In a hospital in Gaza, Edelweiss, who was disgraced and covered with blood all over her body and even on her dirty face, took out the wine flask that Wei Ran gave her as a birthday gift, unscrewed the lid and took a big gulp, feeling worried.
He looked at the closed door of the operating room next to him and secretly clenched the delicate wine bottle in his hand.
In the operating room, the seriously injured Rama was receiving treatment. She was worried about whether Rama would survive, worried about the sewing machine, sanitary ignition and hot air balloon that she had decided to stay. She was worried that she had agreed to leave together but also stayed in the cradle of the refugee camp.
, and was even more worried about Hanward and Dalal, whom she had never found.
Are they both dead too...
Edelweiss tightened her grip on the wine bottle and looked at the dial of the Soviet watch on her wrist. It was already 6:29 in the morning, but she didn't hear any good news.
"Is there still a doctor?"
At this time, a young nurse asked alternately in French and English, "There is a shortage of medical manpower now. Does anyone have medical experience? A veterinarian, or someone who just knows how to bandage is fine!"
"I!"
Edelweiss seemed to have regained strength for a moment. She hurriedly put away the kettle and replied loudly, "I am a general practitioner from MSF. I can perform surgical trauma operations! I can deliver babies..."
"Great! Come with me! There is a seriously injured person here who needs amputation!"
Before the nurse finished speaking, she had already pulled Edelweiss into another operating room that was filled with the smell of blood.
At the same time, the sewing machine and the cradle were already standing beside the temporary operating table on the first floor. With the assistance of nurse Sophia and several anesthetists, they were performing anesthesia-free surgery that was full of screams and fainting on the wounded who had just been brought in.
Compared with these serious medical workers, Wei Ran, after helping to conduct preliminary classification and pretreatment of the newly arrived wounded, took up his weapon and greeted Hanwad and Hanwad who had nothing to do in the room.
Dalal, while no one was paying attention, left the hospital again.
"where are we going?"
Hanwad followed Wei Ran step by step and asked, "Veterinarian, you never explained how you can speak Arabic."
"Yes, why didn't you say anything before?" Dalal also asked.
"If I could speak Arabic, wouldn't Rama be unemployed?" Wei Ran asked naturally.
Hearing this, Dalal's eyes flashed with disappointment for a moment, "So you don't actually need Rama to be a translator, nor..."
"No, on the contrary, we all need it. Not only do we need Rama as a translator, but we also need little helpers like you and Ed."
Wei Ran and the two little guys ran against the wall towards the narrow alley in the distance and said, "Although we are Doctors Without Borders, you are the ones who really heal the sick and wounded."
"Sir, I don't understand what you are saying." Dalal said at a loss and confusion.
Wei Ran smiled and said, "You will understand in the future, when you grow up..."
"How could they give us time to grow up?"
Hanward said almost desperately, "Why don't you give me a gun while I'm still alive, maybe I..."
"You have to survive"
Wei Ran said more seriously, "Only if you survive can there be hope for Palestine. Children like you, meaninglessly dying here at this age, is what those wartai want to see most."
"But..."
"It only takes one bullet to kill you kids, and the noise it makes is only as loud as the bullet casing hitting the floor. No one will care about you."
As Wei Ran spoke, he had already slipped into the narrow alley, "But if you are a doctor, a scholar, a lawyer, even a pop singer.
When you come back here at that time, they will want to kill you even though they only need one bullet.
But the noise your death will make will be as loud as the sound of a bomb exploding, and it will attract enough people to pay attention to what is happening here."
"I still don't understand you," Dalal said.
"You will understand in the future. In short, just survive for now." Wei Ran warned, "Now let's talk about the arrangements for later."
"What do you need us to do?" Hanward immediately became more energetic, "Can you give us a gun? Even..."
"Forget about guns."
While Wei Ran was talking, he took off two telescope tubes from his neck, wrapped them with tape and a layer of gauze and handed them to the two helpers. In order to make them less conspicuous, he even treated the gauze with Lysol in advance.
dyed.
"Don't take off the gauze on top."
