Along the ruined streets, against the constant explosions, when people returned to the bank of the Spree River with the help of Marco's major uniform, the three guards frowned.
Mario, who was held in the arms of Father Hans, looked around curiously.
"Go back to the clinic first." Father Hans simply turned around and walked towards the small clinic.
Wei Ran glanced at the completely blocked Moltke Bridge. In just one night, several barbed wire fences had been pulled up on the bridge, and a large number of vehicle wreckage was piled on the bridge. At the bridge head, with its back to them,
Behind the fire bunker, detonating devices have been set up.
A no-passage sign was also hung on the telephone pole on the roadside. Under the sign, two chain dogs with submachine guns were carefully checking the documents of people who wanted to cross the bridge. They were not ordinary soldiers. They wanted to
From under their noses, leaving Berlin with a child with a picked-up ID and a major's uniform was simply a fantasy.
"Can't we get out?" Marco asked with a pale face.
“It’s very difficult”
Father Hans looked back at the chained dog at the end of the bridge, quickened his pace and said, "If you go over now, you might be arrested, and you'll either be hung on the gallows, or die directly in the ruins on the roadside."
"It's the 23rd..."
Wei Ran sighed secretly, chased Father Hans, quickly moved away from the heavily guarded Moltke Bridge, and quietly returned to the clinic deep in the alley under the cover of thick fog.
"Didn't you go out?" Doctor Rocky asked as expected. While speaking, he poured a bucket of sewage mixed with medical waste and feces on the pile of rubble not far from the door.
"We can't get out." Father Hans hesitated for a moment, and when he was about to say something, Dr. Lodge pointed to the clinic behind him, "I already promised you yesterday, as long as you don't bring weapons in."
"Thank you." Father Hans nodded heavily, and was the first to enter the clinic with Mario looking curious.
Wei Ran glanced thoughtfully at the rubble pile used for dumping garbage, smiled politely, and pushed Marco into the clinic, which was extremely busy just after it opened.
Last night's bombing and the artillery strikes that have not stopped since early this morning have caused a lot of casualties to nearby residents and soldiers stationed there. This has also led to the dental clinic taking on the responsibility of medical emergency.
function.
Under the busy work of Dr. Lodge and his little nurse, residents or soldiers injured in the bombing were treated one by one, but from time to time, one or two corpses were carried out of the clinic and sent to unknown places.
After calling the Marco brothers and Wei Ran, Dr. Hans took out a white coat from the closet against the wall and put it on, "You guys stay quiet here, I'll go downstairs to help."
Before he finished speaking, Father Hans, who was over fifty years old, had already gone down the slightly skewed stairs to help Dr. Lodge.
"Brother, where are the Soviets and Jews?" As soon as Father Hans left, Mario, who had been honest a second ago, immediately took out the knife from his waist and asked with his teeth bared.
Marco slapped his forehead, "Mario, our mission is to protect this clinic from the Soviets and Jews destroying it, so now we have to quietly ambush here and try to stay as quiet as possible to prevent them from discovering it. You understand me.
What do you mean?"
"Like a wild duck hunter?" Mario asked excitedly.
"Yes, just like a wild duck hunter."
Marco simply pulled out the P38 pistol from his waist, emptied the bullet and handed it to his brother, "Mario, just hide behind the window and pay attention to the situation outside. This is a very important mission, and only my most trusted soldiers can do it."
to complete it.”
"give it to me!"
Mario excitedly took the pistol and even forgot to salute. He took off his clothes in excitement, revealing the black youth uniform he secretly wore underneath.
Before Marco could say anything, Mario used his collar to reveal the khaki youth uniform underneath, and said proudly, "Look, I brought your old uniform too!"
Marco slapped his forehead. Now he began to doubt whether his brother, who was nearly ten years older than him, was really as stupid as Hans' father said.
But Mario didn't care about that. He quickly took off both sets of uniforms, put on the sweater and overalls again, then carefully folded the two sets of uniforms and placed them on the bed prepared for him.
I rolled my legs and pushed a chair to the window and sat down. I followed the cracks in the bricks blocking the window and looked out at the mist outside.
"You stay here with Mario." Wei Ran, who had seen enough of the excitement, also took off his German uniform that didn't fit him well, and took out a white coat from the closet that Hans' father had just opened, "I
Let’s go down and see if we can be of any help.”
"Okay... okay" Marco quickly stood up and said, "If you need my help, you can call me at any time."
Ignoring the two brothers with very different personalities, Wei Ran put on his white coat, opened the door and left the second floor.
In less than ten minutes, four or five more people were sent to the clinic. Most of them had their bodies scratched by glass or masonry fragments in the explosion, but there were also two unlucky ones who were injured in the explosion.
The ribs were cut or the stomach was cut open to expose the organs.
"What are you doing here?" Father Hans, who was busy sewing up the wound of an old woman, asked casually when he saw Wei Ran coming down.
"Help you"
At the same time as Wei Ran spoke, he raised his hand to signal a woman with a big gash on her back to slap her on the bed. He asked the nurse for gloves to put on, applied anesthesia, and after a simple debridement, he started suturing.
