At some point, a light drizzle started outside.
Lin Wanjun held the little soldier's cold hand, and her tears wet her face like the rain and fog outside.
She had faced death before. When she was just an intern in that world, she encountered the death of an elderly patient.
The old man was over 90 years old and had no illness. During the Spring Festival, when his children all came home, everyone chatted and stayed up all night. When the early morning bell rang, the old man who was originally sitting on the sofa suddenly tilted his head and passed away.
The teacher who taught her always sighed and said that the old lady was really blessed, so at that time she felt that death did not seem so scary.
But now...
When she watched the seventeen-year-old soldier die while she could do nothing, Lin Wanjun was in great pain and even filled with guilt.
She is a doctor. She studied medicine to save lives. The little soldier is so young. Why can't she save him!
Zhao Yajun walked in at some point.
He looked at the tears on Lin Wanjun's face, sighed slightly, and took Lin Wanjun's hand from the little soldier.
No blame, no impatience.
This is a process that every doctor must go through, and he knew that Lin Wanjun had done a good job.
"There are still wounded soldiers outside, and they are still waiting for treatment."
Zhao Yajun said in a deep voice, "If this little soldier is still alive, he would surely hope that you could wipe away your tears and save his comrades."
Lin Wanjun raised her head and looked at Zhao Yajun with tearful eyes.
"But he's only seventeen!"
A soldier came in from outside, silently lifted the little soldier's body and walked out.
"Where are you taking him?"
Lin Wanjun followed a few steps and asked with a sob.
The soldiers carrying the corpse seemed numb, there were no tears on their faces and their voices were calm.
"The washing table."
The so-called corpse-washing platform, also called the Martyrs' Platform, is located under the cliff behind the field hospital. A natural waterfall flows down, which is just right to wash away the blood stains on the martyrs' bodies.
They walked through the smoke of war when they were alive, their bodies covered with mud and blood. After death, let them go home clean and refreshed.
Lin Wanjun sent the little soldier to the corpse-washing platform.
The scenery around the corpse washing platform was picturesque, with flowers like a sea of greenery and waterfalls splashing and falling like pearls.
And on the big rock below the waterfall lay the fallen soldiers.
Obviously, those soldiers died in tragic ways, some even lost limbs, but without exception, their expressions were calm and peaceful, as if they were asleep.
A gust of wind blew by, and Lin Wanjun seemed to see the little soldier smiling innocently.
"Sister, I'm with my comrades. I'm not afraid at all."
"Sister, our parents are here too. They praised me for doing a good job and said I brought honor to our ancestors."
"Sister, don't cry. I've driven the enemy away. You can live a good life from now on."
…
The wind was weeping, and mist fell on Lin Wanjun's face. She looked up at the sky for a long time and then smiled.
No longer sad or hesitant, with determination and courage, Lin Wanjun turned back to the field hospital and devoted herself wholeheartedly to the new round of treating the wounded.
Busy until late at night.
Lin Wanjun dragged her exhausted body back to the dormitory, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
Throughout the day, she saved six wounded people and sent three away.
Such a high mortality rate would definitely cause the entire hospital to be in a state of panic in her world, but here, there are no medical disputes.
Because the wounded who were sent here, even if they died, were considered lucky.
Just now, she heard a wounded officer mention a fierce battle.
Knowing that the mortality rate was 100%, more than a dozen commando members still resolutely carried out this one-way mission.
No miracle happened, they sacrificed themselves to win the battle.
The remains of more than a dozen strong men were carried back in a sack.
She knew that war was brutal and thought she was mentally prepared, but when she really faced it, she still couldn't control her emotions.
That night, Lin Wanjun was in a state of half-awake and half-dream. Sometimes she dreamed of the fallen soldier smiling and calling her sister, and sometimes she dreamed of her mother calling her from that world.
She was crying and laughing until the sound of birds singing outside the window woke her up.
A new day has arrived.
There are no casualties today. I heard that there has been a temporary ceasefire on the front line and the enemy has proposed negotiations.
"What the hell are you talking about? Who knows what bad things you might be up to!"
In the ward, a wounded officer cursed, his tone full of disgust and disdain for the enemy's dirty tactics.
"Hmph, last time we were going to negotiate, those bastards suddenly launched a surprise attack when our commander arrived at the negotiation location. If we hadn't been prepared, the commander would have been in real danger."
"And the time before that, they were being beaten back and forth. They raised the white flag and wanted to negotiate. But when we stopped fighting and negotiated, they suddenly launched a surprise attack."
…
Lin Wanjun frowned slightly as she listened to the officer's curses.
Since we already know that the enemy is not trustworthy, why did our army still agree to negotiate?
"Our boss is good in every way except that he's easily influenced by others."
Some people commented on Song Mingcheng's style of doing things, and there were many criticisms in their words.
"What's there to talk about? Just fight until they kneel down and beg for mercy. Guns are the law!"
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
The officer glared at him fiercely and shouted at him harshly.
"If you have the ability, go ahead. You are a soldier, your job is to obey orders unconditionally!"
After a brief silence, the officer looked out the window at the thick fog, his words filled with anticipation.
"I think there's something fishy about this truce. Maybe we're planning some big move, and we're just throwing a smokescreen to confuse those bastards."
Hearing this, everyone became excited. Even Lin Wanjun, who was changing the dressing on the wounded, raised her head and looked at the officer eagerly.
"Tell me, what's wrong?"
The officer was sent here last night. He was injured near that notoriously tough position. When he was carried down, he saw Song Zhanjin leading dozens of soldiers carrying shovels and hoes up the mountain.
What do you need shovels and hoes for war? What are they doing? Digging holes for moles?
"I suspect they..."
As soon as the officer opened his mouth, he suddenly shut up when he saw so many pairs of eyes.
"Forget it. Even if I tell you, you won't understand. Just stay healthy and recover as soon as possible. Get back on the battlefield as soon as possible. Don't lie here like a turtle."
After saying this, the officer lay down on the bed with his eyes closed, and no matter how others urged him, he would not say another word.
Lin Wanjun packed up her things and walked out of the ward. She looked up at the mountains in the distance and frowned slightly.
Was the suggestion proposed by Mr. Song Xiu adopted?
So, is the current truce intended to paralyze the enemy and buy time for us to act?
So who is in charge of this operation? Is it Song Zhanjin?
Is the action dangerous?
Thinking of this, Lin Wanjun could no longer hold back and quickly ran to Zhao Yajun's office.
"Doctor Zhao, I'd like to apply to go to the front line."
Zhao Yajun was stunned and asked, "Isn't this the front line? Field hospitals are originally part of the front line!"
Lin Wanjun shook her head.
"No! I mean to go to the front lines where the real fighting is taking place!"
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