On this morning that made people worry when they woke up, everyone once again gathered around the low table at the back of the ambulance, waiting for Ed and Hanward, who had left in a hurry, to bring everyone's breakfast back and take the opportunity to unpack it.
The packages each had just received from the hot air balloon.
The package belonging to the sewing machine and cradle couple seemed to be the largest, so the couple took it out and introduced it.
"This is Rabbit Rider's specialty coffee. It's more refreshing than cigarettes."
As the sewing machine spoke, he took out a large glass can bottle, "I asked my mother to help me grind the coffee beans into powder in advance. This can save us a lot of precious time."
"This is a gift for you"
As the cradle spoke, he had already opened a cloth bag and took out a bunch of blue glass pendants of different sizes and distributed them to everyone.
"What is this?" Edelweiss asked curiously as she took the pendant that belonged to her.
"This is the blue eye of the bunny ride"
The sewing machine explained, "It is a very effective amulet. If it breaks one day, it will help you bear a misfortune."
"Hope it works"
Edelweiss said, reaching out to pull out her platinum necklace from her collar, and hung the blue glass pendant, which was about the size of a fifty-cent coin, and the rank military ring together.
"Of course it works"
Sewing Machine said firmly, and at the same time he stood up, picked up the largest blue-eyed pendant, walked to the front of the car, opened the cab door, leaned over and hung it on the rearview mirror.
"Those are photographic papers?"
Wei Ran asked, pointing to the remaining cartons in the couple's package boxes.
"Yes, Polaroid photo paper."
Cradle proudly explained, "Since joining MSF, I have taken a photo every time I deliver a child. I am about to deliver my 500th little angel."
"It's time to see what gift I got." As Edelweiss spoke, she had already torn open her parcel box.
There were only two tin boxes in her box, one of which looked particularly familiar to Wei Ran. In later generations, Yashar, the son of Sewing Machine and Cradle, came to find her with that tin box.
"This is a Mozart chocolate ball!"
Edelweiss said, having opened the large iron box and generously placed it in the center of the table, "Try them all, this is my favorite candy."
Before anyone could say anything, Edelweiss opened the second small tin box. Inside this box was a piece of slightly melted chocolate cake.
The moment she saw the cake, Edelweiss shed tears without any warning.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Upon seeing this, the cradle quickly moved over, took the thin girl into his arms and comforted her.
"It's okay, I'm okay."
Edelweiss sniffed while crying and laughing, pointing to the slightly melted cake that almost filled the tin box and said, "That's the Sacher Torte. Do you know Princess Sissi? That's her favorite too."
A cake to eat. Every year for my birthday, my mother will buy me a piece of cake like this."
As he spoke, Edelweiss took out a few more slender candles from the box that had melted together and turned into spicy strips.
When she saw these candles, the young girl couldn't help but curled her lips and cried pitifully again.
He looked at the cradle and sewing machine that were busy comforting Edelweiss, as well as the little translator Rama who hugged Edelweiss's neck and called her mother, and even the little girl Dalal who hugged her from behind and hummed Arabic folk songs softly.
Wei Ran looked at them silently, and he could see that Edelweiss, no, Clara, Clara Holler, was undoubtedly "spoiled and pampered" as a little princess at home.
Perhaps because of this, she can freely pursue her dreams and inner persistence, and cry when she feels wronged.
But look at those two girls whose combined ages are as old as her!
At an age when they should have been treated as little princesses, they were experiencing the never-ending flames of war. So much so that at such a young age, they had already learned to hold back their tears and comfort Yubi.
People who are more mature themselves.
After puffing up his chest and taking a deep breath to relieve the soreness in his heart, Wei Ran stood up, walked into the tent, walked around as a cover, and took out the Nikon camera from the metal book.
Sitting back in his original position, Wei Ran raised the adjusted camera, used the viewfinder to cover Edelweiss, who was crying more and more sadly, and the girls around her comforting her, and gently pressed the shutter.
"ah?"
Edelweiss raised her head and looked at Wei Ran blankly, obviously not expecting that he would take out a camera to take a picture of her at this time.
"look at you"
Wei Ran deliberately joked and said, "I was so moved by the cake your parents sent me that I cried. Of course I will take a photo of it. Then you can send the photo to your parents."
"I..."
"Tonight, we can celebrate your birthday again."
Wei Ran said and pointed to the old newspapers bulging in Edelweiss's package box, "Besides, there seems to be something in there."
Hearing this, Edelweiss, whose attention was successfully diverted, subconsciously looked at the parcel box, tore open the layers of wrapped newspapers, and took out a cosmetic bag with LV patterns from inside.