After he finished his work, Dr. Lodge couldn't help frowning and said, "Doctor Hans, who taught this young man? Why is he so rough?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Father Hans glanced at Wei Ran in confusion, who was moving widely, and gave a noncommittal "hmm" before continuing to be busy with the work in hand.
With the help of Father Hans and Wei Ran, the progress of treating the injured in this humble little clinic has been accelerated a lot. After a whole morning of sewing up wounds, Wei Ran even had the opportunity to participate in a surgery to remove wounds from his stomach.
A difficult operation to remove splinters of wood.
It was through this operation that Dr. Lodge and Father Hans gained an intuitive understanding of his medical abilities, and they simply left all the simple trauma suturing work to Wei Ran with confidence.
On the other hand, Wei Ran is also extremely serious. He has the opportunity to accumulate experience with living people, which is more intuitive than using the small animals around the Hongqi Forest Farm. Especially when treating soldiers wearing German uniforms, there is simply no psychological burden.
, after all, if you save someone, it counts as a successful practice, and if you save someone, it counts as a contribution to the anti-fabricated silk suction, so it doesn’t count as a loss either way.
With the help of three grown men and a small nurse, this small clinic finally became quiet around noon.
But before they could take a bite of the lunch prepared by the little nurse, a gray-faced old woman ran in in a panic, "Doctor Rocky, help me quickly. My daughter was buried in the ruins. She
It’s almost gone!”
"Where are the people?" Rocky dropped the piece of bread he just picked up and looked out the door.
"She was crushed under the rubble!" the old woman explained with tears in her eyes. The muddy tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, leaving a clear mark on her dusty old face.
Rocky was stunned and said bitterly, "Mrs. Ferris, I...I can't leave the clinic."
Father Hans, who was standing aside, was stunned, and also put down the piece of bread in his hand, "I'll go! Victor, can you go with me?"
Wei Ran glanced upstairs subconsciously and nodded after a moment of hesitation. Under the leadership of the old woman, Wei Ran and Hans' father walked through the ruins and finally got into a building facing the street.
apartment.
This apartment seemed to have been bombed by an aerial bomb. The entire upper part had collapsed, and smoke or flames were even coming out from some locations. However, the remaining lower part was extremely lively, with the surviving residents helping each other to move out.
Among the injured neighbors, some of them even had their wounds stitched up by Wei Ran or Father Hans not long ago.
Under the leadership of Mrs. Ferris, Wei Ran and Father Hans, who was carrying a medicine box, got into a collapsed room at the end of the corridor. The first thing they saw after entering was the collapsed roof.
"Go through the corner and you can see my daughter!" As Mrs. Ferris spoke, she hurriedly took out a box of matches and tried to light the candle she had been holding tightly in her hand. "Wait a minute, you guys, wait a minute. I
Can light the candles in no time!”
"Stop being busy"
Father Hans untied his white coat, took off the square box flashlight hanging on his belt, turned it on, lay on the ground, pushed the medicine box and got in along the triangular gap in the corner of the wall.
Wei Ran, who was about to take out the kerosene gas lamp, quickly stopped, and the second one got into the gap that was less than ten centimeters wider than the shoulder. Following the faint moaning sound, the two of them walked around the collapsed floor, and finally
At the innermost side, I found a woman with half her body crushed by the rubble.
Just glancing at it with a flashlight that was not very bright, Father Hans sighed. The woman's legs were already tightly pressed, and dark red blood was flowing along the floor all over him. She
His upper body was leaning on a worn-out sofa, one hand tightly holding one leg of the sofa, and the other hand holding a palm-sized photo frame.
After meeting Father Hans, a trace of disappointment appeared on the woman's face. She opened her mouth as if to say something, and her big, pleading eyes looked at Wei who was lying next to Father Hans.
Ran, saying something silently.
Wei Ran crawled forward subconsciously, and put his ear to the woman's mouth. Amidst the explosions that came from time to time outside, he vaguely heard her ask, "Isn't Dr. Rocky... not here?"
Wei Ran glanced at the woman who might die at any time, and shook his head with difficulty, "He can't leave the clinic for the time being."
The woman tried her best to bring her mouth to Wei Ran's ear, and asked intermittently, "Can I... trust you?"
Seeing Wei Ran nodding without hesitation, the woman seemed to have exhausted all her strength and said, "Let Dr. Rocky come and see me tonight...just...tell him...
.A person...don't let...the soldiers around you...know."
Almost as soon as she finished saying this, the woman lost her breath. At the same time, a tear slipped from the corner of the woman's eye and fell on Wei Ran's face.
Glancing at Dr. Hans who was helping with the lighting, Wei Ran had a glimmer of understanding. In order to take out the flashlight, Dr. Hans untied his white coat, revealing the German uniform he was still wearing.
On the other hand, I had already taken off Marco's uniform before putting on the white coat, so I could only see a shirt at the collar.
After testing the woman's breath, Wei Ran shook his head at Father Hans. The latter sighed and left the flashlight to Wei Ran. He pulled the medicine box and crawled out backwards.
