What happened?

The sound of fighting was faint and endless in his ears. From the initial shock, he has become accustomed to it and has become numb in the past few days. Qi Yue looked at the wailing soldier in front of him and stopped twitching. His whole body seemed to be stupid. How many were there already?

"Master, Master, I can't stop the bleeding. I can't stop it."

Hu San's hissing shouts came from the side.

Qi Yue looked blankly and saw that Hu San's whole body was pressed against a wounded soldier, but blood still spurted out, instantly turning Hu San's whole body into bright red.

I can't stop it...I can't stop it...There's nothing left...There's nothing useful...

"Someone, come, doctor, doctor, help me quickly..."

The constant shouting came from all directions, getting louder and louder, making the eardrums hurt.

Qi Yue looked around, and the originally empty flat ground was already filled with people. It was as if there had been a rain of blood. Everywhere he looked was bright red. Some people were lying lifeless in the rain of blood, while others were still rolling and passing away in the rain of blood.

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"Miracle doctor."

Among the people lying on the ground, a man stood up, a bloody man like Hu San.

"What do you think?" He asked calmly, his expression as indifferent as ever, "Use your magical skills to save the world and save people."

Save people...save people...

Qi Yue looked down at her hands, which were covered in blood.

Help people quickly!

She finally let out a hoarse wail, burst into tears, covered her chest with her hands and squatted down in pain.

It can't be saved...

It can't be saved...

What does this feel like?

The feeling of despair!

Seeing Qi Yue squatting down and losing his composure, Hu San rushed over from the side and grabbed Qiao Minghua's collar.

"Do you have any fucking humanity left in you! Is this the time to say this?" he hissed.

Qiao Minghua glanced at Qi Yue over there, stretched out his hand to push Hu San away, and walked to the side.

"This is hopeless." He leaned over to check on one injured person and said, then walked towards the other without stopping.

"This is hopeless..."

"This is hopeless..."

"There's hope for this! Bring all the medicine over here!"

"But sir, this one is still alive! Aren't you going to give him medicine?"

Qiao Minghua didn't even raise his head.

"He'll be dead in a moment." He said, stretching out his bloody hand, "Bring the medicine."

Such conversations continued, gradually drowning out the painful wails and screams.

No, actually it shouldn't be because it was overshadowed, but because those people who were wailing and screaming died and fainted.

I don't know when the sound of fighting stopped.

"The thieves have retreated! The thieves have retreated!"

When this sentence came, it meant that the soldiers' persistence for many days was over and they were victorious. The cheers and joy instantly overshadowed all the suffering and swept across the earth.

But this had nothing to do with Qi Yue or the military doctors. The bodies of the dead soldiers were carried away one by one.

"He's still alive, he's still alive." A'ru stopped the two auxiliary soldiers, preventing them from carrying the wounded soldier under his care.

The auxiliary soldier looked at her helplessly.

This was the first time I saw a woman behind me, and I didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

"Are you guys free?" Qiao Minghua walked by and asked coldly, then looked at the ambulance basket next to Aru, "Take this away."

Then some auxiliary soldiers bowed their heads and bent down to get it.

Aru held on and wouldn't let go.

"He's still going to use it!" she shouted.

My voice has become hoarse from days of hard work.

Qiao Minghua glanced at the wounded soldier lying on the ground who was losing signs of life rapidly. The wounded soldier was shot through the neck by an arrow, but he was not fatal immediately. Due to excessive blood loss and occasional twitching, a trace of desire appeared in his eyes that still had a trace of consciousness.

Do you desire life? Or do you desire to be freed from this pain?

Qiao Minghua leaned over and reached out to press the arrow. The wounded soldier's eyes widened instantly and he kicked his feet a few times and stopped moving.

Aru's scream sounded.

"You kill him, you kill him!" She screamed in disbelief, holding her hands and retreating, looking at this military doctor with horrified eyes, military doctor!

"Carry it away." Qiao Minghua said nothing, and ignored Aru's screams. He also snatched the basket containing the medical bandage and cotton from Aru's hand.

The auxiliary soldiers did not show the slightest fear to all this, and seemed to have become accustomed to it. They stretched out their hands to hold the deceased's wide eyes, lifted them up and walked away.

"Give it back to me, you're not worthy of use, you, you're not saving people..." Aru chased after him and grabbed the basket, shouting.

Qiao Minghua looked at her indifferently.

"Aru, give it to him." Qi Yue's voice came from the side.

Aru let go of his hand.

Qiao Minghua didn't look at them and walked away.

"Madam." A'ru turned around and saw Qi Yue getting up from the ground. A wounded soldier in front of her had just died.

"He's not killing people, he's saving people." Qi Yue said, giving Aru an ugly smile, "At this time, in this kind of place, being kind-hearted and unwilling to give up can actually kill people, and being hard-hearted can actually kill people."

Save people.”

Ah Ru bit her lip and shed tears.

"Madam, we, can't we be saved..." she finally cried.

It had been so many days. They had watched the wounded soldiers being carried in, and then watched them being carried out. The feeling of powerlessness could really drive people crazy.

Since practicing medicine and becoming famous in Qianjintang, this is the first time that she has looked at the omnipotent Lady Qi in her eyes with a helpless look, a look of despair...

Nothing is useful. It was once hailed as a magical skill, and nothing can be saved here.

Nothing works…..

Qi Yue said nothing and looked around again.

It turns out that this is fresh, steaming, freshly baked wounded soldiers….

It turns out that the scene of this Rakshasa hell is far beyond imagination...

When the sky gradually gets brighter, the battlefield has been cleaned up. The captured armors and weapons are being piled aside. Auxiliary soldiers are checking and collecting them. Cars and horses are shuttled to transport them. Soldiers coming and going are saying hello loudly. Yesterday's tragic battle has happened.

Just like a dream, it left no mark on these people.

Qi Yue has been sitting on this slope for half a day. From here, he can overlook the entire outside of the fort and the desolate Mobei in winter.

There were footsteps coming from behind, but Qi Yue didn't pay attention. It must be that Aru and the others were worried and came over to take a look.

"Give."

The indifferent male voice said, and at the same time he stretched out a hand, and in his hand was a water bag.

Qi Yue didn't answer.

"Is there any wine?" she asked.

Qiao Minghua took off the wine bag.

"Thank you." Qi Yue took it, opened it, raised his head and drank a few big sips.

"The drinking capacity looks good," Qiao Minghua said.

"So it's more credible to see action, right?" Qi Yue said, wiping the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

Compared with the self-proclaimed miracle doctor, his drinking capacity is more convincing.

Qiao Minghua was silent for a moment.

Qi Yue didn't say anything, and still looked down the slope. The sun had penetrated the clouds and shone brightly on the charred land.

That's the blood that hasn't seeped into the ground yet...

Qi Yue only felt a stinging pain, but she still insisted on keeping her eyes open.

"I understand, you are not a miracle doctor, you are a doctor." Qiao Minghua said later.

Qi Yue smiled.
To be continued...