Edelweiss did not avoid everyone, and even forgot to wipe away the "river bed" of tears that rushed out on her face smeared with black stains. Edelweiss had already opened the small bag, and then saw various cosmetics.
With a photo and a letter.
"These are my parents and grandfather"
Edelweiss pointed at the people in the group photo and introduced them to everyone one by one. Then she couldn't help but shed tears again, "I miss them."
The sewing machine and the cradle looked at each other, then looked at Wei Ran who raised the camera again and pressed the shutter.
After hesitating for a moment, the cradle sighed and said, "Edelweiss, no, Clara, you go home, take Rama, Ed, Hanward and Dalal and leave the fence."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "No, I won't leave." Edelweiss and 11-year-old Rama made the same decision almost in unison.
"We will not leave here," the little translator Rama said without thinking, "We will not go anywhere until we take back our land."
"You will die here"
Sewing Machine said seriously, he now regarded the 11-year-old Rama as an adult.
"I know" Rama showed a bright smile, "I have known it for a long time, all of us know it."
"If you really want to do something, you should actually leave."
Cradle earnestly consoled him, "You should use your time now to learn a lot. If you become doctors in the future, you can save more people when you come back here.
If you become an influential politician, you can save more people than doctors.
Even if you receive formal training and become truly qualified soldiers, you can still kill more enemies."
"We also want to, but those Judah people won't give us so much time." Rama gave an extremely cruel answer with a clear head.
"I will stay and help you" Edelweiss wiped away her tears, hugged Rama and made her promise.
Just at this time, Ed and Hanward also walked in from outside, and they brought back everyone's breakfast.
"Before breakfast starts, let's take a look at what good things I have in my parcel." Wei Ran changed the subject at the right time and opened the parcel in front of him.
Unfortunately, compared to the previous two packages, the contents in his package were much simpler, a pack of Marlboro cigarettes, a flask that was originally a metal book, and a Panasonic RF-2200 radio, that's all.
"After dinner, let's take a group photo."
As he spoke, Wei Ran tore open the cigarette and generously distributed more than half of it to the sewing machine and his wife's cradle, "I just happened to have new film, and we can listen to the radio without restraint at night, as long as we have enough
Battery."
“You really should take a photo!”
Cradle was the first to respond to Wei Ran’s suggestion, “Whether we continue to stay here or leave as soon as possible, we should take some photos.
Also, it’s long overdue that we have a radio that works without starting the car! We could put it in the operating room!”
"You're right!" The sewing machine also responded, "Let's eat faster and take more pictures."
At the suggestion of the couple, Edelweiss, who had just hurriedly read the letter from home, nodded and put away the letter in her hand.
After hastily eating a simple breakfast, Wei Ran immediately called on Ed and Hanwad to open the garage door and the thick curtain, letting the bright morning sunshine shine into the garage. Then he called on everyone to open the garage door.
The stains on my face were washed away, and Edelweiss also washed away the tear stains on my face.
Instructing the adults and children to stand in two rows at the front of the car, Weiran placed the camera on a 200-liter empty oil drum to find a good angle, then pressed the selfie lever, quickly ran over and stood in front of Edelweiss.
beside.
After taking the first group photo, he immediately asked four helpers to stand in front of the car and took a group photo for them.
"It's your turn"
Wei Ran greeted the sewing machine and the cradle and stood directly in front of the car, finding a good angle to take a photo of them.
Having completed the return mission so easily, before Wei Ran could breathe a sigh of relief, Cradle suggested, "Veterinarian, let me take a photo of you and Edelweiss."
"My pleasure, beautiful lady." Wei Ran praised the people who were going to take photos with him and the people who were going to take photos for them with a pun.
Let the cradle arrange for himself and Edelweiss to stand at the front of the car, and let the other person press the shutter towards them.
It was considered that he had overfulfilled one of his return tasks. Wei Ran took the radio and the wine bottle, and a few packs of cigarettes. After the girls re-smeared black stains on their faces, he locked the iron door of the garage.
A group of adults and children then walked together to the operating room they were in charge of.
Almost as soon as Wei Ran turned on the radio that he didn't know who had sent him and tuned it to a French news channel, Dalal, who was guarding the door, also pushed open the wooden door of the operating room, followed closely by Ed and
Hanward then each pushed in a wounded man.
“Another landmine”
Edelweiss made an accurate judgment after just one glance. While busy preparing for the operation, she complained, "How many landmines have those bastards planted around Beirut?"
"I heard a lot has been cleaned up."
