Ed and Hanward also shouted loudly and took away the adults who were re-operating in the operating room, making way for a space that was not very generous.

As anesthesia needles were pushed closer to the wound, the expressions of the four young wounded people lying on the stretcher finally became less painful.

However, Wei Yan and Sewing Machine did not rush to carry out rescue work. Instead, they just cut off the blood-stained clothes and examined the wounds silently.

"It's the dove ceremony," the sewing machine said firmly, "the provocative dove ceremony."

"These beasts should all be made into soap"

Wei Ran murmured in a cold tone. Of the four children who were sent to the operating room, almost all of their "gun skins" had been peeled off, and even the "gun heads" were incomplete. This would undoubtedly cause tremendous pain.

It will also bring lifelong psychological shadow.

"Now is not the time to curse"

Sewing Machine looked at Edelweiss, who had already left the operating room with an analgesic injection, and said while putting on new gloves, "Start as soon as possible, this time you..."

"I'll be more precise"

Wei Ran, who was also changing gloves, made a reassurance and started the operation cautiously.

Soon, a man in his 20s wearing a robe was brought into the operating room by Dalal. The girl skillfully used blood transfusion equipment to connect the blood of the man and the almost unconscious child on the operating table.

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As the dark red blood flowed into the child's body, Wei Ran was the first to breathe a sigh of relief, but he didn't care at all what the blood donor said in an angry tone. This operation was easy to say, but extremely difficult to say.

Disaster.

Soon after, a baby's cry was heard next door, followed by a flash of light and Rama's communication in Arabic.

There was no rest at all. The cradle and Edelweiss, who returned to the operating room almost at the same time, also joined in to help.

"There are 26 children in total"

Edelweiss stood opposite Wei Ran, speaking very fast while helping, "I asked a local nurse who can speak English to help.

These children disappeared last night and were found this morning in a bombed and abandoned school classroom. Two of them had bled to death when they were found."

After a pause, Edelweiss gritted her teeth and said, "They were all tied to the handrail of the stairs with wires, their mouths were gagged, and their eyes were blindfolded. According to the child who was in the best condition, they were kidnapped and taken there yesterday.

, and then someone hurt them and left."

"Who discovered them?" Wei Ran asked with suppressed anger, his back to Wei Ran's sewing machine.

"A child found theirs," said Edelweiss.

"Save people first," Wei Ran said in a hoarse voice.

For a while, the operating room became quiet.

Fortunately, except for the first few children whose condition was indeed serious, the subsequent conditions were somewhat better, which undoubtedly made the treatment much faster. But even so, these children had to endure a lot of pain.

As children were sent out one by one and children were brought in one after another, time also passed quickly.

But at this time, the only news about Beirut on the radio that was still working was that international troops were about to leave Beirut.

Finally, in their operating room and the other two hospital-owned operating rooms, which were almost continuously busy, 24 children were successfully treated.

But there was no way to calm down the anger in and outside the operating room.

Wei Ran, who came from a later generation who was involved in the situation but stayed out of it, knew clearly that this was a warm-up for the subsequent conflicts, and it was more likely just a prelude to the 200 kilogram bomb.

But no matter what, choosing to do something to a child, especially using such a cruel method, is actually too disgusting.

He is almost certain that there will be more such "pigeon rituals" before the 14th, and after the 14th, they will not stop, but will only become more and more unscrupulous.

The four of them were not given any time to rest, and other wounded people were brought in soon after. The people who had not taken in water or rice all day only had time to drink a pot of glucose-blended injections contributed by Wei Ran.

Liquid tap water to replenish the energy consumed.

Fortunately, it may be the calm before the storm, or it may be to make the international troops who have just left look better.

When the sun went down, the operating room they were responsible for finally got a chance to rest.

"what time is it?"

Wei Ran sat down against the outer wall of the operating room, lit a cigarette and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Seven thirty-one, much earlier than yesterday. It seems that the overall situation is indeed getting better."

The overly optimistic Edelweiss also leaned against the wall and sat down next to Wei Ran. She took out the wine bottle that Wei Ran had given her before from her pocket, unscrewed the lid and took a sip of the spicy golden millet wine. She grinned and shivered for a while.

, returned it to Wei Ran.

He took the flask and took a sip of the wine with the other person's body temperature, but Wei Ran handed the flask to Edelweiss again.

Seeing the other party looking at him with a puzzled expression, Wei Ran smiled and said, "This is your birthday gift. I promised you a new birthday in the morning."

Hearing this, Edelweiss was stunned for a moment, and her big eyes curved into crescent shapes. She happily took the wine bottle and said with a smile, "I like this gift!"

"It's rare that today can end early. Let's go back quickly to celebrate Edelweiss's birthday."

The cradle suggested, "I also have to think carefully about what gift to give you. Frankly speaking, if it hadn't been for the reminder from the veterinarian just now, I would have to go back to the garage to think of this."

"You go back first"

Wei Ran stood up unsteadily as he spoke, "Remember to take the radio back with you, I have to go out."

"What are you going to do?" the sewing machine asked subconsciously.

“Go out and get some air”

Wei Ran said, already taking off his surgical clothes and handing them to Ed, then he quickened his pace and ran out quickly without looking back.

However, in this dim corridor and sky, no one noticed that not only was there a homemade neck garrote hidden in his sleeve, but he also hid a sharp, blood-stained scalpel.

"I guess the angry Mr. Dongfeng is about to wake up."
Chapter completed!