Hanward then each pushed in a wounded man.

“Another landmine”

Edelweiss made an accurate judgment after just one glance. While busy preparing for the operation, she complained, "How many landmines have those bastards planted around Beirut?"

"I heard a lot has been cleaned up."

It was Rama, the little translator from 11, who took over the topic, "Since the ceasefire, the vast majority of the wounded who have been sent over in the past two days are demining engineers."

"It's only fair that those who laid mines should be allowed to clear the mines," the cradle next door said angrily while giving an anesthesia needle to the wounded who were also injured by the mines.

"If war were fair, there would be no need to fight."

Wei Ran had already put on rubber gloves as he spoke, picked up the surgical instruments that had been steamed and sterilized last night and said.

"We are just doctors," Sewing Machine said, but his tone was filled with resentment and helplessness.

The chatter stopped around the incisions made by the sanitary ignition machine and the sewing machine in no particular order, and the only sound left in the operating room was the slightly noisy French broadcast from the radio.

"Rama, help change the music channel on the radio."

Just as Wei Ran began to sew up the broken wound, Sewing Machine spoke again, "I can't help but be distracted and listen to what is said in the news."

"Does chatting distract you?" Wei Ran, who was not affected at all and was even alert at all times outside the operating room, asked preoccupiedly.

"Of course not, what do you want to talk about?"

The sewing machine replied that his speed was much slower than that of Wei Ran, but the wound treatment was also much more meticulous and neat - just like his nickname.

Because of this, Wei Ran had already discovered last night that unless the situation was really urgent, lightly injured patients, children, girls and pregnant women were all sent to the operating table in charge of Sewing Machine and his wife.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In other words, what can be sent to his operating table are basically "urgent jobs" and "heavy jobs" with higher mortality rates.

Looking up at the silent Edelweiss opposite, Wei Ran asked, "What did you do before you met the cradle?"

"Pediatrician"

The sewing machine replied, "After get off work, I also work as a butcher in my father's shop, killing sheep, cattle or chickens. I started this job when I was 12 years old."

"I also know a butcher"

Wei Ran smiled and said, "She is French and has very good skills in killing sheep and castrating them."

"Your girlfriend? I noticed you used her."

Cradle asked curiously. This time, even Edelweiss opposite looked up at Wei Ran. Sure enough, gossip is human nature, regardless of age, nationality or skin color.

"No," Wei Ran replied with a smile, "She is half my boss and half my friend."

“Doing business with friends is not a good thing”

Sewing Machine said, "My father was supposed to accept the barbecue restaurant left by my grandfather with his good friends, but my father's friend was deceived by his good friends into joining the Moss War."

"Then what?" Wei Ran asked with interest.

"Then my poor father was captured by the Chinese, but unexpectedly spent a very happy time in the prisoner-of-war camp. He even learned a unique bread-making technique from the Chinese."

"Where are his friends?" Edelweiss, who was originally a little depressed, couldn't help but ask.

"He didn't join the army at all."

Sewing Machine said, "He was my grandfather's apprentice, and he just wanted my father to die on the battlefield so that he could take over the restaurant run by my grandfather.

Later, my grandfather learned the truth from the letters my father sent home from the prison camp, and he fired my father's friends."

After telling the story of his father's generation in a few words, Sewing Machine took the initiative to change the topic to his son, "I'm not interested in running a restaurant, I want to be the great doctor in my father's story.

But I think my son Yashar will definitely be interested in inheriting the restaurant. Since the cradle helped me give birth to Yashar, my father no longer cares about our life or death."

"He still cares"

Cradle corrected, "Why else would there be so many blue eyes in every package sent to us?"

"hope so"

Sewing Machine shrugged nonchalantly, "Anyway, I won't go back and inherit the restaurant. I hate the smell in the kitchen. I prefer the smell and atmosphere in the operating room."

"Danglang"

Before he could finish his words, Wei Ran had already dropped the scalpel and started suturing.

"Hey? Have you taken care of the wound?" After the sewing machine finished speaking, he didn't forget to peek through the curtain to look at Wei Ran.

"While you are telling the story," Wei Ran said as he began to sew.

