Almost at the same time that the white light that covered everything disappeared, the smile on Wei Ran's face also disappeared without a trace.

Before he could clearly see everything around him, he heard a variety of noisy shouts, wailings and feeble moans, as well as sporadic gunshots that were clearer but sounded a bit distant.

Of course, he also smelled a slightly strong smell of blood and disinfectant.

Blinking his eyes quickly, when he saw everything around him clearly, he found that he was wearing a set of blood-stained surgical clothes and holding up his hands wearing medical rubber gloves.

On the right hand side was a three-story medical trolley, which contained not many but sufficient surgical supplies. At the bottom of the trolley, there was also a body armor and a Soviet-style steel helmet.

Right in front of him was a slightly old stretcher cart, with a woman who had been bandaged lying on the stretcher cart, and a kerosene gas lamp hanging on a shadowless lamp.

He was certain that the gas lamp was definitely not his, it was as strange as the female nurse wearing a mask standing opposite the stretcher truck.

There is also a medical cart next to her, which is also filled with medical equipment and various medicines. Of course, the bottom layer also has body armor and steel helmets.

"Harder! The baby is coming out!"

Just at this moment, French words of encouragement came from behind him, followed closely by a calm word that was obviously coming from a child - he couldn't understand what the little girl behind him said.

Subconsciously, he glanced back and saw that less than two meters behind him, a dark green curtain with many black stains stained by blood was pulled open.

Through the light from the opposite side of the curtain, he could vaguely see the woman lying on the bed who seemed to be giving birth, as well as the medical staff standing beside the delivery bed.

He could clearly see that at the head of the delivery bed, in a position not covered by the curtains, there stood a man who looked to be at most eleven or twelve years old, wearing an overly large World War II American-style steel helmet on his head.

little girl.

The little girl was trying hard to hold the brim of her helmet with one hand, and put her other hand on the orange polaroid camera hanging on her chest.

Before he could take a closer look, the loud cry of a baby could be heard from the other side of the curtain.

"She is a beautiful girl!" On the other side of the curtain, a woman said happily in loud French.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that the little girl had raised the Polaroid camera hanging around her neck, and at the same time, she began to speak a language that Wei Ran could not understand again.

Before he could take a closer look, the wooden door not far away was pushed open from the outside by a little girl who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old. Immediately after, a little boy who looked about the same age as her ran in from the outside.

The stretcher cart in front of Wei Ran was pushed away.

He had just left when another young man of similar age seamlessly pushed in a wounded man lying on a stretcher and placed him between Wei Ran and the female nurse.

Just when Wei Ran subconsciously picked up the medical scissors, the female nurse opposite had already cut off the cloth around the wounded man's wound, and was very skillful in making preoperative preparations.

At that moment, he even mistakenly thought that the person standing opposite was the beautiful enchantress Andy who was hiding in the love letter apartment.

When he came to his senses, the female nurse opposite had already made preparations for the operation. She urged him in German with a clear and pleasant voice, "Veterinarian, it's your turn."

Beast, your uncle...

Wei Ran cursed secretly, dropped the medical scissors, replaced them with a scalpel, and started working.

Thanks to his overly skilled experience, it wasn't long before he took out a piece of shrapnel from the cannonball from the wound of the man who still had the strength to scream.

"Leave the stitches to me. There is still a bullet penetrating wound on his arm."

The female nurse wearing a mask opposite said before Wei Ran was about to pick up the needle holder.

Upon hearing this, Wei Ran immediately swapped positions with the opponent and treated the gunshot wound on the wounded man's arm as quickly as possible.

"Edelweiss, which channel are you on today?"

While Wei Ran was suturing the wound almost roughly and bandaging it, a man on the other side of the curtain asked in French.

"Channel 11"

The female nurse who was only separated from Wei Ran by a stretcher cart changed into French and replied, but without delaying him, he walked to the door of the operating room and kicked the wooden door of the operating room with her toes, making a loud "bang bang bang" sound.

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This female nurse’s code name is Edelweiss?

Wei Ran looked at the female nurse who was cooperating with him strangely, took off the blood-stained medical gloves and threw them away, then took out a new pair of gloves from the medical cart next to him and put them on for the next scene.

Preparations were made for surgery.

Almost before and after, the wooden door of the operating room was once again pushed open by the little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. The wounded who had finished bandaging and the blood-stained stretcher were pushed out by the little boy, and were pushed seamlessly to the next person lying on the bed.

The wounded on a stretcher.

Almost immediately, the woman next door and the daughter she gave birth to were pushed out by the girl wearing a steel helmet, and a new wounded person was pushed in shortly after.

Suppressing too many questions in his mind, Wei Ran, with the cooperation of the female nurse opposite, treated the seemingly endless number of injured people, and learned some information through indirections.

First of all, it is September 10, 1982, Teacher's Day for Chinese people, but for the people in this operating room, this date only symbolizes their 38th night here.

Secondly, the girl opposite, codenamed Edelweiss, is from Austria, her German name is Clara Holler, and she just celebrated her 25th birthday half a month ago.

Her birthday cake is a compressed biscuit and her birthday candle is a match.

Third, those in charge of another operating table next door are Yashar’s parents, Celine Yaman, codenamed Sewing Machine, and Julia Shia, codenamed Cradle.