It was Rama, the little translator from 11, who took over the topic, "Since the ceasefire, the vast majority of the wounded who have been sent over in the past two days are demining engineers."
"It's only fair that those who laid mines should be allowed to clear the mines," the cradle next door said angrily while giving an anesthesia needle to the wounded who were also injured by the mines.
"If war were fair, there would be no need to fight."
Wei Ran had already put on rubber gloves as he spoke, picked up the surgical instruments that had been steamed and sterilized last night and said.
"We are just doctors," Sewing Machine said, but his tone was filled with resentment and helplessness.
The chatter stopped around the incisions made by the sanitary ignition machine and the sewing machine in no particular order, and the only sound left in the operating room was the slightly noisy French broadcast from the radio.
"Rama, help change the music channel on the radio."
Just as Wei Ran began to sew up the broken wound, Sewing Machine spoke again, "I can't help but be distracted and listen to what is said in the news."
"Does chatting distract you?" Wei Ran, who was not affected at all and was even alert at all times outside the operating room, asked preoccupiedly.
"Of course not, what do you want to talk about?"
The sewing machine replied that his speed was much slower than that of Wei Ran, but the wound treatment was also much more meticulous and neat - just like his nickname.
Because of this, Wei Ran had already discovered last night that unless the situation was really urgent, lightly injured patients, children, girls and pregnant women were all sent to the operating table in charge of Sewing Machine and his wife.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In other words, what can be sent to his operating table are basically "urgent jobs" and "heavy jobs" with higher mortality rates.
Looking up at the silent Edelweiss opposite, Wei Ran asked, "What did you do before you met the cradle?"
"Pediatrician"
The sewing machine replied, "After get off work, I also work as a butcher in my father's shop, killing sheep, cattle or chickens. I started this job when I was 12 years old."
"I also know a butcher"
Wei Ran smiled and said, "She is French and has very good skills in killing sheep and castrating them."
"Your girlfriend? I noticed you used her."
Cradle asked curiously. This time, even Edelweiss opposite looked up at Wei Ran. Sure enough, gossip is human nature, regardless of age, nationality or skin color.
"No," Wei Ran replied with a smile, "She is half my boss and half my friend."
“Doing business with friends is not a good thing”
Sewing Machine said, "My father was supposed to accept the barbecue restaurant left by my grandfather with his good friends, but my father's friend was deceived by his good friends into joining the Moss War."
"Then what?" Wei Ran asked with interest.
"Then my poor father was captured by the Chinese, but unexpectedly spent a very happy time in the prisoner-of-war camp. He even learned a unique bread-making technique from the Chinese."
"Where are his friends?" Edelweiss, who was originally a little depressed, couldn't help but ask.
"He didn't join the army at all."
Sewing Machine said, "He was my grandfather's apprentice, and he just wanted my father to die on the battlefield so that he could take over the restaurant run by my grandfather.
Later, my grandfather learned the truth from the letters my father sent home from the prison camp, and he fired my father's friends."
After telling the story of his father's generation in a few words, Sewing Machine took the initiative to change the topic to his son, "I'm not interested in running a restaurant, I want to be the great doctor in my father's story.
But I think my son Yashar will definitely be interested in inheriting the restaurant. Since the cradle helped me give birth to Yashar, my father no longer cares about our life or death."
"He still cares"
Cradle corrected, "Why else would there be so many blue eyes in every package sent to us?"
"hope so"
Sewing Machine shrugged nonchalantly, "Anyway, I won't go back and inherit the restaurant. I hate the smell in the kitchen. I prefer the smell and atmosphere in the operating room."
"Danglang"
Before he could finish his words, Wei Ran had already dropped the scalpel and started suturing.
"Hey? Have you taken care of the wound?" After the sewing machine finished speaking, he didn't forget to peek through the curtain to look at Wei Ran.
"While you are telling the story," Wei Ran said as he began to sew.
"Actually, I've wanted to ask for a long time, how come your processing speed is so fast?"
The sewing machine couldn't help but ask, "What did you do before?"
"Before"
Wei Ran smiled and replied while continuing to suture the blood vessels, "I used to be a medic."
"Medicine? Which army?" Edelweiss joined the conversation and asked.
"The people in the Seabee Camp and the Engineer Corps in the United States are a bunch of scum and animals." Wei Ran couldn't help but muttered, but he couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face covered by a mask.
"No wonder your nickname is Vet" Cradle accurately found the origin of Weiran's nickname.
Before anyone could continue this topic, the door of the operating room was pushed open by Dalal, and immediately after, the girl said something with a trembling voice.
