On the morning of September 15th, just after dawn, Wei Ran, holding a bundle of blankets in his arms, and the hot air balloon in the room opposite opened the door almost at the same time.
Glancing at the half-frame camera hanging around the other party's neck, Wei Ran smiled, took the cigarette from the other party, lit it, and walked down the outer stairs one after another.
"Take this"
Wei Ran said and handed the other party a light meter, "Can you use it?"
"certainly"
The hot air balloon took the light meter and said gratefully, "I was looking for a light meter yesterday."
"You should have asked me earlier"
Wei Ran smiled and asked seemingly casually, "When will you come back?"
"soon"
The hot air balloon picked up the camera Wei Ran lent him and said, "I'll be back after taking the photo."
"What should Rama and the others do?" Wei Ran asked, "Let them come with us?"
"I have already agreed with the landlord in advance to let them stay here."
The hot air balloon explained, "And I arranged work for Hanward last night. Today he will take Dalal and Rama to clean the room and wash our clothes by the way. This work is enough
They've been busy all day."
"Alright"
Wei Ran nodded and didn't dare to ask any more questions. After watching the other party leave, he rubbed the cleft of his left hand that he had just burned again. He slowly wrapped a scarf and left the small yard. After some observation, he turned around and got in.
In the alley next to it.
Although it was getting brighter outside, the alley was still extremely dark due to the obstruction of the buildings on both sides.
Picking up the iron hook beside the well and prying open the manhole cover that was still warm, the residual heat wave and the unique smell of burning rubber also hit my face.
Turning on the flashlight and looking inside, Wei Ran nodded with satisfaction. The broken tires thrown in last night had been burnt and only a small amount of wire remained. The surrounding well walls had also been smoked black. As for what might be inside
The snakes, insects, rats, and ants must have all died out.
He jumped in again and inspected it carefully. Wei Ran also took down the tattered blanket he brought and carefully laid it on the bottom of the tube well.
After pressing around, Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, and finally took out the oil drum filled with red wine from the metal book in the backyard of the hospital garage, and buried it in the sand under the blanket.
In addition, there was an AKS74U that he had just brought wrapped in a blanket and a spare magazine. Wei Ran then jumped up with support on the manhole cover, covered the manhole cover, blocked the hole in it, and put an extra piece on top.
There were tattered blankets and a few broken bricks everywhere.
After taking a final look, he turned around with satisfaction, walked through the carpet temporarily held up by wooden poles to block his view, left the alley and returned to the small yard next to it.
Before anyone else got up, Wei Ran simply took a cold shower and changed into a set of clean clothes.
When he opened the door again, not only were the others awake, Hanward also brought Dalal, Rama, and the landlord's children to bring them a steaming breakfast.
"What are the names of these two little guys?" Wei Ran asked Rama.
"My brother's name is Omar, he is 8 years old. My sister's name is Suso, she is 6 years old this year."
Rama said while distributing spoons to everyone, "Their family name is Salah."
She had just finished the introduction, and the brother and sister greeted them in French that they seemed to have just learned, and then ran away with a smile.
"Where did the hot air balloon go?" Sewing Machine asked after Rama and the three of them also sat down at the dining table.
"He went to take pictures of his friends."
Wei Ran helpfully explained that although the food provided by the landlord was not rich, at least it was enough for everyone.
"Speaking of this, Mrs. Cradle, can I take some Polaroid photos of the Salah family later?" Rama asked, "Mrs. Salah just said that she wanted to take some photos of Omar and Suso.
Take a picture."
"Of course." Cradle smiled and nodded, "You are our little photographer, you have the right to press the shutter at any time."
"Let me take a picture of them later," Wei Ran said proactively.
"Take some pictures for us too," said the sewing machine, "if you have time."
“Of course I can”
Wei Ran happily agreed. It was only less than six o'clock in the morning, so they still had enough time.
As for why everyone got up so early, Wei Ran believed that it was definitely not, or it was not just him and the hot air balloon who woke him up.
"I had a nightmare last night"
The sewing machine took a sip of the coffee Dalal had just helped brew and said, "I dreamed..."
Halfway through the words, Sewing Machine glanced at Rama who was eavesdropping with his ears open, and after a short pause said, "I dreamed that there were many scorpions crawling into our room."
"I was stung by a scorpion when I was little"
Rama couldn't help but shudder when he said this, "It hurt so much that I cried for many days."
"Be careful of scorpions when you clean the room later," the cradle reminded gently.
"Eat quickly, let's take some photos after eating, and then go to the hospital to work."
The sewing machine trembled in an exaggerated manner, "Don't talk about scorpions anymore. In my dream last night, I was chased by a scorpion as big as an ambulance all night long."
