Lin Wanjun had read the original plot and knew that there was such a tragic war.
But the original author did not describe it in detail, and just focused the whole story on the relationship between the male and female protagonists, so she did not know the true meaning of the word "tragic".
In her world, this war was only recorded in words, and the casualties were just cold numbers. Even the rows of tombstones in the martyrs' cemetery only made people sigh.
It was not until she actually faced this war, until she saw the bloody scene, when the soldier who was still alive and kicking the moment before suddenly lost his legs.
Lin Wanjun felt like there was something stuck in her throat, and was so heartbroken that she was almost speechless.
After waiting and waiting, I finally got the result.
Unfortunately, the soldier lost his legs forever and could never stand up again.
Fortunately, he survived.
This was a blessing in disguise. At this moment, Lin Wanjun finally understood the meaning of studying medicine.
In her world, studying medicine is just for a well-paid job and a promising life.
But at this moment, studying medicine is to save lives, to save these soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country and the people. It is far more important than money and future.
"Doctor Zhao, you guys are amazing!"
Gan Ping, with a look of excitement and admiration, said, "On such a bumpy truck, under constant bombardment, you managed to save the wounded and even sutured the wounds so neatly."
Zhao Yajun looked at Lin Wanjun with admiration in his eyes.
"Xiao Lin single-handedly sutured the wound. She remained fearless in the face of danger. This spirit is something we can all learn from."
Gan Ping exclaimed "Wow" and looked at Lin Wanjun with admiration.
"Well, Xiaolin, you are playing the pig to eat the tiger, hiding your true strength."
Lin Wanjun smiled and joked with Zhao Yajun.
"Doctor Zhao, you can trust me now, right? In your eyes, I'm no longer a useless relative, right?"
These words made Zhao Yajun feel a little ashamed.
"Yes, your aunt was right to scold me. I did look at the problem with prejudice. I shouldn't have rashly defined someone, let alone question her vision."
Yang Jingru seems stubborn and strong, but in fact, she has always been doing the right thing.
"You should say this in front of my aunt after you return and apologize to her solemnly."
Lin Wanjun smiled and struggled to stand up with the help of Song Zhanjin's arm.
Before, she was only focused on saving people and seemed to feel no pain or fatigue. Now that she relaxed, Lin Wanjun felt as if all the bones in her body were about to break.
Her knees, in particular, hurt so much that she was shaking.
Song Zhanjin squatted down and rolled up her trouser legs to take a look. He saw that her white and tender knees were covered with bruises, and even several places were broken and bleeding, which looked particularly horrible.
"Ah, how did you get hurt like this? Quickly disinfect it first!"
Gan Ping came over and saw Lin Wanjun's knee injury, and hurriedly called the accompanying nurse to come and treat Lin Wanjun's wound.
"I'll do it."
Song Zhanjin took the iodine and cotton balls from the nurse, picked up Lin Wanjun with one hand, and got directly into the jeep.
The space inside the car was narrow, and Song Zhanjin was tall and mighty, so the two of them naturally squeezed together, and the atmosphere became ambiguous.
Song Zhanjin carefully applied iodine to Lin Wanjun's knees to disinfect them, with his face very close, almost touching her legs.
Looking at the man's profile and the scar on his cheek that was still bleeding, Lin Wanjun couldn't help but raise her hand and gently touch his face.
"Does it hurt?"
Song Zhanjin took the opportunity to hold Lin Wanjun's hand and pressed it tightly against his face.
"It hurts, it hurts so much. You are a doctor, only you can heal my injury."
He was no longer as strong and brave as he had been outside. He no longer showed the decisiveness and bravery when facing the enemy's artillery fire. Now he looked pitiful, like a stray puppy.
"How can I treat you? Disinfect you?"
Lin Wanjun wanted to pull her hand back, but Song Zhanjin held it so tightly that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.
"Your saliva is the best painkiller. A kiss from you will make it go away."
Song Zhanjin shamelessly moved forward, waiting expectantly for Lin Wanjun to kiss his cheek.
The wound was very close, and Lin Wanjun could clearly see the protruding flesh and the blood that was constantly oozing out. The man also had a strong smell of gunpowder.
At this moment, Lin Wanjun's heart softened.
How could she bear to refuse? How could she bear to disappoint Song Zhanjin?
The time they spend together is so precious, so he has to leave something behind to make him happy and attached.
So Lin Wanjun let go of her reserve and prepared to move forward to kiss the man's scar, kiss his nose, kiss his lips...
Just as her lips touched his cheek, the car suddenly shook, startling her so much that she quickly sat up straight. Song Zhanjin also lost his support and fell directly on her.
Outside the transparent car window, several soldiers were approaching, peeping in blatantly with evil smiles on their faces.
“Hey, hey, hey, just a little bit!”
When they were discovered by Lin Wanjun, they did not panic, but laughed and cheered.
"Zhan Jin, a man should take the initiative. Come on, take the initiative!"
Only then did Song Zhanjin realize that his comrades were outside the car window. He was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and rolled down the window to curse and laugh.
The comrades were not angry, but instead shouted and cheered.
"Give me a kiss! Give me a kiss! Song Zhanjin, give me a kiss!"
"Kiss your uncle!"
Song Zhanjin grabbed a box of cigarettes from the car and threw it out. His comrades laughed and divided the cigarettes among themselves, then continued shouting.
"You can't just give out cigarettes, you have to give out candy, wedding candy. We haven't even eaten your wedding candy yet."
Hearing this, Song Zhanjin put his arm around Lin Wanjun's shoulders and laughed out loud.
"Okay, okay, wedding candy isn't a problem. After the war, my wife and I will hold a wedding ceremony. Every one of you must be there!"
Everyone laughed, and someone said, "When alive, the body is there; when dead, the soul is there."
"Fuck you, can you please say something auspicious?"
Song Zhanjin was laughing and cursing when suddenly he noticed that Lin Wanjun's hands were groping around and she had already grasped something.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing, wife!"
He frantically grabbed Lin Wanjun's hand and said nervously, "There are so many people watching us. Just bear with it for a while. When we get to the camp, we'll find a place where there's no one. You can touch anything you want."
Lin Wanjun did not let go. Instead, she used all her strength to break free from Song Zhanjin's grip and put her hand into the innermost part of his trouser pocket.
After a moment, she took out a small grenade and held it in front of Song Zhanjin.
"What's this?"
Song Zhanjin replied, "Grenade."
"What is this for?"
"Of course it's for war."
Lin Wanjun grabbed Song Zhanjin by the collar, stared at him, her voice hoarse and trembling.
"Don't try to fool me! This is your last grenade on the battlefield. This is the glorious bullet you keep for yourself!"
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