1.37 Memory killing

In the small square at the head of the village, a group of rural women are chatting.

A woman spat in the direction of the village clinic not far away: "Cut, the doll of the Zhu family, isn't it just a poor man!" What's the big deal, my baby went to the city to do business, and the car he drove back last time was worth three million! ”

Other peasant women also chimed in: "Even so, I don't know why the old Zhu family is sending their children to school." ”

Zhu Changfu, 27, has just returned to his hometown and works at the village clinic.

And the defending peasant woman had a very loud voice, and Zhu Changfu, who was giving his father an infusion, could hear it clearly.

"Dad, I'm ......" Zhu Changfu frowned, after all, his mother died early, his father was seriously ill, and he had to listen to these mothers-in-law all day long.

The father just smiled kindly: "Changfu, don't go to your heart, these individuals didn't count on the medicine our family gave at the beginning?" When they are really sick, they will remember us. ”

"Uh-huh....."

"Our Zhu family, we have been medicine pickers for generations, you have been familiar with medicinal materials since you were a child, and now you have become a doctor, this is a matter of glory to the ancestors, those who have not seen it, don't take it to heart."

"Yes, Dad. I see, you can get some rest. ”

Zhu Changfu gently helped the old man to lie down.

He walked downstairs and looked at his dimly lit clinic.

It was originally a small village with dozens of households, and he was alone in the clinic, and the front desk was dim and damp, exuding the unpleasant smell of traditional Chinese medicine. And the medicine cabinet behind him has already been moldy and cracked, and it is miserable.

But he doesn't regret that, on the one hand, this is his hometown, and more importantly, he can accompany his father on his last journey.

But some things tend to happen inadvertently.

That night, the electricity in the village had been cut off, but the people did not rest, but uncharacteristically lit torches and gathered in the small square to make noise.

In the surrounding mountains, there were bursts of wolf howls.

The village chief stood on the cement platform and shouted, "Folks, be quiet, listen to the dog!" ”

The people gradually stopped arguing, and the woman named Dog Baby Fucking said resignedly, "This afternoon........ The dog baby and the green flower, and the iron pillar.... He said he was going to the cemetery to strengthen his courage........ I didn't let them go.... Or steal ....."

Zhu Changfu has already understood, the boy in the woman's arms is naturally a dog baby, and Cuihua and Tiezhu may have encountered something wrong.

In the mountains, there are wolves, and there are wild dogs that are usually not wanted by the people in the village, but if they can survive in the mountains, they will only be more terrible than wolves.

The sturdy men had already set off in one batch, and Zhu Changfu was arranged to the second batch, carrying torches and shovels and hoes up the mountain with five men.

In front of you is not so much a cemetery as a mass grave. In the middle of the old and new dirt bags, there was a large bloodstain.

The men were dumbfounded, only Zhu Changfu was used to seeing blood and kept his composure: "Come here." ”

As a doctor, he is much better than ordinary villagers in terms of observation ability and sensitivity to blood, but even so, when the group found their target, the scene in front of them still shocked them.

The two children, the male baby is called Tiezhu, who has long been out of human shape, and can only be judged from the clothes, while the female baby Cuihua, on her arms and legs, is covered with traces of being gnawed, and there are huge wounds on her abdomen and throat, and purple-black blood slowly flows out.

And the initiator of this incident has long since fled, leaving only such a bloody cave.

"Get out of the way!" Zhu Changfu pushed away the others like crazy, rushed forward and grabbed the girl's pulse.

"There is still salvation!" Zhu Changfu was overjoyed. "The girl in front of me lost a lot of blood and had to be treated in time.

Zhu Changfu shouted: "Who of you is type O blood? ”

"Doctor Zhu, what is even type of blood?" The men who were sorting out the wreckage of the iron pillar looked confused.

"I....... ! ”

Zhu Changfu rolled up his sleeves, pinpointed the blood vessels, and inserted the infusion needle.