In Rama's uncontrollable laughter, and in the laughter of Hanwad and Dalal after she translated, everyone speeded up their eating and wolfed down the breakfast from their respective plates into their stomachs.
.
At this time, there were still more than ten minutes before six o'clock in the morning.
Rama went downstairs to greet the Salah family and prepare to take pictures. He gave the cradle and Weiran each a cigarette on the sewing machine. He walked to the window and lit it and was silent for a moment. He looked out the window at the hospital across the road and said in a hoarse voice, "
Last night, I dreamed about the massacre that occurred in the Near East refugee camp in August 1976, the Falange massacre against the refugee camp. It was a nightmare, I was worried..."
He glanced at the pale cradle and Edelweiss, whose body seemed to be trembling. The sewing machine finally looked at Wei Ran, "Veterinarian, are you worried about this too? In other words, Mr. Dongfeng, you and the hot air balloon have always been worried.
These?"
Seeing all three people looking at him, Wei Ran opened his mouth several times and finally sighed and said, "Be prepared and be vigilant. I don't know if the nightmare will come true."
"It can only be the"
The sewing machine blew out a cloud of smoke and said to Edelweiss, who was also approaching, "Edelweiss, please remember to remind the children not to go anywhere in the yard."
"I'll inform them right away"
Before Edelweiss finished speaking, she had already walked quickly towards the wooden door leading to the outer staircase.
"You should also tell them."
The sewing machine was replaced by Wei Ran. The "unintelligible" rabbit riding language said to the cradle, "Tell Rama to take the children to the alley in case of emergency. There is a cellar there where you can take shelter."
"good"
The cradle responded, and after a moment's hesitation, he reminded, "Don't hide your decision from me, we are together."
"Of course, dear." The sewing machine smiled and replied in rabbit language.
Finally, he glanced at the sewing machine worriedly, and then the cradle also left the second floor.
"Are you prepared?"
It was only then that Sewing Machine asked Wei Ran, "What if the worst happens?"
"I..."
Wei Ran held the tiger's mouth of his left hand, which instantly became hot, without leaving a trace, and replied with a normal expression, "The best preparation is to leave the refugee camp immediately."
"I'm afraid this is not a wise choice."
Sewing Machine shook his head, "I'm afraid it's more dangerous outside now. Veterinarian, no, Mr. Dongfeng, let's talk about your real plan with the hot air balloon."
Silently cursing in his mind, Wei Ran cheered up and said, "The cellar in the alley next door can hide people, and there is also a hospital. I went to the first floor yesterday for a walk, and that floor was out of service due to a power outage.
, especially the morgue, is a better hiding spot.
But the shortcomings of both places are the same. Once discovered, there is no way to escape."
"So you, no, you and the hot air balloon are also worried that the Falangists will massacre the refugee camp again?" Sewing Machine asked as if confirming his nightmare.
"I..."
Wei Ran secretly clenched his fists, suppressed the words he wanted to say several times but could not say, took a deep breath and said again, "It's best not to be like that, there are women and children in our small team, no matter how careful we are
Nothing is too much.”
"that's right"
The sewing machine nodded worriedly and said after a moment of silence, "I also have military service experience. When necessary, I can also take up arms to protect women and children."
"Then get a weapon"
Wei Ran said, stepped into his room, pulled out the body bag containing weapons from under the bed, took out the Uzi submachine gun and handed it to the other person, "Can you use it?"
“Not a big problem”
The sewing machine had already taken the gun while he was talking. He unloaded the magazine and unfolded the butt of the gun quite skillfully. Then he pulled the gun repeatedly and kept saying, "Although I have only served in the army for one year, I still have to
I participated in shooting training and assessment, so my accuracy is actually pretty good."
"Have you ever killed anyone?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.
"Are you asking a doctor if he has ever killed anyone?" The sewing machine sneered, "This is not a question that a smart person should ask."
"All right"
Wei Ran picked out a few spare magazines matching the submachine gun and handed them to the other party, "Have you ever killed anyone with a gun?"
This time, the sewing machine was silent for a moment, put away the unfolded gun butt, and reloaded the magazine, "I am a doctor."
"That means I haven't killed anyone with a gun."
Wei Ran waited for the other party to put down his submachine gun and take over the magazines, then continued, "I hope you won't hesitate when the time comes."
At that moment, he was keenly aware that the hand of the sewing machine seemed to be shaking.
"The cradle, the edelweiss, and the children"
Wei Ran said to himself, "On the opposite side are the Falangists, and one of them must be shot. I would rather knock down the Falangists and then perform surgery on them to save them."
