The military doctor who entered the house walked out again, carrying an unknown thing in his hand.

"What are you going to do? Ah! Amero!"

Onozuka Ren, who was held down by everyone, was extremely frightened and screamed in his mouth.

The military doctor ignored it and squatted down and tore open the legs of Onozuka Hitomi's trouser legs. While observing the wound, he took out a pair of pliers from the cloth bag.

The movements on his hand did not stop. The pliers clamped the shrapnel that almost penetrated the other person's thigh and pulled it hard.

"Don't...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A shrill scream echoed in the forest. The military doctor had no trick at all. He simply used the barbarian shrapnel to pull out Onotsuka's legs.

A stream of black blood almost ejaculated, and the severe pain rushed to his forehead. Onozuka Hitoshi's teeth were almost broken, and his whole body was twitching so much that he almost fainted.

The military doctor was not vague and took out another suture needle. He ignored the other party's screams like a pig, and sewed silk threads on the wound very roughly.

Due to lack of medical treatment and medicine, high-end products such as wound sutures have long disappeared. Military medical use is an endothelial fiber from mulberry roots.

It is a fiber thin thread that removes the surface of the mulberry skin, reveals a soft long fiber layer, and is processed by simple hammering.

In the old era, experienced doctors used this thing to suture wounds on injured soldiers. Perhaps it is relatively simple, but now it has become a rare first aid product.

However, even the mulberry bark thread was not much, and only three stitches were sewn on the wound on Onozuka's legs, and barely connected the flesh and blood together.

"Aren't you going to heal your wounds? I'll help you with this, ha... you don't need to thank me."

The military doctor put away his small bag of tools and smiled gloomyly.

Although he stole two pieces of sweet potatoes onotsuka, he also helped him treat his legs, which was considered as if he was not owed to each other. Others could see their value as doctors and dared not look down on them in their hearts.

The reason why those defeated soldiers dare not be arrogant in the medical field or dare not attack the military doctor is entirely because he can more or less treat people's illnesses and injuries.

On the contrary, the military doctor is quite prestigious. The soldiers will take the initiative to show their goodwill and provide him with some food in order to save him at critical moments.

This is the way for military doctors to survive. Otherwise, they would have been torn to life by those hungry soldiers who had lost their minds.

Onozuka Ren on the ground was in so much pain that he was almost scared to death without being hurt. He thought the other party was going to use foreign food for him.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and just wanted to stand up, but I felt a dizzy moment and my consciousness began to gradually blur.

Although the military doctor helped him sew the wounds quickly, the violent method still made him suffer from both mental and physical torture. Coupled with blood loss and hunger, he quickly fainted...

...

It was already evening when Onozuka Hitomi opened his eyelids again.

When he was unconscious, he was dragged to the corner of the open space by other soldiers. He didn't know who snatched the rifle, and only one grenade left on his body.

The military doctor was quite conscientious and fed him some water, but his belly was empty after a day, and an extreme feeling of hunger swept over.

"So hungry..."

Onozuka Ren touched his croaking stomach, while the pain in his legs continued. In this humid environment, the wound seemed a little inflamed and swollen.

Looking around, the number of soldiers around the medical center seemed to have increased a lot, as if they were all aiming at asking doctors to help treat the disease.

They may think that this medical institute is the last pure land and can give everyone hope to survive.

In fact, this is a dilapidated bamboo thatched house, and a thin military doctor who is a little perverted.

Some soldiers also raised a bonfire, as if they were roasting some unknown pieces of meat, and they didn't know what beast they caught. It was really good luck.

The burnt smell drifted away, and in a short while the Japanese soldiers drooled.

But a few vicious soldiers over there were controlled by the military doctors, and they were also envious of the roasted meat on the fire.

Others could not get close to them at all, so they could only swallow their saliva from the side.

But they seemed to have made a mistake they shouldn't have made. Onozuka Hitoshi subconsciously looked at the sky, and his body shivered unconsciously.

Alas, let's leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Now we can only take one step at a time. No matter how we can survive, it is hope, but the first thing we need to do is solve the food problem.

What should I do?

Onozuka Hitoshi found a branch on the ground as a crutch, and mechanically walked into the forest with his weak body, thinking about trying his luck in the woods to see if he could find wild vegetables or sweet potatoes.

At night, the woods were unable to see their five fingers, and the sounds of insects were heard one after another in the dark.

The originally pleasant sound of insects sounds even more upsetting at this moment.

Because I'm really hungry...

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally walked to a pond and planned to sit down and take a breath.

Looking at the shimmering pool of water in front of him, Onozuka really wanted to go up and drink a few sips at all, but he didn't dare to do such a thing at all.

This kind of pond has no movement at all, and there is a pool of stagnant water inside. There are countless bacteria and parasites active in it, and there may be corpses soaked in floating sacs. It will definitely be extremely sour and refreshing when you take a sip.

This place is no better than tropical high-altitude islands, no mountains, no streams, and small rivers. The ponds on the island... It is a perfect paradise for microbial organisms. You can't drink it directly without boiling it.

Learning from the past, there are many Japanese devils who do not believe in evil thought that they are in good health. After trying this kind of death behavior, they all infected their intestines, had high fever and fever, were weak and lacked medical treatment, and died in a few days.

So even though his throat was so thirsty that he smoked, Onozuka Hitoshi didn't dare to drink the water here.

"Rush..."

Onozuka Hitomi was shocked by the sudden sound. He originally thought that he was the only one nearby, but he never thought that there was still something happening next to him.

Just in the bushes more than ten meters away, the sound was like a beast chewing, and it was squirming constantly, and it was particularly vague in this quiet night.

It is absolutely impossible to be a wild beast. After so long siege, the food on the island has been looted.

If there were living creatures here except people, they would have been caught and eaten by hungry Japanese soldiers for a long time. How could they have been left until now?

Could it be that someone secretly hid some food and hid here and ate alone?

Hunger can always make people impulsive. Thinking of this, Onozuka Hitomi no longer had any fear, but instead wanted to come and find out.

Looking for the sound, he plucked the courage to walk over.

After gently slid open the grass in front of me, I saw a squatting on the ground from afar and feasting on something.

The man was very dedicated to eating, and he didn't find anyone behind him even though he was eating voraciously.

My stomach started to roar again. Seeing that the other party was eating so deliciously, Onozuka Ren seemed to be fascinated and unconsciously continued to walk towards the other party, and his mind was also thinking about how to get a share of the other party.

Should I pull my face down and pray...or just rob it? Onozuka Hitoshi subconsciously pinched the wooden stick in his hand that was used as a crutch.

In my current state, it seems that it is more reliable to knock on the slap from behind.

Click...

While thinking, Onozuka Hitoshi didn't notice the dead branches on the ground. He stepped on it with a crisp sound. It was hard not to be discovered.

“Who is where?”

Sure enough, the man screamed in shock, twisted his body and looked back.

Only then did Onozuka see the other party clearly, a Japanese soldier in rags and skinny clothes, with some flesh and blood hanging on the corners of his mouth. What was surprising was that his two eyes seemed to be emitting a hint of green light like a beast.

In an instant, Onozuka Ren felt his scalp numb, as if he had fallen into a thousand-foot ice cave, and a chill rushed straight to his forehead...

Because through the moonlight, he clearly saw what the other party was holding... it was a broken hand that was gnawed to the point of blood!!
Chapter completed!