Chapter 330: When a building collapses, thousands of people will come to support it
The next day, it was snowy and sunny.
The sunlight shines into the spacious ward, casting a warm glow on the snow-white quilt.
Qin Niao took Shi Ling to the hospital early in the morning to visit the person he rescued last night. Seeing that he was still unconscious, he placed the flowers and fruits he brought on the cabinet next to him.
Shi Ling pulled the curtains higher to prevent direct sunlight from shining on the patient's face.
The nurse cleaned his face, clear of dust and blood, revealing a thin, fresh, and tender face. His voice was so hoarse, and his injuries so severe, one would have thought he had experienced many hardships, but in fact he was still just a young boy.
Suddenly, the door opened and a nurse came in with a medical cart, but accidentally bumped into the door.
A sharp thumping sound was heard in the quiet ward.
The young soldier, who had just been sleeping peacefully in the warm quilt, suddenly did a sit-up, lifted the quilt, reached out to touch the side, but didn't feel the gun. He endured the pain and jumped out of bed, looking completely alert.
He glanced around, trying to find something that could be used as a weapon, but when he saw the clean and bright room, Shi Ling and Qin Niao standing by the window, and the nurse pushing a cart in, he was stunned.
He endured the pain of his wound tearing open and glared at the nurse over there: "Where is this? Kou Jun's hospital? What do you want to do by bringing me here?"
The nurse was obviously stunned by this sudden situation.
Didn't the head nurse say this patient was seriously injured? His lungs were nearly punctured. How could he jump out of bed at the mere sound of a noise?
These thoughts flashed through the nurse's mind. When she saw the patient get out of bed, she immediately ran over and said, "What Kou Jun? Have you watched too many anti-Japanese war dramas? Go back to bed and lie down quickly. Don't tear the wound you just sutured. If you want to watch an anti-Japanese war drama, I'll put it on TV for you later."
The young soldier's guard dropped slightly after hearing the nurse's familiar Chinese accent, but he remained bewildered. He understood the words, but not their meaning.
"Lie down and take your blood pressure."
"Your injuries are serious. Avoid strenuous activity. Lie down and rest. The director will come to check on you later."
The nurse looked at Shi Ling and Qin Niao over there again, "Are you the patient's family members? Please help the patient get out of bed. It's not convenient for girls, so you can hire a nurse."
Qin Niao listened carefully: "Okay, okay, nurse sister, is he okay?"
Nurse: "He is the attending physician of Director Shang. His case has not been entered into the hospital system. You can ask Director Shang when he comes to make rounds later."
Qin Niao nodded: "Okay, thank you."
After the nurse left, the little soldier lay on the snow-white bed, feeling the soft mattress and quilt, staring at the white ceiling in a daze.
“Is this heaven?”
Shi Ling poured him a cup of warm water from the water dispenser next to him and handed it to him: "This is China."
When the young soldier saw Shi Ling, his memories of last night gradually came back to him. He tried to sit up, but Shi Ling held his shoulders.
Shi Ling pressed the button next to him and lifted the bed slightly so that he could sit half-lying.
The little soldier's eyes were full of surprise. He took the warm water from Shi Ling's hand and looked at the clean and transparent cup and the clear water. He felt a little dazed and felt like it was a dream.
Suddenly, he asked excitedly, "Where is this? Where is the company commander? Where did they all go?"
Shi Ling: "I don't know. We found you on the side of the road. What's your name? When were you born? How old are you this year?"
Qin Niao glanced at Shi Ling and felt that she looked like she was checking her household registration.
The young soldier was confused and worried about his comrades. "My name is Zhao Xingbang! I was born in the 16th year of the Republic of China. The company commander said I will be 15 after this winter."
Qin Niao pulled out her phone and searched Baidu, converting it to the Gregorian calendar, then used a calculator to calculate. As a dance student and a poor student in academic subjects, she was terrible at math and could do math on a computer, but not mentally.
However, Shi Ling excitedly raised three fingers as soon as he finished speaking: "Senior, hold on a little longer, just three more years! The war of resistance will be won!"
Zhao Xingbang scratched his head in confusion: "Huh? Who won?"
Shi Ling: "My party!"
Qin Niao looked at Shi Ling in surprise. She didn't expect her reaction to be so quick. Her face showed: "A man should be looked at with new eyes after three days of absence."
Zhao Xingbang was even more confused.
He didn't understand much, only that following orders would lead to victory. Before he joined the revolutionary army, they had been fighting for who knows how many years, and who knows how many more years would pass. But whether it was ten or twenty years, they would continue to fight, so that their descendants would not be trampled upon by others, and so that they would not suffer the ravages of war.
And now, the girl in front of me, who looked so beautiful that she looked like an ordinary person, said that victory would be achieved in three years...
Three years...
It really is like a dream.
I wish it were true.
Zhao Xingbang couldn't help but burst into tears.
He wiped away his tears and looked up at Shi Ling: "Are you a god? How do you know? Has the god finally appeared? But why didn't you show up earlier? So many people died..."
As he spoke, the boy's confused voice became filled with accusations, and all the accusations turned into grievances.
He thought of the people who had fallen in front of him, the corpses scattered all over the village after the enemy army passed through, his parents and brothers who died by bayonets, and his comrades who died by artillery fire, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Qin Niao, who was originally excited, felt his eyes sore when he heard this.
Listening to the young boy's accusations full of grievance, Shi Ling fell silent, his heart tightening.
Yes, when she opened the door to metaphysics and saw the Black and White Impermanence, she knew that if there were ghosts and the underworld in this world, then there must be gods.
Why, then, did the gods stand by and watch as the land of China lay in ruins? Where had all the gods of Eastern mythology gone, the countless stars in the heavens, the gods and goddesses who had been worshipped for millennia?
Or are the gods who are enshrined in the shrine so high and mighty that they simply don't care about the lives of ordinary people?
Just as humans would not be moved at all when watching a nest of ants being drowned.
Shi Ling said softly, "It wasn't the gods appearing. It was the countless pioneers who sacrificed their lives and shed their blood. It's because of you that we have the victory of the War of Resistance and the peace we have today."
Every inch of land is shed with blood, and one hundred thousand young men are equal to one hundred thousand soldiers!
I hope the cold stars don't notice, I will sacrifice my blood to Xuanyuan!
The gods gaze indifferently upon the suffering of the human world, a mere chess piece in a game. Humanity withers and flourishes for years, wars rage, and the land of China rises and falls. Ants are unwilling to save themselves, but when a building collapses, millions of people come to its aid. It is never the work of one person, the thoughts of one god.
Zhao Xingbang murmured to himself: "It's us..."
Shi Ling simply took out the remote control and played a classic anti-Japanese war movie for him - The Founding of a Republic.
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(End of this chapter)
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