"What if I can't be saved?" Sewing Machine asked subconsciously.
"I deeply regret it," Wei Ran answered this question seriously.
Hearing this, Sewing Machine shook his head helplessly, "I don't know if I should be lucky to have a teammate like you."
"You'll be glad," Wei Ran muttered vaguely.
"I'd rather you were just Mr. Vet."
As the sewing machine spoke, he took off his coat, slung the submachine gun over his shoulder and threw it behind his back. Then he picked up his sweater and put the spare magazine on his belt.
After trying to jump, he put on his coat again and said, "Okay, let's go downstairs and take pictures."
"Let's go"
Wei Ran also didn't waste time. He took out the camera from the cover of the suitcase and followed the other person downstairs.
After such a short delay, the landlord Salah and his family had already put on a new set of clothes. They even carefully wiped the car that had not been started for a long time as a background for taking photos.
Seeing Wei Ran coming down with the camera, the landlord and his wife immediately called their children, who had also changed clothes, to come and stand in front of them, and carefully helped them tidy up their collars and hems.
Because of the language barrier, Wei Ran, who didn't want to waste time, did not chat with the other party. After the family posed, he used the camera to capture the family of four, the car with the flat tire behind it that was blocked by the couple, and the building.
On the second floor of the small building, I pressed the shutter lightly.
With the help of Rama's translation, Wei Ran safely handed over the adjusted camera to the landlord, and then stood together with the sewing machine couple, Edelweiss and Rama, and looked at the car and the second building.
I took a group photo with the small building and the Kuwait Embassy in the distance, which was dyed golden by the rising sun, as the background.
Without wasting any more time, Wei Ran took the camera and hung it around his neck. Together with Edelweiss and others, he quickly put on a headscarf. He said goodbye to the landlord's family and the three Lamars, and ran quickly before the street started to get lively.
He walked towards the narrow alley in the distance, lined up and passed through, then ran into the side door of the hospital, and climbed through the window at the end of the corridor in a familiar way.
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Before Sewing Machine finished speaking, he had already pulled the cradle towards another dormitory.
"It seems they need to be alone for a while," said Wei Ran, who had already opened the door and let Edelweiss in.
"Will we encounter danger next?" Edelweiss asked as Wei Ran closed the door.
"Just be prepared in advance."
Wei Ran comforted her softly, then gently took the girl into his arms and whispered into his ear, "No matter what happens, follow me closely. If...if you are separated from me, you can run to the negative floor.
, you can also run into the alley next to the house, there is a manhole cover there, you can hide in by opening it. The premise of all this is that no one discovers you or follows you."
"I understand." Edelweiss, who was standing on tiptoes, subconsciously hugged Wei Ran tightly, "I remember."
"Let's rest for a while"
Wei Ran glanced at the time on his watch, "It shouldn't be so early..."
“Bang bang bang!”
Before he could finish his words, there was a rapid knock on the door. Edelweiss, who was originally held in Wei Ran's arms, trembled subconsciously and turned to look at the door less than one meter away.
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"Mr. Sewing Machine, Mrs. Cradle, or Mr. Veterinarian and Miss Edelweiss, are you awake?"
Outside the door, the Palestinian female nurse named Sophia shouted hurriedly, "There are many wounded people who need surgery."
"what happened?"
Wei Ran and the sewing machine next door opened the door almost at the same time and asked at the same time.
"Just now, many people fled into the refugee camp from outside."
Nurse Sofia said as she led the four of them into the stairwell, "Many people are injured, including gunshot wounds and slash wounds. It is said that the situation outside the refugee camp is very chaotic now, and the Falangists seem to be crazy."
"Sophia, will we work in the same operating room later?" Wei Ran asked for the first time, "This way we can help each other in special situations."
"sure"
Sofia replied without thinking, led them to the operating floor, and got into one of the operating rooms.
The lighting used in this operating room is also a noisy but extremely bright kerosene gas lamp.
Before they could prepare, two wounded men with dozens of wounds from sharp weapons were pushed in.
"They need blood transfusions"
Edelweiss reminded loudly, "Da...Sofia! Quickly test their blood and find blood donors!"
"Okay!" Sofia, who was busy carrying the wounded, responded quickly.
On September 15th, as the first injection of anesthesia advanced into the wounded body, everyone began the seemingly endless bloody sewing without any preparation.
At the same time, the hot air balloon who was visiting relatives and friends in the refugee camp and was busy taking pictures also noticed this scene. The camera he borrowed from Weiran also faithfully recorded the turbulent situation that morning and the scene.
In the turbulent situation, there is a strong smell of panic and gunpowder that is almost visible to the naked eye.
