Strictly speaking, Han Qiuyun didn't hang the color, but a piece of skin was scratched on his forehead, and he didn't need to be stitched, just apply some alcohol or gentian purple potion. What caused her to sleep so often and babble so often was an arm—not the arm of the water serpent she had seen in the mulberry groves of the Old River Bay. The arm of the water snake's waist rolled like a bamboo shoot on the cripple's back, and the white flesh was filled with a strange power.

After several years of rubbing, in Han Qiuyun's eyes, the rolling arm of the water snake's waist has gradually faded some of the filthy air, and it has actually given birth to some vigorous charm, and every soothing rolling and drunken convulsions are like wild dances, which can make people have some thoughts of turning flowers and waves from their hearts. Whenever he saw that arm from his memory again, Han Qiuyun would feel in horror that there was a burning blood in his body, burning his ears and heartbeat, and burning his legs weak, as if something was about to spray out from his heart. Of course, when entering such a situation, Han Qiuyun is not sober again, and when he is sober, he still has to blush, he still has to panic, and he still has to scold himself for being shameless.

Awakeness doesn't last long, because soon after being awake she will see her other arm, which will put her back into a state of unconsciousness.

What kind of arm is that? That arm was cut off from Yuan Guihua's right shoulder by the shell skin of the Japanese devil, and was blown up by gunpowder, and after rolling in the air for more than a dozen times, it turned a corner and smashed into Han Qiuyun's arms impartially. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the shrunken flesh and the bone stubble poking out of the flesh. Before she could scream, she was struck by an even more terrifying fact - the hand of death that had left Yuan Guihua's shoulder seemed to have the last trace of strength, and the five bloody fingers suddenly closed in an instant, tightly choking Han Qiuyun's neck, and she only had time to scream bitterly before she fell unconscious......

Later, it was the one-eyed regiment commander named Shi Yunbiao who came up with the troops and saved the field women's service team with punches and kicks.

On the way to the ambulance, Han Qiuyun had a brief lucidity, at that time her first reaction was to scream, and desperately threw out, grabbing what to throw, in fact, she was shaking the arm in her arms, until later she knew that the arm in her arms was no longer Yuan Guihua's arm but the doctor's arm, the arm of George Feng, a doctor who returned from Canada in order to resist the war, but she still threw it out desperately and unrelentingly. She didn't know what Canada was, she didn't know what George Feng was, she was just a terrifying arm.

Arms, arms! That arm will be with her for the rest of her life, and she will never be able to shake it off again in this life.