The wounded obviously could not accept such a fact and were begging hard.

"Doctor, please, don't amputate, I beg you."

"Doctor, I have a seventy-year-old mother, a three-year-old baby, and a one who is just over a month old. After fighting the Japanese, I have to sell hard work to support them!"

"You cut my foot, what else can I use to support them?"

"Doctor, please give me a shot of a hundred strokes and breaths. I really can't live without feet, really can't!"

The doctor standing next to him kept silent, just staring at the wounded quietly. When the wounded's mood stabilized, he picked up the saw again, and then gritted his teeth and saw it down.

The next moment, the wounded started to wail!

The wounded wailed and struggled hard!

Several Min Zhuang beside him cried silently while holding down the wounded.

Zhong Yi looked at him with pity and turned his head and asked, "Is there no anesthetic?"

The accompanying Military Chief Yu Da shook his head sadly: "Saturday, there was no anesthetic a week ago."

After a pause, Yu Da said again: "Before the war, our military supplies department had reserved a lot of medicines, but for the huge group of wounded people after the war, it was still just a drop in the bucket."

Zhong Yi was silent when he heard this. Although he was a time traveler, he could not solve this problem.

Because in this era, all medicines are ridiculously expensive, quinine and anesthetics are expensive, and the Bailangduo breathing injection that the wounded just now begged for was even more ridiculously expensive!

Before the Japanese soldiers came to the city, Zhong Yi had already reserved medicines as much as possible, but as Yu Da said, these medicines were simply a drop in the bucket for thousands of wounded people every day.

As early as a week ago, the medicines were basically used up.

Up to now, even amputation can only be performed without anesthetics.

Through the window, Zhong Yi silently watched the wounded faint in pain and woke up again, fainted and woke up again, until he entered a severe coma, and finally did not wake up again.

Then Zhong Yi saw that after the doctor had amputated the injured, he walked out of the operating room alone and squatted down to an uninhabited corner.

The doctor took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket with trembling hands, trying to smoke a cigarette and calm down.

But the next moment, he threw away the cigarette box, hugged his head with both hands. Under the dim light, he could clearly see that his shoulders were twitching violently. A doctor who was used to seeing bloody scenes was now like a helpless child, hiding in a corner of no one, sobbing silently.

It is completely unimaginable what kind of psychological pressure this doctor has suffered?

It is completely unimaginable what kind of torture he is suffering in his heart?

Zhong Yi said that his heart was as hard as iron, and he was also a little moved at this moment.

However, what moved Zhong Yi was that after only less than ten seconds, just as Zhong Yi was about to come forward to comfort him, the doctor took off his glasses and reached out to wipe his tears, and then returned to the operating room.

"Next!" When the doctor shouted, he had completely calmed down.

Zhong Yi suddenly felt a little reluctant. This doctor was not cold by nature. On the contrary, he had a rich inner emotions, but the cruel environment forced him to become a cold doctor! Because there were too many wounded people waiting for him to amputate. If they did not amputate, these wounded people would die of death due to wound infection.

It is a luxury for him to expose his emotions!

In the end, Zhong Yi did not bother the doctor.

Not long after walking forward, Zhong Yi and his party walked into a large room.

There are many stretchers in this room, and there are wounded soldiers of the National Army lying on the stretcher. However, all the wounded soldiers have been covered with white cloth and they have become bodies!

This is the morgue where the remains are parked!

Not long after Zhong Yi and his party walked into the morgue, the door on the other side suddenly opened.

Then, the two civilians walked in with a stretcher. The two civilians didn't want to stay here for more time. They put down the stretcher and left. However, a young female nurse who came in with the stretcher did not leave immediately. Instead, they squatted down next to the stretcher and pressed her face tightly against the wounded man's face on the stretcher.

The female nurse's attention was all on the wounded on the stretcher, and she did not find Zhong Yi and his party.

What made Zhong Yi and the others sad was that the wounded on the stretcher was actually a young soldier, at most fifteen or sixteen years old, and he had not yet died of energy at this moment and was still very clear-headed.

"Sister, I'm afraid, I'm so scared!"

"Sister, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die!"

"Sister, I miss my mother, I want to go home, wuwu, I want to go home..."

At such moments, any words or comfort are pale and redundant. The only thing the female nurse can do is to use her pretty face to press her cheek tightly against the soldier's cheek.

"Sister, I'm really scared, I'm afraid."

"Sister, I really don't want to die, I want to live."

"I haven't married yet."

"Mom, mom..."

"I want to go home..."

"Mother……"

The soldier's voice gradually became lighter until he could no longer hear it.

Only on the childish face, the pair of big dark eyes were still wide open, but the eyes were no longer as angry as before and became empty.

The female nurse's shoulders began to thrust violently.

Tears also slid down the female nurse's cheeks like a flood that broke through the dam.

However, the female nurse still controlled herself to not cry because this was a hospital, and the last thing the wounded wanted to hear was crying.

Seeing this scene, Zhong Yi suddenly turned his eyes away.

Because he was worried that if he didn't turn his eyes away, tears that were already full of his eyes would burst out! He didn't want anyone to cry when he saw him!

Zhu Liangcheng and Zhang Shiliangda behind Zhong Yi did not look away.

The tears in Zhu Liangcheng's eyes turned a few times, and finally they quietly slid down his cheeks. Zhang Shiliang even bit his lower lip with his teeth, controlling himself from crying!

After a long time, Zhong Yi finally turned around.

At this time, Zhong Yi's mood had returned to stability, and the female nurse had disappeared just now.

Like the doctor just now, this female nurse didn’t have much time to mourn, because there were more wounded people waiting for her to treat! Every second of her was precious!

Zhong Yi said in a deep voice: "Old Zhu, let's go back!"

After saying that, Zhong Yi turned around and walked out of the hospital.

Zhu Liangcheng followed up with two steps and said, "Zi Ren, you have also seen the situation in the hospital, so our prediction of troops before was probably not very accurate! We probably only have 150,000 people, not 200,000 people!"

"I know!" Zhong Yi said, "Don't worry, Lao Zhu, I will think of a solution!"
Chapter completed!