Hearing this, Rama didn't say anything, but simply turned around, walked up to the mother and son, firmly raised the orange Polaroid, and pressed the shutter towards them.

The corridor, which was originally only swaying with the beam of the flashlight, was illuminated by a flash for a moment. The wounded and those who brought the wounded were also quiet for a moment. They seemed to understand what the flash meant.

In the dim light of the candle lamp, Rama, who was wearing a huge steel helmet on his head, spoke in trembling Arabic that Wei Ran could not understand and did not want to understand at this time, while taking out a cigarette from his trouser pocket.

A marker pen wrote three lines of ancient text on the back of the Polaroid photo that had not yet been fully developed.

When this photo was handed over to the young mother, the dark and bloody corridor was filled with cries of sadness and despair.

"This also requires a blood test and hemostasis."

In the corridor, Wei Ran pointed to another seriously injured person he picked out and said in French. Behind him, the strong Rama also immediately translated.

It only took five minutes to pick out all the seriously injured patients who needed blood tests and blood transfusions. Wei Ran took the only two remaining hemostatic forceps and returned to the operating room where the gas lamps were lit and treatment was being carried out. He allowed Edelweiss to help him change into

I also put on surgical gowns and new rubber gloves.

"The anesthesia has been completed," Edelweiss reminded, "don't you need to wash your hands?"

"Resuscitate him first and then talk about it." Before Wei Ran could finish his words, he had already walked to the simple operating table.

As the adults and children around the two operating tables were busy, one injured person was sent out and brought in one after another. Some survived by luck, some were still alive and dead, and some died on the operating table.

Wei Ran didn't know how much time had passed, and he didn't know how many people had been saved or not.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But my feet are sore and numb for a long time, and the radio program that has changed three times on the radio is suggesting that the number of wounded they have treated seems to have long exceeded that before Wei Ran

The number of wounded was hurriedly counted in the corridor.

"You want to go to the bathroom?"

While Wei Ran was busy sewing up a young woman's abdominal cavity, he asked Edelweiss opposite Edelweiss, who seemed a little unsteady, without raising his head.

"I..."

"Go ahead"

Wei Ran continued to say without raising his head, "By the way, let's take a look at how many wounded people are outside."

Gritting her teeth, Edelweiss finally ran quickly into the bathroom that came with the operating room. Not long after, she ran out of the operating room to take a look.

By the time she washed her hands again, changed into her surgical gown and was standing next to the operating table, Wei Ran had already completed the bandaging work and was now calling Dalal to push the rescued woman out.

"There are many wounded outside," Edelweiss said. "Besides, it's daylight."

"What time is it now?" asked the sewing machine next door.

"Ten twenty-two in the morning," Edelweiss answered.

"There is a problem"

Wei Ran said as he walked to the bathroom, "First of all, have the hot air balloons been here? Secondly, where did these wounded people come from?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already entered the bathroom. At the same time, Rama was also asking something in Arabic to Hanwad, who had just pushed the wounded man in.

When Wei Ran came out refreshed and took the cold coffee from Rama, the little girl whose eyelids were twitching immediately said, "I just asked Hanwad, he has been

Staring in the direction of the garage, Mr. Hot Air Balloon has not appeared."

After a pause, Rama yawned and said, "In addition, Hanward asked the people who brought the wounded here that someone tried to leave the encircled area last night, and a firefight broke out."

"In which direction?" Wei Yan put down the coffee cup and asked while putting on his gloves again.

"North of the hospital" Rama replied immediately.

Hearing this, Wei Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not the direction he "spawned monsters" from last night.

"Sir, is there anything else you want to know?" Rama asked as he picked up the thermos and refilled the cup with coffee.

"No," Wei Ran put on his mask and replied, "Thank you for your hard work, our little translator. If you feel sleepy, just take a nap."

"I'm not sleepy yet," Rama said, but couldn't help but yawned again.

"The anesthesia is taking effect," Edelweiss reminded, while also handing over a scalpel.

"Okay." Wei Ran took a deep breath, reached out and took the scalpel and continued the different bloody work.

