When asking this question, Gu Qi did not forget to stuff another US dollar to the old man.
Looking at the gold-like banknotes on his hand, the old man was almost smiling and unable to see it.
He said in local language.
"There were many private hospitals here before, but since the war between the two countries began, the doctors in those private hospitals were arrested by Sartan and Sangga to be military doctors, and they have never come back."
"So now there are only two public hospitals left in Kanji City, one of which seems to be established by the Red Cross for humanitarian assistance."
The old man said, falling into memories.
"I know an old guy who runs a private hospital back then. I saw the soldiers of Sartan grab him in the car."
"Why……"
Speaking of this, the old man sighed deeply.
The old man sighed, but it sounded different in Gu Qi's ears.
"By the way, are the private hospitals you mentioned before still there? I mean, although the doctor is gone, are those equipment and other things still there?"
The old man shook his head and said, "The people have suffered many years of war. Now at least one-third of the people in Kanji City cannot even eat, so there are robbers and thieves everywhere."
"Those vacant private hospitals have been emptied by these guys. Not to mention equipment, even the windows and doors have been moved away."
Hearing this, Gu Qi nodded secretly.
Indeed, the situation here is similar to what she expected, although it is named after the city.
But along the way, it is no different from the town of Sahrama, Daji.
Since they approached Kanji City, "tents" made of plastic cloth and cardboard can be seen everywhere outside the city.
Garbage and dirt are everywhere.
Those half-aged children were covered in dirty clothes, wearing rags that could barely be called "clothing", and were chasing and playing in the garbage dump.
Flies as big as beans fell on their faces, and they didn't even have a trace of desire to drive them away.
It seems that the disgusting fly has long been a part of their lives.
Walk further inside, you can see many reinforced concrete buildings on both sides of the road.
However, these so-called buildings now have only some prototypes left.
Under the baptism of countless shells, these buildings turned into gravel all over the ground, with only a few pillars barely standing there, as if stubbornly proving the traces of their existence.
As for those slightly intact buildings, there are also dense bullet holes on them.
There are different sizes and diameters.
Gu Qi also saw a child in his teens climbing to the edge of a broken wall on the second floor that would collapse at any time. While struggling to slash the edge of the floor, he used a branch to dig something into a hole as thick as a two-finger.
After a while, as he grinned, a small piece of metal was taken out of the hole.
He excitedly raised the thing in his hand and showed off to the little friend below.
Looking at the metal block in the child's hand, Gu Qi recognized that it was a 12.7mm-caliber bullet bullet.
When he continued to walk in, Gu Qi saw two little boys, who were only four or five years old, chasing and playing with bare ass. After they ran, a string of wet footprints were left on the ground.
Soon, Gu Qi felt that the air around him seemed to become wet.
At this moment, the old man's eyes suddenly became pious.