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Wen Lan was the female protagonist of < You are Close at hand >. Because the script had to conform to the public's aesthetic standards, it changed the story's original line. The original Wen Lan was changed to twenty years old, the same age as a flower.

This was how Fang Rui told this story.

Wen Lan got married too early, and their family was very poor when she was young, so their parents married Wen Lan to a rich boss as if it was a dowry. At that time, Wen Lan was only very young, not much more than ten years old.

Wen Lan was very lucky, and it was just as she said. That so called rich boss was different from the usual rich boss, who everyone thought was. He was very dependable and hardworking, and Wen Lan watched him slowly make small businesses into large companies.

If there was a word to describe their relationship, Wen Lan felt that they were extremely respectful towards each other.

Wen Lan thought about it and felt that something wasn't right. Respecting him like this was a one-sided affair. She respected her husband a lot, but she just admired him because he was powerful and capable.

Wen Lan also didn't know what love is, she had thought that this admiration was a relationship that should exist between husband and wife.

She was too ignorant. Even at her thirties, she still didn't know anything.

Therefore, when the volunteer application was approved, Wen Lan agreed without hesitation. She always felt that her life shouldn't be like this.

Wen Lan wanted to find the value of her life, but she was born with a personality that she did not know the meaning of being born with.

She had to pay a painful price. As a mother and wife, the ones she had to abandon were her most important people.

But she still went, alone and unstoppable.

When Wen Lan arrived at the Sri Lanka in the UN helicopter, the city was in the most severe state of destruction, surrounded by government engineers using lightning detectors to clear the mines, the entire city was covered with houses that couldn't be seen anymore, the walls were densely filled with bullet holes, rubble was scattered all over the place, the clock tower and water pagoda were lying in the middle of the road, the empty streets were filled with blood and dust, the red and yellow chaotic world, other than the government soldiers, there were only skinny wild dogs and wild eagles flying around.

On the very first day that Wen Lan arrived in Sri Lanka, she encountered such a scene. She was sad, she was angry, thousands of emotions she had never felt before were churning in her heart. That was the first time she had these feelings.

She was trying to figure out the meaning of being born, and the value of her life.

After following the team to the war-stricken area, they got off the armoured vehicle. The mud puddles under their feet were covered in blood, like blood roses in the night. It was so thrilling, so heart-wrenching.

After passing through the long and crowded staircase, they saw white canvas all around them. Under the canvas were some of the less seriously injured people. Since the underground air-raid shelter was full, some of the injured people who had recovered well would be moved outside.

When Wen Lan walked down the stairs to the dugout, she was already trying to restrain her tears. All of this was too cruel for a child who had grown up in a peaceful age.

Wen Lan had always felt that she had suffered greatly when she was young, that she had never eaten anything good, that every year she would wear clothes that allowed her to have no chance to study. She could only follow her father and help out at the clinic in the village, thus she learned a bit of medical knowledge from primary school and went to take the doctor's certificate when she had nothing better to do.

Wen Lan felt that all of this was predestined to happen.

The moment she stepped into the dugout, she felt that the hardships she had suffered before were not hardships, but honey.

Team one only had a dozen or so people. Although they were all talented people from various countries, in this kind of place, quantity was more important than quality …

Wen Lan never thought that life and death could be described as endless.

How terrifying it was. Every day, there would be a steady stream of people being treated, and similarly, there would be endless amounts of injuries being delivered. Another steady stream of people died on the battlefield, while another steady stream of people returned to the battlefield.

Wen Lan stayed in the dugout for three days, and finally couldn't take it anymore.

Everything here was too depressing. There were already a dozen or so people in the group who requested to return to their own country from their superiors. Wen Lan was also in this dark swamp that never had the light of day.

Life and death was the most important thing in life, so Wen Lan had thought that she would be numb to it if she saw too much. It didn't work.

Wen Lan, who had absorbed too much oppression and felt like this, could already be considered to be uncertain about the day.

There was no daylight or night in the dugout. All was illuminated by the dusty incandescent lights. Day after day, more and more people were wounded.

From the day they arrived, there were only fifteen people left in the group of eighteen.

They were all overestimating their ability to bear death. The volunteers who worked here were not afraid of death. Even if the bombs exploded around them, they would no longer scream hysterically. However, they were afraid of feeling. Each of them felt death more clearly and more thoroughly. Death was torn apart in front of them, pulled out the most terrible and cruel thing, and placed it under a magnifying glass for them to feel.