While reminding Wei Ran, he hung the two telescopes on the necks of Hanwad and Dalal respectively.
"We need..."
"You have an important job"
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the alley. He quickly ran towards the rented house and continued, "We will talk about the details later. Now hurry up and follow."
Hearing this, Hanward and Dalal stopped asking any more questions, each covered the telescopes hanging around their necks, and started running like crazy against the corner with Wei Ran.
Before entering the yard that was filled with the smell of corpses, Wei Ran grabbed the two helpers who were about to run in and carefully pushed the locked iron door.
"Go from the side"
Wei Ran gave instructions in a low voice, and led the two of them past the two corpses that seemed to have been accidentally dumped there at the entrance of the alley, and then passed through the broken carpet that was propped up.
After they got through, Wei Ran carefully cleaned up the traces before climbing in.
"Follow me and don't make a sound"
Wei Ran gave an extra warning before climbing under the car and getting through the narrow hole in the wall.
Looking emphatically at the cans and bottles piled at the bottom of the car, Wei Ran smiled, carefully crawled over, got out from under the car and hid against the wall, and climbed up to the second floor with ease.
"Hot air balloon?" Wei Ran shouted in French in a low voice.
"who?"
A soft sound accompanying the inquiry came from the room on the second floor, and then the person inside asked, "Dongfeng?"
"That's right," Wei Ran said softly, "I'm going to open the door, don't shoot."
"Come in," the hot air balloon inside said in a more relaxed tone.
Waving to the two helpers who were still hiding under the car, Wei Ran pushed open the door, and then was frowned upon - the hot air balloon was injured.
"Have you met your opponent?"
While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already walked to the side of the other party. At this time, the condition of the hot air balloon was really not very good. There was a strip on his right forearm and the outside of his upper arm near his shoulder that was four to five centimeters long, just like a child's mouth.
The same health tank.
There is no need to guess, it must have been shot by the same highly targeted bullet when the gun was fired.
This means he was lucky. The shooter who fired the bullet might have aimed just one millimeter off, and the bullet might have hit his head or chest.
But as luck would have it, the hot air balloon's treatment of the wound was definitely a makeshift job.
Fortunately, there was a first aid kit picked up from someone unknown on this table, and the two Ma Fei kits that Wei Ran had given him before were also there.
"The chair-cracked sniper outside the wall," the hot air balloon replied dryly.
"Where did the first aid kit come from?"
While Wei Ran was talking, he had already put a bandage on him, and started to use the things he could find in the simple first aid kit to help him debridement and bandage.
"Lena is dead"
The hot air balloon answered the question and said to himself, "I watched her body being crushed by the Falangist armored vehicle with my own eyes. I even took pictures of it, but I couldn't do anything."
"A new round of massacre is about to begin," Wei Ran said with a hard heart, "There is no time for you to be sad now."
"Yes, that's right."
The hot air balloon smiled with difficulty, "I grabbed the first aid kit before dawn."
"What are your plans next?" Wei Ran asked while bandaging the clean wound.
"Try to protect this hospital as much as possible"
The hot air balloon paused and asked the question again, "What about you? What are your plans?"
"I'm going to change my identity," Ran said with a smile, "that of a Falange Party."
"I thought you would stay in the hospital and help."
"The veterinarians have escaped from the refugee camp, and now Dongfeng is left behind."
As he spoke, Wei Ran also bandaged the two wounds for him. He naturally had his own plans when he chose to leave the hospital. After all, he had been trained so many times by the Living Ancestor in the past few years, so he could always more or less do it.
Find out some tricks.
If nothing else, he knew clearly that he could not change the course of history at all. The only thing he could do was to use a camera to record history.
Especially according to his guess, the invitation that the sewing machine sent to him before, in a historical time and space without his own, was probably the invitation that the sewing machine sent to the cradle, or the cradle to the sewing machine.
In other words, he was just "taking advantage" of the couple's mutual invitation.
Of course, he had no intention of evaluating whether this behavior was noble or a death act. Putting himself in his shoes, he would never let Suisui take risks with him.
