Durin chuckled in his heart, but his face didn't show it, "Yes, you said you had seen this needle box in someone else's hands." ”

"It was 1944, when we were in trouble in China, I was 19 years old, and I was full of enthusiasm and waiting to vent, so I joined the army. But at that time, blood could not resist the enemy's planes, tanks and artillery. In a battle, a bomb fell more than ten meters in front of me, I was kicked up by the shock wave, the clothes and pants on my clothes were gone, and I fell to the ground with my bare buttocks, bleeding everywhere on my body," He Lao pointed to the big bag on his chest, "A piece of shrapnel is stuck here, if it wasn't just stuck in the bone, my little life would have been confessed a long time ago." ”

He Lao continued: "I was rescued in the trench by a health soldier nicknamed Night Owl, he stopped the bleeding for me, gave me acupuncture to relieve pain, and the needle box he used was exactly the same as yours. Later, the troops couldn't stand it anymore and began to retreat, I couldn't go, in order not to drag everyone down, I begged the night owl to give me a good time, don't let me fall into the hands of the enemy, I don't want to be a prisoner. He looked at me for a while, whispered a word, then cut a knife on his finger, fed a drop of his blood into my mouth, pulled out all the needles from my body, and pricked me twice, after which I didn't know anything, and when I woke up again, I was at a fellow's house in a nearby village, and the villager said that a soldier carried me here, asked them to take care of me, and then threw down a piece of the ocean and left. ”

"I haven't seen a night owl since, and although the injury was very bad, I was healed in less than a month, and then I was back in the team, and after countless battles, I came through a hail of bullets, and I was injured a few times in between, but each time the injury healed quickly, to the surprise of the doctors. ”

"Later, the new Huaxia was established, I was transferred to work in the mine, after the restructuring of the enterprise, I had money, and began to be vassal, I met some cultural people, I drew the needle box used by the night owl to some experts, they all said they had not seen, but it is certain that this is the craft of the palace, it may be an object that an emperor in ancient times gave to the imperial doctor, carefully built by the royal craftsmen, this should be the only one in the world, unique. ”

He Lao patted Du Lin on the shoulder, "So, the first time I saw you using this needle box a few days ago, I had an inexplicable trust in you, and I think you are probably the descendant of the 'night owl' who saved my life back then." ”

Du Lin nodded, but he felt a little emotion in his heart, through He Lao's narration, he had basically remembered who this He Lao was.

When he returned to the clinic, it was already more than nine o'clock in the night, although He Lao and Mo Lao repeatedly kept Du Lin to live in the villa, but Du Lin said that he would go back to the clinic to prepare materials for Mo Lao's treatment tomorrow, and the second old man was no longer reluctant, and sent Long Sanding to drive Du Lin back to the clinic, and agreed to pick him up at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

Du Lin first took out the vial containing Mo Lao's blood, and looking at the black blood, Du Lin's face was full of disgust. Although he has to survive by drinking human blood, he is also principled, and this kind of blood, which is full of toxins at first glance, is really unappetizing.

After struggling for a long time, Durin finally relentless, dipped a little bit of his finger in it, wiped it on the tip of his tongue, frowned, smacked his mouth, took a sip, and scolded.

"It's unpleasant. ”

It's hard to drink, but the toxins in the blood are basically clear.

Durin tossed around the second floor of the clinic for a while, getting his things ready for the next day, and then went up to the third floor.

There is only one entrance and exit on the third floor of the clinic, which is a completely separate space, and no one is allowed to enter except Durin.

He pulled out a notebook from a bookshelf, the paper of the notebook was already a little yellowed, and the ink was a little blurry, and it could be seen that although it was old, it was still very well preserved.

When I opened the pen notebook, the words recorded on it were not a word that people could not recognize, only Du Lin knew that this was a Hui script.

In the 33rd year of the Republic of China (1944), at the end of June, the enemy had occupied Shazhou City, and the next target was Hengyang, which was the location of our troops.

The division commander led our 10th Division to defend Hengshan County for less than three days, not because we were afraid of death, but because our flesh and blood really could not withstand the aircraft, tanks, and artillery.

I watched as a teenage soldier was blown off the ground by a bomb and slammed to the ground.

I knew that little soldier who always called me a "night owl" because I didn't need to sleep, so I used to help the night watchmen on night duty, and I didn't have that damn night blindness, and when it came to night, my eyes lit up, and many people called me "night owl".

He seems to be surnamed He, and he doesn't know his name, and others call him "He Yanzi". I hurried over to pull him out of the trench, but the boy was black and naked, and his clothes were blown up, and I didn't care to be seen of my strength far beyond ordinary people, so I caught him under the creaky nest and ran back to the trench.

He Lingzi was seriously injured, I tasted a mouthful of his blood, and knew that all the internal organs in his body were damaged, and there was serious internal bleeding, and there were a lot of shrapnel on his body.

The rear whistle blew, the whistle meant retreat, I asked the platoon commander what to do with He Lingzi, the platoon commander looked at the corners of He Lingzi's mouth that kept gushing blood, and sighed, "This kind of injury can't be healed, leave him here, whether he is dead or alive depends on this kid's creation." ”

"Night...... Cat ...... Big...... Big brother, I'm ...... I don't want to...... Don't want to be a ...... When the captives ......"

He Lingzi was talking while spurting blood foam in his mouth, and I said in Hui: "Even if you want to be a prisoner, you have to be a prisoner?"

With his injury, three more minutes of life would be enough to choke.

I was ruthless, pulled out a bayonet and cut my finger, fed a drop of blood to He Lingzi's mouth, and then used acupuncture to stun the kid, and then ran into the woods and fields with him on my back.

If, at this time, an enemy officer looks at me with a telescope, he will see something like this:

A man, carrying another slightly thinner person on his back, like an ape, jumped up and down, rushed left and right, and the bullets flew sideways around him, but even one could not fall on this person, and in a few breaths, he disappeared into the woods, without a trace......

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