Every day.

Wen Lan thought that she wouldn't be able to hold on everyday, but in the end, she still persevered.

Until the plague broke out.

In the second month after the rescue team arrived, an unprecedented plague spread through the entire city, spreading even to the rebel army. A large portion of them had not been able to escape.

At that time, the war and the gunfire were not as intense for the time being. However, the people's wails and despair only grew more and more.

Wen Lan also crumbled, the thought that she had been wanting to give up finally came to mind … …

She wrote her application late one night, wanting to get out of here and go home.

Every day she watched those people die and die. There was not a single night when she did not miss her daughter.

She put the application report in a white envelope, folded and signed by herself on a piece of paper, and tucked it under her pillow, ready to go to bed.

That night, a new patient was brought in, a family of three Chinese, and only one of the antiseptic medicines in the dugout remained.

His mother, along with her two sons and a white-haired mother, had started to rot from the blood stains on their faces. They seemed to have been infected for a long time, and although their sons were about the same age, they were still in their twenties.

The other volunteers were all at the headquarters to research new potions, more efficient and effective ones. Only Wen Lan was not a volunteer from a professional academy, so she couldn't help with this kind of research project.

After checking, the two teenagers had moderate infections. There were signs of decay on the back of their hands and arms. As long as they injected the injection as soon as possible, they could be cured.

However, this illness could not be delayed. Their Mu Qing was already heavily infected and could not be saved.

The most serious problem they faced that night was that there was only one injection left.

The rest, on the way, would take about three days to get here.

The plague was too fast for them to last three days.

After three analyses, Wen Lan gave a suggestion to the mother. Her brother's infection was more serious, and after checking, she found that her body was weaker. From a doctor's perspective, it was more likely that her brother would recover.

Wen Lan took the syringe and walked over to his brother's side. That boy was tall and thin, and even though he was suffering from an illness, his eyes were still shiny black. He looked at Wen Lan and smiled: "Sister, you've worked hard."

Wen Lan was moved by his smile. She gave him a smile as well, but her face was a little stiff.

She remembered that she hadn't smiled in a long time, so she wasn't used to smiling like this.

"Afraid of pain?"

"Not afraid."

"That's great." While Wen Lan was talking with the boy, she also sucked the syringe out of the needle.

Just as he was about to be injected with the pill, Wen Lan's wrist was suddenly grabbed.

She looked down at the blood-stained hands. Their grief-stricken mother.

"You …" Wen Lan asked in puzzlement: "What are you doing?"

"Doctor, please, save …" "Save my little son."

Wen Lan was a little upset, she tried her best to comfort her: "Don't worry, even if your youngest son hadn't been injected with an injection, I would have used other methods to suppress his illness."

That mother's eyes were already filled with tears. She rolled her red eyes, and after a long time, she finally choked with sobs and said, "No …. Not this. This needle … "Give it to my youngest son."

Her every word was exceptionally difficult to speak, as if she was in extreme pain.

Wen Lan was startled.

"You …" She organized the sentences in her head, but could not bring herself to speak them out in front of the boy. She lowered her voice and asked, "Are you going to abandon your eldest son?"

Seeing that her mother had also made such a decision through a huge mental struggle, she tearfully nodded her head.

Wen Lan didn't know what to do for a moment. In her mind, there was only that boy's shiny black eyes.

The old woman touched her tears and walked around Wen Lan, sitting next to her eldest son.

"Child, I'm sorry."

Wen Lan endured her grief and turned around. She saw the boy lying on the bed, looking at his mother with an expressionless face.

He seemed to understand something, and his eyes were no longer bright.

Like a extinguished fire, the youth who was previously filled with hope suddenly fell into despair.

"Give the syringe to your brother, will you?"

The teenager did not say anything. He did not act like in the TV series. In this life or death situation, Big Dauntless had given the syringe to his brother. He even smiled and comforted his mother, saying that he did not feel any pain.

He didn't. He looked at his mother in despair and said hoarsely, "Mom, I'm in pain too."

Just this sentence alone made Wen Lan unable to endure tears, let alone that mother.

She didn't dare to continue watching and could only turn her back and silently wipe her tears away.

Wen Lan felt extremely stifled in her heart. This was reality, not drama. In the face of life and death, everyone was truly astounded.