit his lower lip with his teeth to control himself from crying!

After a long time, Zhong Yi finally turned around.

At this time, Zhong Yi's mood had stabilized, and the female nurse just now was gone.

Like the doctor just now, this female nurse didn't have much time to grieve because there were more wounded waiting for her to be treated! Every second of her is precious!

Zhong Yi said in a deep voice: "Lao Zhu, let's go back!" ”

After finishing speaking, Zhong Yi turned around and walked outside the hospital.

Zhu Liangcheng took two steps to keep up and said, "Ziren, you have also seen the situation in the hospital, so I am afraid that our estimate of the strength of the troops before this is not very accurate!" We're afraid we'll only have 150,000 people, not 200,000! ”

"I know!" Zhong Yi said, "Don't worry, Lao Zhu, I will think of a way!" ”

(End of chapter)