Suddenly several people fell to the ground in the long line at the door, some of them swinging and convulsing, and some of them remained motionless.

Several women and children around them fell on top of them, crying loudly.

Xing'er and Huan'er let go of their really painful arms, hurried over, probed the pulses of these people, and examined the inflamed and purulent wounds on their bodies, then looked at each other, shook their heads, and showed a trace of sadness on their faces.

Several women and children cried and kowtowed to the two of them, begging them to save their relatives, Xing'er and Huan'er's eyes were red, and they finally explained to them the limited conditions of the hospital, the lack of manpower and other reasons, coupled with the patient's wound infection and suppuration, it has been delayed for too long, even if the survival rate of the treatment is not large, the cruel fact that medicine must be left for those who have hope of treatment, those people began to cry and make a fuss, scolding Xing'er and Huan'er for "losing all conscience, if you don't save you when you die, you will definitely be punished by God". Leaving the bodies of these men behind, they supported each other and scattered.

The people around looked at this scene, and they seemed to have been used to it, and their faces were blank.

Xing'er and Huan'er wiped their tears, lifted one of them with difficulty, and walked towards a garbage dump on the corner of the street, where there were already a few dying patients, and it seemed that they would not survive tomorrow, and by the time they were early tomorrow morning, the city patrol of Luoyang would come to collect the corpses.

Just as Xing'er and Huan'er were about to lift the second person, Zhen Mingku came over, silently picked up one in one hand, and threw these corpses into the corpse collection pile back and forth.

Then he took Xing'er and Huan'er's hands, returned to the medical hall, scooped a bowl of hot water from the pot on the stove in the medical hall, put bath essence on them, washed them carefully, and said lightly: "Don't do this work by yourself in the future, let Brother Zhen do it for you, don't exhaust yourself, they don't feel sorry for you, Brother Zhen will feel sorry for you." ”

Huan'er and Xing'er, who had been enduring it, threw themselves into his arms and cried loudly, as if they wanted to vent all the grievances and frightens they had suffered over the years.

Zhen Mingku gently hugged the two of them, feeling sorry in his heart, not to mention them, even if he was a person who survived the purgatory-like battlefield, he would inevitably be depressed when he saw such a scene, let alone two girls who were only eighteen or nineteen years old.

Huan'er lay in his arms, crying desolately, choked up and asked, "Brother Zhen, I don't want to be a doctor anymore." ”

"If you don't want to do it, don't do it, wait for Brother Zhen to redeem your Sister Zhang, open a few more dim sum shops, you can help your Sister Zhang make dim sum, those of them who don't know how to be grateful, don't heal."

"But what about them, without us to help them treat, there will be more deaths, there are still a lot of refugees waiting to be treated outside the city, we can't be busy treating them if we want to, we are busy every day from morning to early morning, but there is still a steady stream of patients coming to seek medical treatment every day, what to do, if we don't care, they are really pitiful."

"Then continue to be your doctor, as long as you have a clear conscience, don't care what they scold, cover your ears, and concentrate on your own business."

No one knows better than him what it means to run out of manpower, the condition is an insurmountable threshold, no amount of antibiotics can save the lives of people in troubled times, and if they do not solve the resettlement and livelihood of refugees, they will take the trouble to heal them today, and maybe tomorrow they will die at the hands of bandits, be conscripted into service, die on the battlefield, or die on the construction site of digging ditches to build palaces.

They have done enough, and there is nothing they can do about the rest, either watching or not being quiet, sad but unchangeable.

The two women hugged him and cried for a while, then left his arms with some embarrassment, wiped their tears, and turned back to their respective examination rooms.

Finally, the long queue at the door was diagnosed and treated one by one, and it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Xing'er and Huan'er dragged their tired bodies, hugged Zhen Mingku's arm, with the joy of seeing Zhen Mingku's face again, and chattered about what happened to Zhen Mingku over the years, Zhen Dengshan followed behind the three of them with a bunch of things in his hands, with envy on his face, and the four of them slowly walked towards home......

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Back home, Xing'er ran into Sun Langzhong's room, pulled Sun Langzhong who had fallen asleep from the bed, Huan'er and Zhen Dengshan went into the kitchen, and after a while, they got a table of wine and dishes, four dishes and one soup, several of which were planted by Huan'er themselves, and the chickens and ducks were also raised by themselves, although they were not very rich, but in Luoyang, where prices are soaring today, this is already a rare level of wealth.

Sun Langzhong still looked like he was in his forties, with a smile on his face, sitting at the top of the dining table, waiting for everyone to take a seat, he didn't show much surprise at Zhen Mingku's return, as if Zhen Mingku was just going out and would come back sooner or later.

Since Huan'er and Xing'er were able to take charge of themselves, he handed over the medical hall to the two of them to take care of it, and he has rarely asked about the medical hall over the years.

Zhen Ming looked at him more and more like an old fairy, and it seemed that except for Xing'er and Huan'er, there were few foreign objects that could linger in his heart.

After three rounds of drinking, under the questioning of Xing'er and Huan'er, Zhen Mingku probably talked about some interesting experiences over the years, which made the two girls laugh and become more and more obsessed.

There were many things that Zhen Mingku didn't want to mention to them again, and saying it would only make them feel scared, and he didn't want to ruin the happy atmosphere of the reunion dinner.

But Sun Langzhong, his eyes flashed with a hint of insight, over the years he has traveled all over the world, knowledgeable, at this time the world is in chaos, the world of the Great Sui is already full of devastation, the people are miserable, how interesting, Zhen Ming's hard intentions, how can he not know, and he will not break it, and from time to time he will follow a few jokes.

The reunion dinner ended in a happy atmosphere, the two girls cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and took a shower respectively, although they wanted to talk to Zhen Mingku again, because they were really sleepy after a tired day, they still said good night to Zhen Mingku, and reluctantly went back to the room to sleep, and Zhen Dengshan said goodbye and went back to his home, leaving only Sun Langzhong to sit in the hall.

Zhen Mingku sat next to him, drinking tea after dinner.

Sun Langzhong looked at him and said without warning: "Life is hard, in fact, you are not from this world, right?" ”

Zhen Ming squirted out a sip of tea when he heard this, coughed violently, and looked at Sun Langzhong with a smile on his face in shock: "Why does Sun Lao think so?" ”