"What's wrong?" Edelweiss asked Rama.
"There is a Falangist..."
Before Rama finished speaking, a soldier holding an AK violently pushed open the wooden door, knocking Dalal, who was guarding the door, to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, two more Falangist soldiers came in, each grabbing Ed and Hanward by their neck collars and pointing their pistols at the back of their heads.
Immediately afterwards, a stretcher was pushed in. On the stretcher, there was also a man wearing a uniform and a huge ring on his hand. There was also a gunshot wound on the man's shoulder.
"Save the major, or you will all die."
Before he finished speaking, the first person to come in had already walked to the operating table where Wei Ran and Edelweiss were in charge, reaching out to push away the injured person who was suturing the wound of Wei Ran.
However, before he could exert any force, Wei Ran had already picked up a scalpel and placed it against the tiger's mouth of his hand.
His sudden movement also immediately made the two soldiers following him nervous.
"I can make a cut on your thumb and sew your thumb into your asshole."
Wei Ran said calmly in English, "We will save people, but you have to get out, especially don't threaten my assistant.
Also, this is the operating room in charge of Médecins Sans Frontières. If you want us to save the people on the stretcher, then put down your weapons and wait outside."
"Are you threatening me?" the Falangist member asked, suppressing the trembling in his voice as the scalpel was pressed against his neck.
"This is not a threat. This is MSF's operating room and is open to anyone who is injured, provided we are not threatened and no one enters here with a gun. This is the rule of the game."
As Wei Ran spoke, he simply put down the scalpel, "It's your turn. If you want to shoot, do it as soon as possible. One last thing to remind you, Mr. Major's wound is very close to the lung cavity. If you continue to delay, sooner or later he will be killed by yourself."
drowned in blood."
"Save him first"
"no problem"
Wei Ran said happily, "Put down your weapons, let go of our people, and then leave the operating room and wait. Your bodies are not clean, and his wounds will be infected if you are around."
"May I have your name?"
"You can ask me what size my underwear is." Wei Ran picked up the needle holder again as he spoke, "I have plenty of time to waste."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After hearing this, the Falange member finally waved his hand, and the two subordinates behind him also let go of Ed and Hanward.
"Put down your weapons, go out and wait," Wei Ran continued, "This is our rule."
"You can guarantee to save..."
"No one can guarantee that, not even the omnipotent God can make such a guarantee."
Wei Ran didn't care at all about the gun pointed at him, and said in an extremely confident tone, "I can only guarantee that I am the most skilled person in this hospital, and I can guarantee that if you delay any longer, your boss will have no choice but to die.
."
"Go out, I trust this gentleman."
The major, who was lying on the stretcher, finally endured the pain and spoke - he used Hebrew that made Wei Ran particularly concerned.
After hearing this, the Falangist member finally exited the operating room with his weapons and his men.
"Can you continue sewing?" Wei Ran asked the frightened Edelweiss.
Hearing this, the latter shivered, and then nodded hurriedly.
"Let me help you"
As the cradle said, he had already taken off his gloves and walked over. At the same time, he asked Wei Ran, "Can you do it yourself?"
"no problem"
Wei Ran also took off his gloves, but then he took out the wine bottle from the pocket of his jeans that could not be stored in the metal book, unscrewed it, took a sip, and then handed it to Edelweiss.
The latter was stunned for a moment, then took off his gloves and pulled off his mask, took the flask and took a sip of the spicy wine - it contained golden millet wine.
"Hold it for me first."
Wei Ran didn't take the flask, but just put on his gloves again, put a bandage on the major who still had the strength to scream, and then pushed him under the gas lamp, facing the door of the operating room, and unscrupulously tortured his colleagues in the operating room.
It shows how rough and efficient veterinarians really are.
After making three incisions and accidentally scratching the joint ligament, he dug out a severely deformed lead bullet, but under the dull gaze of everyone, including the children.
, rub the needle holder on the sole of the shoe very quickly, and then slowly and slowly began to sew extremely carefully.
"Gulu"
Sewing Machine couldn't help but swallowed. He knew that even if the major on the hospital bed was lucky enough not to die of infection, he would probably have to face suppuration in the wound soon, and he might even have to undergo a surgery that was actually unnecessary.
amputation surgery.
Is this asshole vet riding Hippocrates' wife and swearing?
This is a blasphemy against professional ethics!
Sewing Machine, who clearly watched all this, couldn't help shouting in his heart, but what made him even crazier was that he actually saw wonder and admiration in the eyes of his wife, Edelweiss, and even the children.