As for the little girl with the Polaroid camera hanging around her neck, her name is Rama Abu Usha, and she was picked up by Edelweiss about two weeks ago.

Although this girl is only 11 years old, in addition to her native Arabic, she also speaks fluent French.

The "child workers" of this medical team are not only Rama, but also her brother, Ed Abu Usha, who has just turned 16, and the other two children left behind - the 15-year-old boy Hanwad Qani

, and 14-year-old girl Dalal Abbas.

Regardless of the Usha brothers and sisters, Hanwad or Dalal, they are all war orphans. Leaving them to work in the bloody operating room is the only protection measure that the four Doctors Without Borders present can provide them.

Among the four child workers, Rama is responsible for translating in the operating room, taking photos of newborns and registering the names of their parents, while her brother, 16-year-old Ed, is responsible for arranging the order of operations outside the operating room.

14-year-old Dalal is responsible for guarding the wooden door of the operating room. 15-year-old Hanward is responsible for pushing out the wounded who have completed treatment and pushing the wounded who are waiting for treatment into the operating room together with Ed.

As for why the people who were pushed in were injured, the four MSF doctors in the operating room, including Wei Ran, had no time or energy to ask - they were only responsible for treatment.

One wounded person is next to another, and everyone, including Wei Ran, has less than a minute to rest between operations, but the number of wounded people brought in from the outside seems to be endless.

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"Puff puff"

Just when Weiran was about to complete the final dressing of the wounded man on the stretcher, the light from the kerosene gas lamp hanging above his head also began to pulse.

"Mr. Sewing Machine, do we still have fuel?" Nurse Clara, codenamed Edelweiss, asked loudly in French. This was already the 17th operation that she and Wei Ran were responsible for.

"there is none left"

Across the curtain, Celine Yaman, codenamed Sewing Machine, answered while working, "The fuel in our emergency vehicle tank ran out yesterday."

"But it will get dark soon"

Edelweiss said worriedly, "Our gas lamps will go out soon, and our surgical instruments need fuel for steaming and sterilization."

"Rama! Go ask the people outside and see who can help find some gasoline or kerosene back!"

Julia Shea, codenamed Cradle, exclaimed, "We're going to perform abdominal surgery on this child, and we can't do it without adequate lighting."

"I..."

"I'll go"

Before the little girl with the Polaroid hanging around her neck could speak, Wei Ran snatched the job and said, "I can't carry out the operation without fuel anyway, so I'd better go."

"Be careful," the sewing machine and cradle on the other side of the curtain said in unison.

"Put on your body armor and helmet," Edelweiss opposite ordered while packing up the medical equipment.

“I will be back as soon as possible”

As Wei Ran spoke, he had already taken off his blood-stained surgical gown, along with his mask and gloves, and threw them into the iron basin in the corner. He picked up the heavy body armor from the bottom of the trolley and looked at it.

This is a set of Soviet-made 71 titanium alloy body armor that he got from nowhere. Putting aside its bulletproof capabilities, the 10 kilogram weight alone made him give up without even thinking about it.

As for the helmet that was placed together with the body armor, it already had a bullet hole through it, so he certainly wouldn't wear it on his head as a burden.

Fortunately, Edelweiss and others didn't seem to care about this matter, and no one said anything else until he opened the door and walked out of the operating room.

Compared with the operating room, the operating room is not much better. The walls on both sides of the corridor are filled with wounded people waiting for treatment. Some of them are covering the bleeding wounds all over their bodies with their hands, moaning and wailing.

, some are already lying on the ground, have fallen into coma, or are even convulsing uncontrollably.

Quickly leaving the scarred corridor and walking out of the building, he noticed that the sky outside was extremely dark, there were steaming black smoke columns in the distance, and gunshots rang out from all directions from time to time.

Looking around, he quickly got into the remains of a two-story building that seemed to have been bombarded. He hid in a corner filled with the smell of urine and corpses, and checked himself and even the props provided in the metal book.

The clothes I wore were nothing special, a pair of khaki Martin boots, a pair of slightly baggy green overalls and a green British-style pullover sweater. Apart from a pack of Marlboros and a box of matches in my pocket, there was nothing extra.

s things.

After lighting up a cigarette and taking two strong puffs, Wei Ran took out the usable props from the metal book one by one.

As expected, although the silencer was screwed on the titanium alloy pistol, there was no bullet, and the magazine of the Bayi Bar was also empty. However, the Black Panther vest gave a small surprise. Not only did the double-sided camouflage helmet

The hat is there, as well as the enemy and the matching detonator and small mirror in the rear glove bag.

But the four magazines were all empty, and there were no grenades or landmines in the eight ammunition bags.

The weapons are like this, and the rest of the props are not much better. There may not even be bacteria in the three oil barrels. There are no batteries in the flashlight, and there is no water in the kettle.

Fortunately, there was a film in the Nikon SP camera, and the U.S. military butt bag was also filled with new film and liquid for developing film. Even the half-frame camera also contained film.

Looking around, Wei Yanmao bent over to a broken bicycle that was almost buried in rubble. He took out the wire cutters from the metal book and clicked twice to cut off the bicycle's brake cable.
To be continued...