With the addition of Mao 18 and them, the speed of treating the wounded soldiers is gradually accelerating.

The doctors did not believe in the therapeutic effects of traditional Chinese medicine, so they did not dare to let Mao 18 and them take charge of the wounded independently. After Qin Zhiyuan's coordination, the military doctors were mainly responsible for treating the wounds, and then Mao 18 and they were responsible for the suturing and bandaging of the wounds.

In this way, the speed of treatment was greatly accelerated, and by dusk, Mao 18 and they had dealt with nearly 1,000 wounded.

Since so many people have been saved, the harvest is also rich.

More than 13,000 francs, more than 20 pocket watches, more than 50 Luger pistols, 12 military and civilian binoculars, and a Cartier Santos watch, which had just appeared before the war.

This situation made everyone cry and laugh, and the wounded soldiers loved and hated the Chinese workers, because their skills were really good, and they could treat the wounds quickly and well, which could minimize the pain of the wounded soldiers. What I hate is that this is a string of money, if you want money if you die, if you don't give money or give less money, these people will immediately become "old women", their movements are slow and rude, and they can finish the wound with three stitches in ten seconds, and they have to get you seventeen or eighteen stitches in five minutes.

Although the speed of treatment of the wounded is accelerating, there are still many wounded soldiers who have not been treated in time, listening to the groans and moans of the compatriots who are enduring pain, watching a large number of wounded soldiers still lining up behind, and the wounded soldiers who are being treated have to take out all their belongings and hand them over to the Chinese workers, begging them to move faster so that they can treat more people as soon as possible.

The Chinese workers were gorgeously transformed into military doctors, and the captain in charge of directing logistics was also dumbfounded. Several times, the captain came to Qin Zhiyuan's side and wanted Qin Zhiyuan to organize Chinese workers to transport supplies, but after taking a look at the stretcher with no end in sight, the captain finally gave up this idea that would cause public anger and found a group of Indian laborers wrapped in turbans to deliver the supplies.

In the middle of the ring, the group of Indian laborers returned after sending supplies, and the leader found Captain Ji Ai: "Sir, Major Bastian did not let us enter the trenches, he asked Qin by name to be in charge of his supplies, and asked Qin to go up now." ”

"Roll call? What the hell is this......" The captain muttered a few words and turned to find Qin Zhiyuan.

With the intelligence of the captain, he couldn't figure out how a group of laborers, who could only do the simplest work, suddenly became a group of sweethearts. One thing the captain is sure of, I'm afraid he won't get the gold coins from Qin Zhiyuan in the future.

"Qin, this is the case." The captain approached Qin Zhiyuan and relayed Major Bastian's request.

"Uh...... I'd love to play for Major Bastian, but if you look at the situation, we're really not enough, after all, saving lives is more important, isn't it? Qin Zhiyuan, who also participated in the wound bandaging work, looked at the wounded lying on the stretcher with a sad and sympathetic face, showing the dilemma to the fullest.

"Go to his Major Bastian, Qin, save these children first, I'll give him an explanation when Major Bastian is there." The wounded who was waiting to be bandaged shouted loudly, Qin Zhiyuan fixed his eyes and saw that the wounded man's rank was also major.

"Yes, sir!" Before Qin Zhiyuan could respond, the captain saluted energetically, and then simply turned around and left.

Qin Zhiyuan shook his head and half-knelt on the ground to continue to deal with the wound. The major was not lightly wounded, and his thigh was blown up by the fragments of the shell, a wound nearly a foot long, and the wound was hideous, and the flesh rolled up looked very terrifying.

At the same time as Qin Zhiyuan was treating the wound, the major turned pale, and there were bean-sized droplets of sweat rolling down his head, and his body was trembling slightly, obviously enduring the pain.

"Shit, damn it." Qin Zhiyuan was stitching up, and suddenly picked out a medical cotton ball from the wound, obviously, this was forgotten in the wound by the military doctor when he was treating the wound just now.

"My God......" Seeing Qin Zhiyuan find a cotton ball from his wound, the major was dumbfounded, and then began to scold: "This group of damned people, this is a crime, this is murder, I want to accuse them, I must accuse them......"

"Calm down, Mr. Major." Qin Zhiyuan gently but firmly calmed the major's emotions, maybe Qin Zhiyuan's voice was very magical, or maybe it was the sleeve embroidered with the red cross symbol on Qin Zhiyuan's arm that played a role, and the major's mood slowly calmed down.

"Love is long-suffering and kind; Love is not envy, love is not boasting, it is not arrogant, it does not do anything shy, it does not seek its own good, it does not become quick to anger, it does not count the wickedness of men, it does not like unrighteousness, but it loves the truth. Bear all things, believe all things, hope all things, endure all things; Love never ends. Qin Zhiyuan softly recited the classic quotations in the Bible, and his hands were busy with work.

"Love is long-suffering and kind; Love is not envy, love is not boasting, it is not arrogant, it does not do anything shy, it does not seek its own good, it does not become quick to anger, it does not count the wickedness of men, it does not like unrighteousness, but it loves the truth. Bear all things, believe all things, hope all things, endure all things; Love never ends. The major repeated Qin Zhiyuan's words softly, his expression was pious and ashamed, and his eyes were full of tears.

"Love is enduring, and kindness ......" more wounded soldiers recited in a low voice, gradually forming a wave of voice, filling every corner of the wounded barracks.

An emotion called "love" is growing and spreading, like a candlelight in the dark, like a bonfire in the cold winter, warming every lonely soldier and nourishing every wounded heart.

"Alright, Major, I wish you a speedy recovery." In the chorus of the crowd, Qin Zhiyuan tied the last bow on the major's bandage.

"Thank you, Qin, thank you very much. I can't express how I feel at the moment, you're such an angel. The major held Qin Zhiyuan's hand with tears streaming down his eyes and expressed his gratitude incoherently.

"God willing, you'll be fine." Qin Zhiyuan gently shook the major's hand, and then motioned to the wounded soldier who was waiting next to him.

"Wait, I'm giving this to you, hoping to show my gratitude." The major took out a Luger P08 pistol from his waist and handed it to Qin Zhiyuan.

This is a high-end item similar to a commemorative pistol, with a slender barrel, a bolt inlaid with delicate carvings in silver, and a white ivory grip, which is worth it at a glance.

"Wow...... She's so beautiful, so beautiful. But this must be your dear thing, please forgive me for not accepting it. Although Qin Zhiyuan was happy to see the hunt, he still stopped his desire.

The P08 pistol, up to World War II, was the most valuable Allied collector's item, and this craft pistol, which is clearly of noble pedigree, may have been the belongings of a German field marshal, and is even more collectible. Such good goods are the best souvenirs for soldiers, although Qin Zhiyuan hates Western countries, but compared to himself, Qin Zhiyuan is not willing to "take the favor of others".

"No, you must take it." The major was very firm and insisted on giving this gun to Qin Zhiyuan.

"Who? Who just read the Bible? "Two people were pushing and giving way, and suddenly a group of priests ran next to them.

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