But Lu Huaiyan was not willing to listen to him. He waved his hand and pointed at the other wounded in front of him, saying coldly: "Don't worry about me. Go and deal with the other seriously injured first. So many comrades are still waiting to be saved. I'm fine."
They have been sworn enemies since childhood, so how could Wei Zhao listen to him?
He grabbed Lu Huaiyan's arm and pulled him into the medical tent. He made him sit down on an empty stretcher beside him and said calmly, "There's not a single bit of blood on your face. If you keep bleeding like this, you'll die. Why are you still trying to be a hero at this time?"
"When you lose your life and this group of people lose their leaders, you will regret it."
Wei Zhao's words were very direct, but after he finished speaking, Lu Huaiyan's expression obviously darkened a lot.
As he took out his tools, he said in a cold voice: "Don't hold on. If the wound is not treated in time, it will get infected. I'm a military doctor. I'm not kidding you."
Inside the tents, military doctors and medical staff kept shuttling among the wounded, treating them in an orderly manner.
Lu Huaiyan sat on the stretcher with a calm expression.
Wei Zhao did not delay and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off piece by piece.
Fortunately, because it was raining, the blood did not coagulate and the clothes did not stick to the body, so it was easy to take them off.
After throwing the clothes aside, Wei Zhao raised his eyes and saw the shocking wounds on Lu Huaiyan's body.
Even though Wei Zhao had seen many big situations, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and frowned when he saw the wound.
There was an obvious bullet wound on Lu Huaiyan's abdomen. The skin around the wound was soaked in blood and mud, and it was blurred. The muscles inside were clearly visible, and it looked particularly hideous and terrifying.
Just looking at it makes people frown and feel a sense of pain.
Wei Zhao frowned, "The wound is so rotten, and you are still stubborn and unwilling to treat it? You are really not afraid of death."
Lu Huaiyan, however, had a calm expression, as if the wound was not on him. He frowned and urged, "Take care of it. I don't need anesthesia. I can just take out the bullet and bandage the wound."
Lu Huaiyan's expression was cold and his tone was firm.
Wei Zhao's hand holding the medicine froze for a moment, then he looked up at him and asked again, "Are you sure?"
Lu Huaiyan nodded and said nothing.
There is a shortage of anesthetics now and there are too many injured people. They have to be left for comrades who are in greater need. He can still bear it.
Wei Zhao looked at him with great admiration in his heart.
This was the first time he had seen someone taking a bullet out of his own body. He even had some doubts. Could Lu Huaiyan really handle it?
However, seeing his determined expression, Wei Zhao knew that it was useless to persuade him, so he followed his wishes.
He nodded, "I'll have to cut off the rotten flesh for you in a while. It's not completely rotten, but some of it is infected, and I'll take care of that for you as well."
"It might hurt, just bear with it."
After saying that, he quickly picked up the tools beside him and skillfully treated Lu Huaiyan's wound.
When cutting off the infected and rotten flesh on the wound, the medical worker who was helping frowned, but he didn't expect that Lu Huaiyan didn't even blink.
However, his hands were tightly gripping the bed the whole time, and his knuckles turned white from using so much strength.
But he remained silent throughout the entire process of treating the wound.
Wei Zhao operated seriously. Lu Huaiyan looked at him with lowered eyes, pursed his lips, and was full of doubts.
In the past, he had suspected more than once that Wei Zhao was an enemy spy hidden in the army, and every aspect of him aroused suspicion.
But now, no matter how you look at it, Wei Zhao doesn't look like an enemy.
He did an excellent job as a military doctor and there is nothing wrong with him.
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After Pei Yunchen's wound was bandaged, his condition was obviously much better. After resting on the stretcher for a while, he couldn't sit still anymore, so he simply got up and walked out of the medical tent.
The weather here is changeable, and the rain has stopped now.
He walked around the camp, his eyes constantly scanning every tent. The further he walked, the colder the expression on his face became.
Most of the soldiers were injured, and they were resting in the tents but had no time to rest. Those who could read took out paper and pen and started writing letters to their families.
Those who could not read would ask those who could read to help them write, with one person reading while another wrote.
Pei Yunchen let out a long breath and walked directly into a tent nearby.
When his comrades saw him, they greeted him one after another and then continued to write their letters seriously.
Pei Yunchen walked around for a while before realizing that the letters written by his comrades were not ordinary letters.
Everyone seemed to have realized the difficulty and danger of the road ahead, and had already made up their minds to go. The letters they left behind were all suicide notes, all filled with farewells.
Seeing this, Pei Yunchen felt a pain in his heart and couldn't help but clench his fists.
He stood in the tent for a long time, in a daze, and he didn't even know what he was thinking.
It took him a long time to react and return to his tent.
He walked slowly to his seat, and after sitting down, his eyes fell on the letter paper and pen on the table. He was in a daze for a long time before he came to his senses.
Although he was unwilling to face this reality, it was indeed the fact and he could not escape it.
He may never have the chance to see Su Nian again.
After a long time, Pei Yunchen took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and wrote two words.
"A Nian."
For some reason, when he felt that he might not be able to go back, the first person he thought of was Su Nian.
He and Su Nian hadn't seen each other for so long, and he had originally thought of taking a leave to visit her in another place after returning this time, but he never expected that this separation might be forever.
I don’t know how sad Anian would be when she knew that he was gone.
The more Pei Yunchen thought about it, the more painful his heart felt, as if someone was holding it tightly in someone's hand and pricking it over and over again with a needle.
He didn't dare to imagine Su Nian's sad look. When he thought of that scene, his heart ached even more.
Pei Yunchen's hands trembled for a long time before he had the strength to continue writing the next words.
"When you read this letter, I may have died on the battlefield."
"I thought that in this situation, I would have so many things to say to you that I could never finish writing them down, but I found that when I really put pen to paper, I couldn't write anything. I just want to tell you that I love you. If we have an afterlife, I will definitely choose you without hesitation."
Every word Pei Yunchen wrote seemed to be written with all his strength.
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