"I don't know how to do medical skills," Wu Dongfang reached out and grabbed the old man, "Don't rush back. Since he has come out, the other few will be saved together."

"It's not that I don't save you, it's that I can't save so many," the old man continued to move forward. "You've been here for too short, and you'll know slowly that people will die every day, and you can't save so many even if you're exhausted."

"I'm still idle when I go back, by the way." Wu Dongfang didn't let go.

The old man didn't say anything and left with his head down. Wu Dongfang was afraid of tearing his clothes, so he didn't dare to pull him too hard. After walking for more than ten meters, he had to let go.

When he returned to the room, the old man lay on the bed again, and Wu Dongfang sat on the ground fiddling with the brazier.

"You have to feel uncomfortable, cook some porridge and send it to those slaves." The old man took the initiative to speak.

Wu Dongfang originally wanted to do this, but with the old man's permission, he took the stand and placed a clay pot on the top of the brazier to start cooking porridge.

"There is a cloth strip hanging in front of the door, so there is a patient inside." The old man said to Wu Dongfang, who was carrying a pottery jar.

Half an hour later, Wu Dongfang came back. One of the five patients had eaten, and there were four left. But he only sent three portions of porridge and rice. One of the patients died. There was half a bowl of sour and smelly porridge beside her, which was the breakfast she had not finished.

Back at the wooden house, Wu Dongfang lay down. He was in a very bad mood, and the half bowl of sour and smelly porridge was always lingering in his mind.

The old man didn't take the initiative to talk to him. At noon, it was snowing. Wu Dongfang walked out of the door and looked east. He saw dense slaves working around the platform. He could vaguely see the stones used to move and trim the platform.

"Don't you finish work even if it snows?" Wu Dongfang asked.

"It's not until dark." The old man sat up, "It's time for us to work."

"What are you doing?" Wu Dongfang turned around and walked back. He now desperately hoped to do something for the slaves.

The old man pointed to the herbs piled by the wall, "That is a herb that stops bleeding. Cut it into pieces, grind it finely, wait for them to work, and give it to them."

Wu Dongfang did this all afternoon. There was a guillotine here. It was chopped off first, then crushed with a medicine grinder, and stored in a jar.

After dark, the slaves came back. In winter, the skin and bones were particularly susceptible to injury. The people who came to get medicine lined up in a long queue. The old man gave them some with copper spoons. The slaves caught them with their hands, picked them away carefully, or applied them on the wound on the spot.

After dark, the two of them worked. The slightly injured slave took the medicine powder and left. There were also bone-killing bones. There was no anesthetic for bone-collection. But the old man was really clever and could handle it in one go. The rest was handed over to Wu Dongfang. If there was any trauma, apply medicine. If there was no trauma, apply splints directly. If there was no trauma, use branches. If there was no bandage, tear the cloth strips.

They were busy until after ten o'clock, and the last slave was carried away by their partners, and their work came to an end.

Then a slave came to return the sick cards, with five sick cards a lot. Finally, the girl with no tongue came, who came with the thin woman on her back. The two knelt down and kowtowed to the old man and Wu Dongfang. They had nothing to express their gratitude, so they could only kneel down and kowtow.

"Is the woman she carries her sister or mother?" Wu Dongfang looked at the girl's back.

"Why don't you understand anything?" The old man's voice came from under the bed.

"What's wrong?" Wu Dongfang asked.

"Most of the slaves have no relatives, and even if there are any, they are not in the same place." The old man said.

"If that woman doesn't have a wooden sign tomorrow, will she still have to go to work?" Wu Dongfang asked.

The old man took the wine jar and stepped out from under the bed, opened it and took a sip.

"Is it?" Wu Dongfang asked.

"Don't ask." The old man shook his head.

Wu Dongfang guessed the answer, grabbed a wooden sign and ran out, caught up with the girl who walked to the village head, and stuffed the wooden sign into her hand, "Hold it, when will she recover from her illness? When will she return the wooden sign?"

The girl looked at Wu Dongfang, tears rolling in her eyes. Wu Dongfang nodded at her and turned around and left before she cried.

When he returned to the wooden house, the old man had already hidden the wine jar again and was sitting on a stool and scooping porridge with a spoon. The blood stains on his hands when he was tying bones and treating the wounds had not been washed away.

"You did something very stupid." The old man drank the porridge without looking up.

"It's not enough anyway, so saving one is counting as one." Wu Dongfang said.

"You can only make her die faster," said the old man.

"Why?" Wu Dongfang asked in confusion.

"You don't understand some things. Have you been with the wizard before?" The old man changed the subject.

"What's wrong?" Wu Dongfang asked.

"You are very skilled in bone cutting." The old man threw down the spoon.

"Why did that girl's tongue disappear just now?" Wu Dongfang was always thinking about the little girl.

"The biting person was cut off." The old man walked to the bed and lay down.

"Who did you bite?" Wu Dongfang asked again.

"You ask her yourself." The old man yawned.

Wu Dongfang glared at the old man fiercely. The other party was a mute, so why did he ask?

The old man fell asleep quickly, and Wu Dongfang couldn't sleep, so he chopped the herbs overnight. Since he couldn't fundamentally change the situation of the slaves, he could only do something for them in his ability.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop, can you wait until tomorrow to cut?" The old man was woken up by Wu Dongfang.

"Who did she bite?" Wu Dongfang asked.

