Irelia's fingers pressed against the man's arteries, and the pulses of her fingertips felt like they were pressing a snake. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Blood spurted from the veins and poured into the hole in the man's stomach.

The old doctor in charge of the surgeon lifted his sleeve, which had been splashed with a lot of blood, and wiped the sweat from the corner of his forehead, "Press it tighter a little more." He said to Irelia, in fact, he couldn't do anything about the blood loss.

His hands were buried deep in the man's wounds, and he pushed his blue entrails to the side, bare in the air, trying to stop the bleeding.

Although it doesn't make much sense.

But he must be worthy of every wounded, and it is the job of death to decide life and death, and he has no right to make a choice for the man on the couch because of the laxity in his heart.

Irelia had really tried her best, she kept trying, but her mind was dizzy, she was nauseous, and her hands couldn't use her strength. Although it was not the first time she had treated a wound, she had never experienced it before, and the sight before her for the past few days had been bloody, full of the smell of blood and the stench of festering wounds.

Surgery was the most effective for warfare, although the Ionians did not have many physicians who had mastered this technique. Gaius was already one of the few experienced veterans, and despite his advanced age, he was a little dizzy and could only see through with the help of glasses.

She could feel life at her fingertips. Gaius is doing everything in his power to wrestle with the Grim Reaper in an attempt to pull him back into the world of the living. Each stitch is like a victory, insignificant, but one step closer to success, like all the efforts of the warriors on this doomed wall.

The fourteenth stitch finally closed the hole in the stomach, but the man died.

He lay upright on the operating table, his body tense from the pain finally relaxed, and the blood was still flowing, but he was gradually losing the temperature of life.

"I thought I could get him back......" Irelia muttered as she lowered her head, staring at the deceased's face.

"You've done your best." Gaius said, the vicissitudes of his voice seemed to be especially capable of making people feel the heaviness of life and death.

The old doctor grabbed her by the shoulders and turned him to face him. Even if the bleeding stopped, he had less than a 1 in 10,000 chance of surviving. His spleen was pierced by an arrow, and he would definitely have gangrene. ”

Irelia's eyes were red, and her body shook slightly. Ever since she left the battlefield to help Soraka take care of the wounded, she has faced countless deaths every day.

Caring for the wounded, yes, this is the most common job that girls do in war, it should be like this, she no longer wants to be strong, go there and fight.

That person didn't need her to protect him anymore.

It seems that she thought she could protect that person all along, right? In fact, with the strength of his legendary mage, he doesn't need this kind of protection at all, right?

She stared at the face of the deceased, as if she was afraid that one day this quiet and sleeping face would be replaced by his.

"You need to rest." Gaius took her by the shoulders and led her to the back room, flanked by beds in which medics shuttled. The rancid smell and the bitter juice of the plants used to disinfect it mix together to form a nasty smell.

Gaius fetched hot water for her and wiped the blood off her cheeks with a hot towel. The old doctor's movements were very light, as if he was taking care of a child.

"I thought I was going to love war. It's true that I'm a little tired of the peaceful life, but now, I don't know it myself. ”

"Who would love war?" Gaius asked her. But the survivors of war will forget their fears, and will remember only the glory and blood, and then pass it on from generation to generation, so that those who have never seen war will also begin to yearn for war. What you need most now is to get out for a walk, kid, and not think about these issues. The years have given me the answers, but I have found that it is useless to know these things, and that when I am old, I will understand the truth, and it is impossible to avoid the mistakes of the next generation of young people, just as there is no way to stop the baby crying in swaddling clothes. ”

Gaius said calmly, his gray hair and cloudy blue eyes looking at Irelia, and a long scar on his cheek—he was a stranger who had fled here, though he didn't say a word about his past.

Irelia put on her cloak and sat down on the empty bed next to her, letting out a long sigh, "Maybe I won't be here tomorrow." It's so helpless to watch them die one by one. She smiled in relief. I'd rather go to the battlefield to protect them. ”

He watched her walk out of the broken wooden door of the field hospital, the girl's body wrapped in the soft fabric of her cloak.

"I also feel helpless." He muttered to himself.

He knew the soldier just now, or rather, he was just a stranger who made some impression on him. Buford, the talkative farmer, Gaius remembers mentioning that his wife and children and two sons were in the small village to the north.

"I'm sorry."

He whispered. He hid from him the news of the devastation of the village.

……

Li Qing's head was dizzy, and his body was constantly being thrown to the ground, and despite the ancient martial arts protection of the golden bell jar, he still felt pain.

It was a pain that twisted in the meridians.

Sein laughed, his rough guttural voice made it particularly somber due to the evil spell of resurrection from the dead.

Finally, his back touched the ground, and his body slammed into a mouthful of blood. The pale skin of the undead giant in his vision became more and more blurry, and he felt his vision move away from him.

He was once blinded, just so that he could not see the complicated world, and he devoted himself to cultivating martial arts, but stayed away from killing. The ancient martial arts spread in this eastern country are far-reaching and boundless, even if he cultivates for a lifetime, he can only master a drop in the ocean, which is just right for him who is determined to hide in the world.

But not seeing those chaos, staying away from those doubts, after all, did not let him dodge.

Under the dark gaze of the bloodthirsty giant Sain, a tragic scene resurfaced before his eyes. The blindfold that covered the eyes was torn off, and the martial arts that covered the atrium were also occupied by the guilt.

He never let go, because he didn't dare to pick up that guilt, so how could he let it go?

His body was suddenly covered by a burst of energy, he couldn't see it, his vision had fallen into darkness, and he only felt that there was a layer of strange energy, not magic, wrapped in a golden bell jar that was already full of flaws.

"Good work, Mr. Li Qing. I apologize for the belated arrival of the Balanced Ninja. The sound pierced through the helmet, emitting a low resonance.

It was Shen's voice.

"Thank you."

The twin swords crossed behind his back were held by his palms and slowly withdrawn, the sound of the blades grinding in the sheath as cold as his voice.

"No thanks. Fighting the demons and the undead is a ninja's job. ”