At this moment, a hoarse voice came from outside the door.
Zhao Xiaole looked up and saw Xie Junhao, covered in blood, walking in from the outside, his eyes as red as charcoal fire.
This tough-looking man was walking towards me with tears in his eyes and a sad look on his face.
Zhao Xiaole's expression changed and he quickly walked over to support him.
"General Xie, what are you doing?"
He quickly helped Xie Junhao take off his armor, but found that there were no wounds on his body.
Xie Junhao grabbed his wrist, stared at him with blazing eyes and said: "Sir, please, save my brothers! I heard their screams day and night, I...
....My heart aches!”
Having said this, Xie Junhao shed tears, and the tears washed out two ditches on his dark face.
His face was full of grief, and he beat his chest with his fists, as if this could relieve the sadness in his heart.
Zhao Xiaole quickly stopped him and asked, "What's going on? Tell me so I can prescribe the right medicine!"
Xie Junhao looked at him with tears streaming down his face: "I knew it, I knew you would be able to save my brothers, come with me!"
After saying that, he grabbed Zhao Xiaole and walked out.
Along the way, people who secretly protected Zhao Xiaole wanted to come out to organize Xie Junhao, but he stopped them one by one.
After getting on the carriage, Zhao Xiaole became even more confused.
This is obviously the direction to the hospital. Since he has sent the patient to the hospital, what else can he save?
And if even the doctors at the hospital couldn't cure his brothers, Zhao Xiaole felt that he might not be able to cure it either...
Sure enough, they arrived at the hospital soon.
As soon as he entered, he heard the wailing of a group of patients, which was very miserable.
This made Zhao Xiaole frown.
Logically speaking, it is quite normal for some patients to cry in the hospital. After all, if they are not injured or sick, they will not enter the hospital.
But so many screams seemed a bit abnormal. Did the doctors leave the patients alone?
Hearing these bursts of screams, Xie Junhao's expression became even more painful.
At this time, the person in charge of the hospital also rushed over. He was a fat doctor named Dai Wei. He was a doctor with excellent medical skills and was highly praised in Chuzhou City.
When he saw Zhao Xiaole, he immediately showed a look of respect on his face and shouted with great respect: "Dean!"
The expression on Zhao Xiaole's face did not loosen at all. He looked at Dai Wei coldly and said, "What's going on? Why are the patients screaming so miserably? Are you being lazy and not treating them?"
If it had been anyone else, Dai Wei would have started chasing people away, but when facing Zhao Xiaole, he was shocked, "How dare we do this? If this was really the case, if those soldiers found out, why wouldn't we?"
Tear us alive?"
As he said that, he glanced into the ward that was still wailing, and sighed: "Those people were injured too badly, and we are really helpless!"
Zhao Xiaole's heart suddenly sank. If even these professionals were helpless, then he, a layman, would be even more helpless!
But when he saw Xie Junhao's expectant eyes, he immediately sighed, "Oh, please take me to see it first!"
Dai Wei's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said excitedly: "Great, Dean, come with me!"
With that said, he quickly ushered Zhao Xiaole into the ward, as if he was afraid that Zhao Xiaole would run away.
Even more positive than Xie Junhao.
Due to limited space and too many patients, the place where patients are placed is simply a large warehouse, but disinfection measures must have been taken.
As soon as I entered, I was hit by a strong smell of alcohol, followed by the smell of blood and an inexplicable stench that couldn't even suppress the smell of alcohol.
Zhao Xiaole held his breath for a moment.
Then he saw various wounded people wailing in the room.
These people all had bandages on their bodies, and they had obviously been treated.
This made Zhao Xiaole even more puzzled. Since everything has been treated, why does it still hurt so much?
It wasn't until he saw that some people's arms and thighs were badly damaged, but still not amputated, that he understood what was going on.
"What's going on? Why haven't the necrotic parts of these people been amputated yet? Do you know that if you keep dragging them like this, they will be killed?"
Zhao Xiaole looked at Dai Wei with great anger.
As a doctor, he should know this best and should not make such a stupid mistake.
However, before Dai Wei could speak, he heard the patient on the side suddenly shouting: "Don't chop my hand! Don't chop my hand, don't chop my hand!"
He was so excited that he even wanted to get up from the bed and run away. Zhao Xiaole quickly held him down and comforted him in a low voice: "Calm down, we are not going to cut off your hand, but to save you!"
"Otherwise you will die, do you understand?!"
I don't know if Zhao Xiaole's words had an effect, but the young man suddenly calmed down and his consciousness gradually became clearer.
He slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw clearly that the person in front of him was Zhao Xiaole, he was suddenly stunned.
"Sir...Sir? Are you Mr. Zhao?"
He looked at Zhao Xiaole with disbelief on his face, and suddenly cried in a low voice, "Sir, please, don't let them chop off my hand. My mother is the only son, if she sees that I have no hand.
....."
At this point, he couldn't talk anymore, but tears were streaming from his eyes.
Zhao Xiaole suddenly felt congested in his heart.
These people are all warriors made of steel, and they will not cry even if they are cut down by the enemy's sword.
Now he was crying because he was afraid of his mother's worries, which moved everyone present.
It is for similar reasons that they are reluctant to cut off body parts.
How sad it would be to let your parents see your body's mutilated appearance!
Dai Wei sighed with a faint look on his face.
It’s not that they don’t want to treat it, it’s that the patient doesn’t want them to treat it!
Just when everyone lowered their heads and silently felt sad about the scene just now, a voice suddenly sounded.
"A soldier's injury is not an injury, but an honor!"
The loud voice shocked everyone's hearts.
All the injured patients looked at Zhao Xiaole, as if there was a fire burning in their eyes.
yes!
The injuries of soldiers are not injuries at all, but their own honor.
It proves that they have struggled and fought for this country and the people here!
Zhao Xiaole looked straight at the young soldier on the hospital bed and said, "I believe that when your mother sees your appearance after recovery, she will only be happy from the bottom of her heart."
