In the ward.

The air seems to be frozen.

Bai Latte accompanied Dr. Xiaoyu to see the deceased.

The oil lamp illuminates the face of the dead... This is a young guard, who hurts his heart while fighting against the lunatics who invade the town.

"But it's obviously saved..."

Dr. Xiaoyu's throat was whispering.

Although the patient's face was already stiff, it was difficult for her to accept this fact!

There is frustration in my heart and self-blame.

Before I knew it, tears flowed through my cheeks.

Her mind was in a mess. She recalled the pulse she had taken, the wound she had sewn, and the medicine she had prescribed... She really couldn't understand, how could this injured person die?

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door.

But he was the director of the medical department, who walked in with an oil lamp and a dress.

He sighed, leaned forward, and investigated the wounded slightly.

"It's true that there's something wrong with the heart."

He is also a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. In the wasteland, medical skills are not well developed. It can be vaguely seen that this patient has a heart problem.

The medical director thought for a moment.

"Send it to the morgue first.

"Life and death are destined, don't blame yourself too much.

"It is the matter of troublesomeness that saving a few more people is the serious principle."

The director patted Dr. Xiaoyu on the shoulder and turned around and left.

In the dark room, the white latte stood in the corner, waiting for Dr. Xiaoyu.

He heard Dr. Xiaoyu sobbing softly.

He is not a doctor, he is not familiar with the injured person, and at this moment he feels a little sad about the death of the rabbit, but it is difficult to understand Dr. Xiaoyu's mood.

Sudden……

He heard a rustling sound.

It turned out that there were two beds in the ward, and the patients on the other bed were trembling in the quilt at this time, making rustling sounds.

The white latte walked forward with an oil lamp.

"Why are you trembling?"

The quilt suddenly opened!

Under the dim light, the old face full of pleated ones appeared!

"Nonsense... People are dead next to your bed... you... don't tremble...

"Get out...get out, fuck you..."

Her voice was not loud, she was trembling, and she was weak.

Tears were flowing on her face and snot. Her face was dirty and distorted. It was really creepy under the dim light!

It turns out that the deceased and Grandma Zhang had the same room?

I don't bother to say more about white latte.

...

The morgue is located underground in the Ministry of Medicine.

Once a parking lot, it has now been converted into a morgue.

The stairs leading to the morgue are dark, narrow and steep.

"Be careful."

The oil lamp illuminated the road under his feet, and Dr. Bai Latte and Xiaoyu were careful and slowly lifted the body down.

When you get close to the morgue, the first thing you smell is the damp stench!

Bai Latte didn't know where the stench came from...or he didn't want to think about it... tried to hold his breath and carry the body in.

Find a place and put down the body.

Bai Latte suddenly felt incongruity in his heart.

How could a tough aunt like Grandma Zhang be so scared to such a virtue?

Did the deceased really die from injury?

Could it be that he died of a life-threatening death?

Is Grandma Zhang really scared to that point because she was dead?

Or...what did she see?

Bai Latte subconsciously touched the revolver on his waist.

...

Another day is setting sun.

The glow is as bright as fire, shining into the windowsill and on the floor of the dormitory.

The white latte crawled out of the hole and sat on the floor.

"It's really difficult to practice marksmanship."

His arms were sour and his eyes were sour.

Today I used the scarecrow I tied myself to practice my marksmanship all day.

In the morning, I could already hit the scarecrow's hands and legs.

At noon, I could already hit the scarecrow's chest and abdomen.

In the afternoon, I could already hit the scarecrow's neck and forehead.

But, it's just "can hit it".

After aiming, some bullets can hit... and some bullets cannot hit...

It is still a little far away from "when you point within twenty meters".

Bai Latte was not depressed, he had already been mentally prepared. There was no sharpshooter in the entire guard brigade. This means that this profession must be very difficult. Without some time, I am afraid that it will not be able to be tempered.

There was an unexpected surprise...

Bai Latte held the revolver in his hand, feeling more and more close and more familiar.

Familiar with its trigger, familiar with its hammer.

Familiar with its cold and hard grips, and familiar with the sound of its firing.

I feel more and more that this gun seems to have become a part of my body?

"Is it useful to be so familiar?"

White latte frowned.

He gently used his fingers and moved his revolver several times in his palm like acrobatics.

“Anyway…it’s definitely not a bad thing.

"Go to sleep for a while, then go to work."

...

At night, the clouds in the sky obscured the stars and the moon.

White latte was injured while sitting in a pony stool, and the decoction work was coming to an end.

Most doctors and nurses also get off work, and the medical department only has the occasional footsteps left.

White Latte plays with the revolver in his hand, touches the rotor, touches the barrel, and touches the hammer.

Sometimes, weigh its weight with your hands and find its center of gravity.

He became more and more familiar with this gun when he fired countless bullets.

The footsteps sounded, but Dr. Xiaoyu walked over with an oil lamp.

"I think there is something wrong with that person's death!"

Dr. Xiaoyu said gritting her teeth.

"I thought about it carefully. There was no problem with the medicine I prescribed, the wound I sewed, and the pulse I took.

“He has been rescued!
To be continued...