Lu Zhan was stunned by the question. He didn't expect Fan Shengnan to suddenly ask this question.

Ever since he had brain surgery, it seemed like everyone would ask him if he remembered himself, which made Lu Zhan start to wonder if there was really something wrong with his memory.

In addition, the person who asked this question at this moment was Fan Shengnan, and her identity as a doctor made Lu Zhan even more suspicious.

He frowned and answered without thinking:

"I remember you. You are Doctor Fan."

Fan Shengnan took a deep breath secretly, trying to ease the tension in her heart.

Lu Zhan's answer was what she expected, but it was not the answer she wanted:

"When we first met, didn't you call me Doctor Fan?"

Lu Zhan's eyes were full of confusion.

The first time he saw Fan Shengnan was probably the first day she reported to the military hospital of their unit.

That day he happened to go to the regiment commander's office to report on his work, and Fan Shengnan was also in the regiment commander's office. Regiment Commander Fan introduced the new female military doctor as his daughter, Fan Shengnan.

He remembered this incident quite clearly because later Commander Fan asked him to take Fan Shengnan to various places in the military region to familiarize himself with the situation.

He had introduced her to more than one person at that time, and he didn't call her Dr. Fan. Could it be that he introduced her by her name directly?

"That's...Fan Shengnan?"

Lu Zhan regarded this question as a test of his postoperative memory recovery and answered it with great seriousness.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Fan Shengnan's eyes, and she reluctantly reminded him:

"We first met in the Mengshan War Zone. Back then, I had long hair and was a volunteer member of the battlefield medical team. They called me... Lin Daiyu..."

Even after many years, Fan Shengnan still blushes when this nickname is mentioned again.

At that time, she had not yet graduated from medical school. She heard that the fighting in the Mengshan battlefield was fierce, many soldiers were injured, and a large number of medical personnel were urgently needed for support.

Students in the school immediately organized a volunteer medical team, and Fan Shengnan also actively responded to the call and signed up to join.

Because of her excellent grades and performance, she was successfully selected and then followed the entire volunteer medical team into the Mengshan war zone as an assistant to the field medical team.

That was the first time Fan Shengnan and her classmates stepped onto a real battlefield.

Although they were still some distance away from the front line, the deafening sound of gunfire that rang out day and night and the continuous flow of wounded being sent to the medical point still gave this group of medical students an unprecedented spiritual shock.

As the number of wounded continued to increase, simple white tents were set up at the medical point one after another. Soon, the yellow sand raised by the artillery fire covered the red cross on the white cloth.

The ground beneath her feet was shaking all the time, like a giant beast that was constantly under attack and trembling in pain, which made Fan Shengnan, who was stepping onto the battlefield for the first time, feel frightened.

The scene before her was far more cruel than any picture she had seen in school—

One after another, stretchers were brought into the tent, each with a bloody wounded soldier lying on it. Some had broken arms, some had broken legs, and some had pieces of iron stuck in their eyes... Painful groans and desperate wails were heard everywhere, and the pungent smell of gunpowder and the strong smell of blood mixed together filled the air. The scene was like hell on earth.

Before coming here, Fan Shengnan thought that since she could calmly dissect frogs and mice in the laboratory, and her hands could be as steady as a rock to perform all kinds of delicate and complex surgical operations on those tiny bodies, she would also have the ability to treat injured soldiers.

But when she actually stood in front of a young soldier who had been shot in the leg, she saw that his combat uniform, which had been stained with blood, was riddled with holes, and blood was still oozing out of each wound. Countless pieces of tiny pieces of iron had penetrated the combat uniform and pierced his legs.

When the young soldier, his face covered in blood, cried and begged her to save his leg, Fan Shengnan's heart was suddenly gripped by fear.

She had to carefully cut open the young soldier's combat uniform with scissors before she could proceed to the next step of pulling out the broken iron sheets. However, even with such a simple action, her usually steady hands trembled so much that she almost dropped the scissors.

The young soldier's painful wail rang in her ears, her hands felt slippery and sticky warm blood, and her eyes saw a body that was almost pierced like a hedgehog. She had never imagined that there could be so many torn wounds on a human leg at the same time.

She was frightened and at a loss, her mind went blank and she didn't dare to do anything.

The battle was fierce and the situation was urgent. New wounded were sent in continuously. There was no time for Fan Shengnan to prepare herself mentally. She couldn't do it. Soon someone else took over to clean and suture the young soldier's wound.

She has always been excellent, but because she didn't dare to take action, she became the most useless person in the medical center.

Fan Shengnan, who was confident in her professional abilities, suffered an unprecedented heavy blow. Even though the wounded assigned to the volunteer medical team had the lightest injuries such as debridement and suture, the bloodiness of the scene was still far beyond her imagination.

The huge fear made her hands uncontrollable. No matter how hard she tried to control them, her hands would only tremble more uncontrollably.

The strong sense of frustration and guilt made her feel ashamed. She took up a precious volunteer spot and went to the battlefield with glory, but was of no use at all.

Fan Shengnan, who has always been strong-willed, didn't want to cry in front of others, so she secretly ran to the woods outside the tent and hid there and cried.

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