Wei Ran looked at the ruins inside the door again, and said thoughtfully, "She said this house is full of memories, and she wanted to stay here for one more day. She also said..."

"What? What else did she say?" Mrs. Ferris said, grabbing Wei Ran's shoulders.

"She said the war will be over soon, and she hopes you can continue to live." Wei Ran continued to tell lies that would be verified soon.

Mrs. Ferris let go of her hands and leaned blankly against the cracked door frame, letting unstoppable tears flow from the corners of her eyes, her eyes just looking at the collapsed room.

Shaking his head secretly, Wei Ran stood up, took off his blood-stained white coat, shook it, put it on again, and walked further and further along the cracked corridor.

On the way back to the dentist's office, a radio truck with a loudspeaker was broadcasting Mustache's impassioned speech on a street full of ruins. The upright young soldier standing on the radio truck seemed to have been blinded by thick fog.

You can't see the ruins on the streets or the civilians in need of help at all.

Behind this loaded radio truck, some children about the same age as Mario were already carrying messenger bags and buckets of paste, putting up posters in various places on the street. But these children looked diligent, serious and even a little fanatical.

In Wei Ran's eyes, it seemed even more absurd.

Dodging those mad dog-like soldiers, Wei Ran returned to the clinic at the end of the alley under the cover of thick fog and ruins, only to find that several soldiers with submachine guns had surrounded the place. At the entrance of the clinic, Dr. Lodge and

Father Hans, who came back first, was arguing with them about something, and then he was forced to the wall with two submachine guns pressed against his chest.

It was only then that a lieutenant got off the motorcycle and said arrogantly, "We received a report that there is something hidden here..."

"What's hidden here?"

Before he finished speaking, Marco, his face wrapped in gauze, had already walked out of the clinic wearing the major uniform he had picked up.

With a sound of "Pa!", all the soldiers, including the lieutenant, saluted Marco in unison.

Marco responded solemnly to these soldiers who looked no older than him. Marco took the lieutenant's ID and looked at it. After returning it to the other party, he said slowly, "My unit was requisitioned three days ago.

To this clinic, Captain, what did you just say was hidden here? Deserters or Jews? Or Soviets?"

Being retorted by Marco, this young lieutenant who had obviously never been on the battlefield and most likely never even left the city of Berlin panicked and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"In other words, what kind of reports did you receive?" Marco continued to ask.

"We received a report that someone took a child and hid in this clinic this morning and never came out." The lieutenant straightened his body and replied, "We suspect..."

"Mario, come out."

Marco didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, and shouted without looking back. Then Mario, wearing a youth league uniform, walked out, glanced proudly at Father Hans standing in the corner, and stretched his arms towards the lieutenant.

He straightened his right arm and even took out a certificate issued by the Youth League from his pocket.

It wasn't until his brother received a gift in return that Marco said, "This is the child I brought over this morning. Do you think he is a Jew? Or do you think I am a deserter?"

"Major, this may be a misunderstanding." The lieutenant said quickly.

"It's best to be a misunderstanding," Marco said impatiently, covering his face with gauze, "Okay, leave as soon as possible. I have to receive treatment here for a few days, so don't come here these days."

After sending away the soldiers led by the young lieutenant, cold sweat broke out on Marco's forehead immediately. Father Hans, who had been forced into the corner by the gun, rarely looked at Mario more favorably and said with a smile, "This little idiot

The thing is still somewhat useful, but Marco, who taught you to do this?"

"It was her," Marco pointed to the nurse who was removing the gauze on his head, and said with a happy face, "She came up with the idea. Fortunately, I have acted in plays before, and fortunately Mario secretly brought his uniform."

"In that case, why don't you two brothers continue acting?" Wei Ran, who had been hiding in the corner just now, came over and joked, "Maybe you can help this clinic avoid a lot of trouble."

"That's a good idea." Father Hans's eyes lit up, and after he signaled the nurse to take Mario away, he said, "That little idiot must be willing to do this kind of thing. Rocky, what do you think?"

"I don't know anything, I'm just a doctor." Dr. Rocky said in a puff of smoke, making it clear that he was passing the blame.
Chapter completed!