"Actually, I've wanted to ask for a long time, how come your processing speed is so fast?"

The sewing machine couldn't help but ask, "What did you do before?"

"Before"

Wei Ran smiled and replied while continuing to suture the blood vessels, "I used to be a medic."

"Medicine? Which army?" Edelweiss joined the conversation and asked.

"The people in the Seabee Camp and the Engineer Corps in the United States are a bunch of scum and animals." Wei Ran couldn't help but muttered, but he couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face covered by a mask.

"No wonder your nickname is Vet" Cradle accurately found the origin of Weiran's nickname.

Before anyone could continue this topic, the door of the operating room was pushed open by Dalal, and immediately after, the girl said something with a trembling voice.

"What's wrong?" Edelweiss asked Rama.

"There is a Falangist..."

Before Rama finished speaking, a soldier holding an AK violently pushed open the wooden door, knocking Dalal, who was guarding the door, to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, two more Falangist soldiers came in, each grabbing Ed and Hanward by their neck collars and pointing their pistols at the back of their heads.

Immediately afterwards, a stretcher was pushed in. On the stretcher, there was also a man wearing a uniform and a huge ring on his hand. There was also a gunshot wound on the man's shoulder.

"Save the major, or you will all die."

Before he finished speaking, the first person to come in had already walked to the operating table where Wei Ran and Edelweiss were in charge, reaching out to push away the injured person who was suturing the wound of Wei Ran.

However, before he could exert any force, Wei Ran had already picked up a scalpel and placed it against the tiger's mouth of his hand.

His sudden movement also immediately made the two soldiers following him nervous.

"I can make a cut on your thumb and sew your thumb into your asshole."

Wei Ran said calmly in English, "We will save people, but you have to get out, especially don't threaten my assistant.

Also, this is the operating room in charge of Médecins Sans Frontières. If you want us to save the people on the stretcher, then put down your weapons and wait outside."

"Are you threatening me?" the Falangist member asked, suppressing the trembling in his voice as the scalpel was pressed against his neck.

"This is not a threat. This is MSF's operating room and is open to anyone who is injured, provided we are not threatened and no one enters here with a gun. This is the rule of the game."

As Wei Ran spoke, he simply put down the scalpel, "It's your turn. If you want to shoot, do it as soon as possible. One last thing to remind you, Mr. Major's wound is very close to the lung cavity. If you continue to delay, sooner or later he will be killed by yourself."

drowned in blood."

"Save him first"

"no problem"

Wei Ran said happily, "Put down your weapons, let go of our people, and then leave the operating room and wait. Your bodies are not clean, and his wounds will be infected if you are around."

"May I have your name?"

"You can ask me what size my underwear is." Wei Ran picked up the needle holder again as he spoke, "I have plenty of time to waste."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After hearing this, the Falange member finally waved his hand, and the two subordinates behind him also let go of Ed and Hanward.

"Put down your weapons, go out and wait," Wei Ran continued, "This is our rule."

"You can guarantee to save..."

"No one can guarantee that, not even the omnipotent God can make such a guarantee."

Wei Ran didn't care at all about the gun pointed at him, and said in an extremely confident tone, "I can only guarantee that I am the most skilled person in this hospital, and I can guarantee that if you delay any longer, your boss will have no choice but to die.

."

"Go out, I trust this gentleman."

The major, who was lying on the stretcher, finally endured the pain and spoke - he used Hebrew that made Wei Ran particularly concerned.

After hearing this, the Falangist member finally exited the operating room with his weapons and his men.

"Can you continue sewing?" Wei Ran asked the frightened Edelweiss.

Hearing this, the latter shivered, and then nodded hurriedly.

"Let me help you"

As the cradle said, he had already taken off his gloves and walked over. At the same time, he asked Wei Ran, "Can you do it yourself?"

"no problem"

Wei Ran also took off his gloves, but then he took out the wine bottle from the pocket of his jeans that could not be stored in the metal book, unscrewed it, took a sip, and then handed it to Edelweiss.

The latter was stunned for a moment, then took off his gloves and pulled off his mask, took the flask and took a sip of the spicy wine - it contained golden millet wine.
To be continued...