Batches of soldiers were sent to the front, and batches of wounded were transported to the rear. Qing Huan had nothing else to do, and followed the school all day to take care of the wounded.

The body was stained with a strong smell of blood, and no matter how much you washed it, it couldn't be washed off. She's always there when someone dies...

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