The entire lobby was silent, only her low voice of exhortations and comforting soft voice could be heard occasionally, every word and every sentence seemed like spring wind and rain, dispelling their fear of death.

When the wound was finally bandaged, Chu Yunyao supported the wounded patient to lie down, and when she twisted the medicine box, she went to another wounded patient.

The boy who looked a little young and still had a childish appearance suddenly burst into tears.

"Young Madam, I heard that you can bring the dead back to life. If you had come earlier, Ah Lang would not have died."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to be unable to control himself anymore, and burst into tears, "This battle is really aggrieved."

Finally, there was a little commotion in the dead hall. The big man sitting next to the young man ignored the pain in his body, suddenly slapped him on the head, and reprimanded him in a loud voice: "Why howl? If it wasn't for the young lady, Maybe all of us are still bandits on the mountain and starved to death long ago, A Lang is not dead, but died for the people."

"Did you die for the common people?" The young man covered his face, clear tears poured out from between his dirty fingers, converging into black muddy water and flowing down the back of his hands: "Alan died so miserable, His hands and feet were blown off, his intestines flowed out, and he was torn apart in front of me, if he hadn't stood in front of me, I would have been blown away."

It was the first time for a young man who had just entered the battlefield to witness his childhood playmates being blown to death by gunpowder, and the fear that rose in his heart was indescribable.

Maybe I have been thinking over and over again in my heart about the tragedy of being bombed and torn apart.

Chu Yunyao: "..."

Chu Yunyao looked at his childish and tear-stained face, and could no longer utter those empty, weak, pale comforting words.

Her throat was choked and she opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

"I, can't come back to life, sorry."

She is just a doctor with fairly superb medical skills, so how could she have the ability to bring the dead back to life.

The young man was sobbing and wanted to say something, but the big man next to him patted his head again: "A Yu, without A Lang, you will go to the battlefield later, just follow me, I will protect you.

Have you forgotten what that heroine said when we came to join the Mohist army? "

Chu Yunyao asked in surprise, "Woman?"

"Yes." The big man scratched the back of his head embarrassingly, "To tell you the truth, young lady, we used to be bandits, and what we did was robbing houses. Once, we didn't expect to meet a heroine, but she robbed us. Copycat.

She lived in our village that night, and in the middle of the night, a pack of extremely hungry wolves attacked us. We thought we were doomed, but we didn't expect that the heroine would drive the pack of wolves away with a whistle.

Hey, we are saved.

When we parted on the second day, the heroine asked us to join the Mohist army. We walked halfway, and we really met Grandpa...

This life is similar to picking it up, how many days can I live.

In war, there is no one who is not dead.

When this battle is over, we'll have a good time.

This kid is young, and it's his first time on the battlefield. It's normal to be a little scared, and he will become more courageous through experience. Don't take what he said just now, young lady..."

Chu Yunyao looked at the familiar bearded big man, who was still so strong that he was a little clumsy, and suddenly remembered something.

It turned out to be him!

She killed Zeng Jiali, left the mansion, and when she returned to the countryside to pick up her nanny, she passed a mountain and met bandits...

In just a few years, the bandit leader had transformed so much that she almost couldn't recognize her...