Chapter 620 Burned Out

"That makes some sense," a nurse concluded after careful consideration.

Another nurse hesitated slightly. "From what she said, these two comrades' lives are quite critical. What if we don't save them? Will our superiors hold us accountable? She's not from our army group, so it doesn't matter to her, but we..."

"Then how can you just stand by and watch someone die?" The only military doctor glanced at them.

Although he was wearing a protective mask, it wasn't very noticeable, but his tone revealed a hint of displeasure.

The two nurses felt like they had a thorn in their side and shut their mouths and didn't say another word!

His subordinates were much more efficient than before.

Wen Ni stopped talking and focused all her attention on the wounded soldier, carefully and meticulously removing the rotten flesh bit by bit with her scalpel.

The medication that temporarily stabilized the vital signs of the two wounded soldiers was administered quickly, but cleaning their wounds was no small task!

From the sun high in the sky to dusk, and then to the moon rising above the branches.

After wrapping the last piece of gauze and counting all the surgical instruments, Wen Ni stretched her stiff neck and let out a barely audible breath.

But before he could finish venting his anger, he heard a nurse's anxious shouts from behind!

"Come quick! Something's wrong with this young man!"

"What's wrong?"

Wen Ni's expression hardened, and she quickly turned around.

On the right-hand folding stretcher, the young wounded soldier suddenly convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and rolled his eyes upward!

My pulse and breathing are becoming increasingly weak.

"Hold on! Comrade! Can you hear me?!"

Wen Ni and the medical staff reacted quickly and took emergency measures.

But the wounded soldier's condition was getting worse and worse.

"I……"

"What? What did you say?"

Wen Ni's clothes inside her protective suit were soaked with sweat. She leaned down slightly and tried to put her ear as close as possible to the wounded soldier's chapped lips.

"I...don't want to..."

"die……"

The last word vanished with his breath and heartbeat.

Wen Ni was stiff all over and it took her a while to slowly straighten up.

She looked at the nurse who was still performing emergency treatment, her voice chillingly cold, "Stop. He's too deeply poisoned; the toxins have seeped into and devoured his internal organs."

"Yes, the person is already dead."

After confirming again that the wounded soldier had no vital signs, the military doctor shook his head. Due to the tense rescue just now, his breathing appeared very disordered and rapid!

Inside the small tent, the group fell into a brief silence.

"What are you all standing there for? This medical waste, and this comrade's body, must be burned as soon as possible!"

Finally, Wen Ni spoke first, still looking coldly at the two nurses.

“Dr. Lin will stay here to monitor the condition of another comrade. One of you two must choose to come with me to burn [the comrades].

To avoid infection, no one except the four of them was allowed to handle the waste infected with mustard bacteria, including the soldiers' corpses!

"ah?"

The two nurses looked at each other, somewhat embarrassed.

For a moment, they all stood there awkwardly, with no one volunteering!

"Can't choose?" Wen Ni's eyes grew colder, and she casually pointed to the nurse who had spoken the most, "You're the one. Come with me to carry him out."

The nurse who was called felt a chill run down her spine and reluctantly hummed in agreement.

The place where the bodies were burned was in a remote mountain valley.

Wen Ni and the nurse carried the embalming bag a long way in the pitch-black night and the cold wind!

When they arrived at their destination, the nurse was panting heavily from exhaustion.

Wen Ni appeared calm, though her old wounds still throbbed faintly. She endured the pain silently, bending down to pull open her smuggling bag slightly, revealing the young soldier's ashen, bloodless face, which appeared even more lifeless under the cold moonlight.

I don't want to die... Help me, help me!

In the last second of their lives, the soldiers' shouts still echoed in our ears!

In that instant, Wen Ni thought of many people.

Those people she was powerless to help, those she had lost and could never bring back...

"I'm sorry, please rest in peace. We'll take you home once things settle down."

Alcohol was spread all over the ground, and finally a small flame was lit.

The flames engulfed the body inside the concealment bag, spitting out tongues of fire, until they soared into the sky, raging fiercely, as if trying to illuminate the thick darkness!

Raise your hand in salute.

Not moving at all.

I kept going until my arms were sore and stiff, and my eyes were wet.

Until there is nothing left to burn, and the light goes out!

Wen Ni scooped up a handful of charred soil, put it into a fist-sized jar, and then carefully wrapped it with a red cloth.

The nurse used a shovel to cover the soil, burying the partially burned remains. She then found a piece of wood and stuck it in front of the small mound, carving the words "Unknown Soldier of the 83rd Army."

After they finished doing all this, they turned and left.

The moonlight poured down, illuminating the small grave and the people buried within, people who had once been alive...

No words were spoken along the way.

As they approached the temporary camp, the young nurse, unable to contain her restlessness, caught up with Wen Ni.

"Dr. Wen, you're amazing! I thought those two soldiers wouldn't survive, but you managed to pull them back from the brink!"

“Before I tried, I didn’t know if I could save them,” Wen Ni said coldly. “I only know that I don’t want them to die.”

"Um...cough cough."

The nurse seemed to be alluding to something, which reminded her of her previous complaints about their incurable and hopeless situation. She couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly and quickly changed the subject.

"I really envy people who can work with Dr. Wen. Your medical skills are so amazing, you're not afraid of any difficult or complicated diseases, hahaha!"

"Really? I don't think I'm that great. On the contrary, there are many comrades who are far better than me, whether in terms of medical skills or medical ethics. At least, that's the case for most of the people I've met on my way from the battlefield."

Wen Ni continued walking forward, her back view aloof and cold, her voice indifferent and soft.

"When the 5th Brigade of the 85th Army was surrounded in Fuping, there was a female soldier named Meixuan. She did her best to save everyone, and she would not give up as long as that person had a breath left. She did not complain about the predicament, nor did she selfishly run away. When there were no medicines or supplies, she risked her life to search for them in the ruins with her comrades; when the fire for boiling medicine was not hot enough, she stayed up all night to guard that warm fire. She gave everything she had, fearing that she had not given enough!"

"..."

For some reason, the young nurse's face turned red with heat.

“Oh, I forgot. You’ve been following behind the lines, working alongside the corps commander in charge of the wounded soldiers’ battalion. If medicines are insufficient, logistics can provide them. It’s impossible for the medicine to be undercooked.” Wen Ni paused slightly, turning back to look at the stunned nurse. “You probably haven’t experienced the scene of shells exploding beside you, covered in blood yourself, yet still having to treat wounded soldiers’ wounds and tighten severed limbs, have you?”

"Yes, no..." the nurse stammered.

Such a situation is unimaginable to those who haven't experienced it firsthand.

"I think so too. How can one understand the preciousness of life if one has never personally witnessed a comrade-in-arms who has shared life and death with fall beside them?"

"I……"

Even the most clueless nurse should realize that Wen Ni's roundabout way of criticizing her previous passive remarks about not helping someone in distress is clearly a form of criticism.

The nurse blushed slightly, feeling embarrassed, but she was also somewhat uncomfortable. Even if her words and actions were inappropriate, it should be the superiors who should criticize her. What was this Dr. Wen's title? What gave them the right to blame her?