But he had to admit that he sincerely hoped that there would be more such selfless people to make this world that he had begun to hate more and more more vivid.
He was even willing to speculate whether the quality of the sewing machine in such a desperate situation came from the story of the prisoner of war camp that his father and son told him about nurse Ji Chunlanji who had sacrificed her life to save his father.
He would rather believe that it was, and this was one of the main reasons why he was willing to stay despite the strict requirement of metal notebooks - he wanted to see if there was any trace of Nurse Ji Chunlan on this sewing machine.
If so, knowing the despair of being unable to save them, he hoped to at least use his camera to faithfully record some of their historical moments.
In this case, he naturally had to choose a location close enough and with enough "cameras" to record everything that was about to happen.
"So Mr. Dongfeng, how do you arrange the two of them?" the hot air balloon asked while moving its injured arm.
"In addition to serving as sentinels, you two will also serve as photographers."
Under the astonished gaze of the hot air balloon, Wei Ran switched to Arabic and said, "Hanward, you are responsible for keeping an eye on the hospital, Dalal, you are responsible for keeping an eye on the gate of the courtyard."
As he spoke, he also used the cover of his backpack to take out the half-frame camera that he had lent to the hot air balloon and handed it to Hanward.
"I..."
"I'll teach you how to use the hot air balloon later."
Wei Ran smiled and said, "He will also teach you how to hide behind the window and use a telescope to observe without being discovered."
Seeing Hanward and Dalal looking at him simultaneously, the hot air balloon nodded and accepted the job, dumbfounded, and asked by the way, "What about you? You..."
"I'll get a Falangist identity later."
Having said this, he was well prepared and took out a double-sided camouflage Benny hat from his backpack and put it on his head, "No matter what kind of clothes I wear, I will wear this Benny hat.
And I will wear a mask. In the hot air balloon, please don’t shoot me when the time comes."
After carefully looking at the pattern of the bunny hat on Wei Ran's head, Hot Air Balloon nodded, "I won't admit it."
"Both of us will leave here before six-thirty."
Wei Ran said and looked at Hanward and Dalal, "Hanward, you are responsible for taking pictures and taking pictures of everything the Phalangists do. Dalal, you are responsible for keeping an eye on the direction of the courtyard gate. Once someone comes,
You all immediately hide in the cellar in the alley."
Having said this, he took out a bottle of fuel and a lighter from his bag and placed them on the table. "When the time comes, remember to pour the oil on the sofa and light it on fire. This way we will know that you are in trouble here."
"Okay!" Dalal promised confidently as he took the oil bottle and lighter.
"You must hide it"
The hot air balloon also warned, "If you are discovered by them and killed by them, then everything we are doing will be meaningless."
"I...we won't be discovered by them." Hanwad firmly grasped the camera around his neck with one hand and the telescope also hanging around his neck with the other hand to make a promise, "We will definitely survive."
"so be it"
Wei Ran said, and simply left the room, ran to the first floor and rummaged through the cabinets, found a crowbar, and returned to the second floor. He picked up the carpet and used the crowbar to pry open the wooden floor, exposing
A hole big enough for them both to jump onto the sofa on the first floor at the same time.
"When the time comes, go downstairs from here, don't take the outer stairs."
As Wei Ran said, he jumped down from the long hole and onto the spring sofa on the first floor.
"It's time for me to leave too"
The hot air balloon looked at the time on the watch, picked up the SVD, followed Wei Ran, and jumped from the narrow hole to the first floor.
Watching the two of them climb into the bottom of the car one after another, Hanward and Dalal, who were left behind, looked at each other. They ran to the bedside with the curtains in tacit agreement, lifted the corners of the curtains and wrapped them around them.
One of the gauze-covered telescopes looked at both sides of the street outside the hospital gate, and the other looked out the window at the hospital across the road.
"Remember to survive," Wei Ran said as he walked over the corpse at the entrance of the alley.
"You too, you must survive."
The hot air balloon responded with a smile while holding a sniper rifle wrapped in a strip of cloth.