"You go and ask her." The old man was not threatened.

"Crack, Crack, Crack..."

"Crack, creak, creak..."

An hour later, the old man finally couldn't hold on. "I'm afraid of you anymore. Li Tou wanted to bully her. When she resisted, she bit off Li Tou's nose and her tongue disappeared."

"What kind of official is Litou?" Wu Dongfang asked. The old man's answer was similar to his guess. At this time, men bullied women by their physical advantage.

"What kind of official can a slave be?" The old man yawned again.

"It was the slave who cut her tongue?!" Wu Dongfang was shocked. He thought that the officers and soldiers did this, and he never expected it to be a slave.

"What's so strange about this? Have you been locked in a cave so old?" said the old man.

Although he was ridiculed, Wu Dongfang still couldn't help asking, "Don't you care about the soldiers and the Tu tribe's wizards?"

"As long as the strong man is obedient, he will not be punished no matter what he does." The old man got up and drank water.

Wu Dongfang understood that the soldiers and wizards were Japanese devils, and Litou was a lackey traitor, helping the Japanese devils bully their compatriots.

"Why are you so concerned about that female slave?" The old man tilted his head and looked at Wu Dongfang who was cutting herbs.

Wu Dongfang lowered his head and ignored him.

The old man returned to the bed and lay down. Wu Dongfang stopped the work at hand and lay down from the corner of the wall.

In the second half of the night, Wu Dongfang was awakened by the cold. He had no bedding and was covered in cold shape after waking up.

There is no way, only fire.

After lit the firewood in the brazier, Wu Dongfang opened the door. At this time, the snow had stopped and there was a dim moonlight outside.

He originally wanted to come out to pee, but after opening the door, he found a man standing more than ten meters in front of the door. He was wearing slave clothes, with long hair, and was a woman.

Seeing a woman, Wu Dongfang hurriedly buckled his belt. The man stood where the slaves received the sick card. Without asking, he knew that he was here to receive the sick card.

"Why did you come so early?" Wu Dongfang asked.

The woman in the snow stood still.

"It's too cold, you go back first and come over after dawn." Wu Dongfang waved to the other party.

The woman still didn't move.

Wu Dongfang sighed and walked towards the woman, "Are you sick or injured?"

After descending the steps, Wu Dongfang felt suspicious. He was nearly 1.8 meters tall, and the woman in the snow was even taller than him. It was rare for such a tall woman to be seen at this time.

After walking for more than ten steps, he stopped. The snow on the ground was more than half a foot thick. He left a string of footprints in the snow while walking, but there was not a single footprint around the woman.

When his eyes moved to the woman's feet, Wu Dongfang's hairs stood up instantly. The distance between the two sides was less than five meters now. He could clearly see that the woman's feet were hanging in the air and did not step on the snow.

Looking at the face again, it was white with a faint, empty eyes, weak hands, and no real wrinkles on the clothes on their bodies, which were very hazy and empty.

Wu Dongfang immediately understood what he had encountered. He subconsciously wanted to turn around and escape. After restraining the idea of ​​escaping, he wanted to shout loudly, but the idea of ​​squealing loudly was also restrained by him. He did not run away or shout, thanks to the cruel training of the special forces, looking directly at fear, facing fear, and overcoming fear.

"I know what you are, what are you doing here?" Wu Dongfang not only did not run away, but took a step forward.

This step was very brave and very nervous. While taking steps, all the muscles in my body were tightened and my fists were clenched.

The woman, it should be said that she was a female ghost, but she still didn't move or speak, and looked blankly at the direction of the wooden house.

"What do you want to do?" Wu Dongfang took another step. At this time, he was closer to the female ghost, only three meters away. He could see the female ghost more clearly. She was in her early thirties, had a square face, high cheekbones, and a black mole the size of a rice grain under her nose.

Seeing the female ghost's appearance clearly, Wu Dongfang remembered this person. This person came yesterday morning and was alone. He had a severe cough. However, compared with other slaves, she could at least walk, so he did not give her wooden signs.

"Are you blaming me for not giving you a wooden sign?" Wu Dongfang took another big step, two meters, almost facing the female ghost.

The female ghost was still standing still and not talking, and she was still looking at the door of the wooden house.

Only then did Wu Dongfang realize that the woman's most wanted to do before she died was to come over and ask for wooden signs. After her death, her soul came here in a daze and did what she wanted to do most in her lifetime.

Wu Dongfang slowly took a step back. At this time, he was still extremely nervous because he had never seen a ghost and did not know what terrible things the ghost would do.

Seeing that the female ghost was not moving, Wu Dongfang took another step back.

At this moment, he suddenly felt someone patting his shoulder.

He was extremely nervous, and now he was so scared that he turned away from his body. He turned around in fear, but found that there was no one behind him. He turned around in fear and found that the female ghost was floating towards him.

"Oh, my hair is standing up." The old man's voice.

Wu Dongfang lowered his head when he heard the sound, and saw the old man standing on his right. Then he realized that the old man who patted him on the shoulder was this old man. The reason why he turned around was unable to see anyone was because the old man was a hunch.

The old man was holding a wooden sign in his hand. The female ghost floated over, took the wooden sign in his hand, and turned blankly to float towards the wooden house.

"Hey, are you okay?" The old man pushed Wu Dongfang.

Wu Dongfang didn't move.

"Hey." The old man pushed again.
Chapter completed!