Picking up the flashlight and taking one last look at the woman, Wei Ran picked up the photo frame still held in her hand and turned it over. In addition to the woman buried in the ruins, there was a man with curly hair in the photo frame.
And a little black-haired girl stood between the two of them.
But this man was not the Doctor Rocky she wanted to see for the last time. Looking at the sofa leg tightly grasped by the woman's other hand, Wei Ran already had some guesses in her mind.
Before he could crawl out of the ruin-like room, the cry of Mrs. Ferris could be heard behind him. Wei Ran couldn't help but look at the body in front of him again, and then crawled out backwards.
"Mrs. Ferris, she wants me to bring you something." Wei Ran returned the flashlight to Hans, who was already preparing to walk back, sat down at the door, and said to the old lady who was slumped on the ground.
"What?" The old woman Ferris was immediately attracted to her attention.
Wei Ran looked at the ruins inside the door again, and said thoughtfully, "She said this house is full of memories, and she wanted to stay here for one more day. She also said..."
"What? What else did she say?" Mrs. Ferris said, grabbing Wei Ran's shoulders.
"She said the war will be over soon, and she hopes you can continue to live." Wei Ran continued to tell lies that would be verified soon.
Mrs. Ferris let go of her hands and leaned blankly against the cracked door frame, letting unstoppable tears flow from the corners of her eyes, her eyes just looking at the collapsed room.
Shaking his head secretly, Wei Ran stood up, took off his blood-stained white coat, shook it, put it on again, and walked further and further along the cracked corridor.
On the way back to the dentist's office, a radio truck with a loudspeaker was broadcasting Mustache's impassioned speech on a street full of ruins. The upright young soldier standing on the radio truck seemed to have been blinded by thick fog.
You can't see the ruins on the streets or the civilians in need of help at all.
Behind this loaded radio truck, some children about the same age as Mario were already carrying messenger bags and buckets of paste, putting up posters in various places on the street. But these children looked diligent, serious and even a little fanatical.
In Wei Ran's eyes, it seemed even more absurd.
Dodging those mad dog-like soldiers, Wei Ran returned to the clinic at the end of the alley under the cover of thick fog and ruins, only to find that several soldiers with submachine guns had surrounded the place. At the entrance of the clinic, Dr. Lodge and
Father Hans, who came back first, was arguing with them about something, and then he was forced to the wall with two submachine guns pressed against his chest.
It was only then that a lieutenant got off the motorcycle and said arrogantly, "We received a report that there is something hidden here..."
"What's hidden here?"
Before he finished speaking, Marco, his face wrapped in gauze, had already walked out of the clinic wearing the major uniform he had picked up.
With a sound of "Pa!", all the soldiers, including the lieutenant, saluted Marco in unison.
Marco responded solemnly to these soldiers who looked no older than him. Marco took the lieutenant's ID and looked at it. After returning it to the other party, he said slowly, "My unit was requisitioned three days ago.
To this clinic, Captain, what did you just say was hidden here? Deserters or Jews? Or Soviets?"
Being retorted by Marco, this young lieutenant who had obviously never been on the battlefield and most likely never even left the city of Berlin panicked and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"In other words, what kind of reports did you receive?" Marco continued to ask.
"We received a report that someone took a child and hid in this clinic this morning and never came out." The lieutenant straightened his body and replied, "We suspect..."
"Mario, come out."
Marco didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, and shouted without looking back. Then Mario, wearing a youth league uniform, walked out, glanced proudly at Father Hans standing in the corner, and stretched his arms towards the lieutenant.
He straightened his right arm and even took out a certificate issued by the Youth League from his pocket.
It wasn't until his brother received a gift in return that Marco said, "This is the child I brought over this morning. Do you think he is a Jew? Or do you think I am a deserter?"
"Major, this may be a misunderstanding." The lieutenant said quickly.
"It's best to be a misunderstanding," Marco said impatiently, covering his face with gauze, "Okay, leave as soon as possible. I have to receive treatment here for a few days, so don't come here these days."
After sending away the soldiers led by the young lieutenant, cold sweat broke out on Marco's forehead immediately. Father Hans, who had been forced into the corner by the gun, rarely looked at Mario more favorably and said with a smile, "This little idiot
The thing is still somewhat useful, but Marco, who taught you to do this?"
"It was her," Marco pointed to the nurse who was removing the gauze on his head, and said with a happy face, "She came up with the idea. Fortunately, I have acted in plays before, and fortunately Mario secretly brought his uniform."
"In that case, why don't you two brothers continue acting?" Wei Ran, who had been hiding in the corner just now, came over and joked, "Maybe you can help this clinic avoid a lot of trouble."
"That's a good idea." Father Hans's eyes lit up, and after he signaled the nurse to take Mario away, he said, "That little idiot must be willing to do this kind of thing. Rocky, what do you think?"
"I don't know anything, I'm just a doctor." Dr. Rocky said in a puff of smoke, making it clear that he was passing the blame.
"Then it's settled." Father Hans patted Marco's shoulder hard and helped him remove a bloody gauze stuck to his forehead. "This clinic depends on you to protect it."