At this point, Wei Ran was too lazy to count how many surgeries he had completed. Not only him, but also Edelweiss opposite had given up on meaningless counting.

"We are running out of surgical instruments."

Cradle opened his mouth and made arrangements, "Rama, can Ed and Hanward send over the oil stove and cooking tray for disinfection?"

"no problem"

Rama, who was almost too sleepy to open his eyes, responded, cleared his hoarse voice and said hello in Arabic. At the same time, he also picked up the thermos bottle and walked towards the wooden door of the operating room, handing it to the man who was about to go out to find someone.

Dalal.

Not long after, as the two operations were completed, Ed and Hanward also used a medical trolley to push the sterilization instruments over, and skillfully began the sterilization operation in the corridor outside the operating room door.

The brothers also brought a refilled thermos of coffee and several bumpy aluminum lunch boxes.

"An operation can still be performed"

The sewing machine said, "You guys go to eat and rest while I'm left..."

"I'll do it," Wei Ran said mockingly, "Your speed is too slow."

Before he finished speaking, Dalal also asked something at the door.

"New wounded soldiers have arrived," Rama immediately translated, "Do you need to push them in?"

"Push one in," Wei Ran said, "You guys go to eat quickly."

Hearing this, Sewing Machine and Cradle looked at each other, but they did not refuse Wei Ran's kindness.

"You go too," Wei Ran said to Edelweiss, who was standing opposite.

"I still..."

Before Edelweiss finished speaking, the wounded had been brought in, this time a Falange member.

Of course Wei Ran was definitely a member of the Falange Party, he had just met him yesterday.

"Grandpa! Help me!"

Just as Wei Ran looked over, the Falange member also called out Wei Ran's "name" enthusiastically. The rest of the people in the operating room couldn't help but began to rejoice - fortunately they hadn't had time to take off their masks, otherwise

They had to let the wounded man see the smile that they couldn't help but smile.

"How did you get hurt?"

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already greeted the two soldiers carrying guns who were pushing the stretcher in and pushed him under the gas lamp, "Friends, you know the rules."

"Get out"

This time, the Falangist member waved his hand to his subordinates very clearly, and before they could get out, he grinned and explained, "I stepped on a butterfly mine."

"How about your guys send some gasoline?"

Wei Ran asked casually while inspecting the wound on the opponent's foot, "We are low on fuel. Without oil, the gas lamp cannot be lit."

"Are you negotiating terms with me?" the grandson asked, as if he was about to fall out.

"Just a request between friends"

Wei Ran seemed not to notice the pistol on the opponent's waist, "If you can't get it, forget it."

"friend?"

"We are Doctors Without Borders"

Wei Ran injected anesthetic around the other party's wound while reconstructing the other party's cognition without leaving any trace, "We are not 8 Lestan people, we are not fence people, or even Jutai people, as long as you don't bring guns and contaminate people,

Our operating room, why can’t we be friends?”

Having said this, Wei Ran looked at the other party while waiting for the anesthetic to take effect, and said with a smile, "Believe me, it won't do you any harm to make a few doctor friends."

“You’re right”

After the grandson finished speaking, he changed into Arabic and said hello. Suddenly, a militant who had just left pushed open the wooden door of the operating room and walked in again.

"Don't let him come any closer"

Wei Ran said before his grandson could speak, "Unless you want your wound to get infected."

Hearing this, the grandson of the Falange immediately stopped his men who were continuing to move forward, and said something faster.

"He will send some fuel later," said the grandson who was half lying on the operating table.

"Thank you, friend, and make sure not to move this foot next."

"Are my legs useless?" The grandson, who was particularly arrogant yesterday, was inevitably a little uneasy at this time.

"You're lucky, you only blew off your big toe and second toe."

As Wei Ran spoke, he quickly picked up the saline solution and started washing the wound like a tattered rag, "I can't re-sew two of your toes, but as long as you wear boots, no one will notice this little flaw."

Hearing this, the grandson who was half lying on the hospital bed immediately breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Are you the only one to perform the surgery on me?"

"If there is a nurse next to me to help, it only means that your injury is very serious." Wei Ran said matter-of-factly, "You don't want this, right?"

"All right"
To be continued...