"I'm going to die laughing, please stop talking!"

"..."

Chu Qian suppressed her laughter and continued to ask questions.

"You have been pushed to the shelves along the way. It's so miserable!"

The old man couldn't help but complain.

"That's really tragic and life-threatening!"

"Plane bombs are everywhere every day, but bullets don't have eyes!"

"I was heartbroken when I saw the injured who were brought back!"

At this point, the atmosphere became solemn.

Chu Qian said empathetically.

"These ancestors are indeed great. Without their efforts, we would not be where we are today!"

The old man picked up the teacup and took another sip.

"You said that I, a barefoot doctor, was so anxious when I saw those compatriots whose legs were cut off and their intestines were blown out!"

"Everyone else was busy, but I just stood there in a daze!"

"After all, it's a big job of surgery, and I can't do it!"

Chu Qian asked curiously.

"Then what did you do next?"

The old man said with a serious face.

"I thought that I couldn't stand there stupidly. If someone saw it, they would really shoot me!"

"Military doctors just save people!"

"Since I can't do the operation, I'll find another way to save people!"

Chu Qian asked curiously

"So what did you think of!"

The old man said seriously.

"Go out and carry people, what else can you do!"

Chu Qian looked curious.

"Carry someone?"

The old Chinese medicine doctor nodded helplessly.
Chapter completed!