The endless desert, the sky is still unclear.
The weak figure walked non-stop among the sea of sand. The moon wheel was gradually obscured by the yellow sand, and the stars gradually became misty and dim.
On the horizon in the distance, the morning colors are hidden behind the sand dunes. They have not yet colored the entire sky, and they are timid.
The halo of dawn brings a Gobi town not far away into the sight of Poinsettia.
Not long after, he sent Fu Yunge to the only medical clinic in the town. It wasn't until the moment his weight disappeared from her arms that Poinsettia felt slightly relieved.
Leaning outside the wooden door of the medical center, looking at the rising sunlight, Poinsettia's eyes slowly regained their brightness, and Qi Hai was able to accumulate some basic energy.
After taking several deep breaths, his lungs were filled with cool air. Thinking about the running around these past few days, it seems that only today, now, can we finally get rid of it.
Since Zheyun Mountain Valley, Jiuche Xiaoying has listed him as a key sniper target. Along the way, he really had to get into their plans.
If it weren't for Fu Yunge, he might have died in the fierce battle tonight.
Fu Yunge suddenly came to mind, and Poinsettia suddenly had mixed feelings.
He stood up from the wooden door and turned his eyes back to the edge window of the medical center. The treatment was still going on in the inner room. Looking in from the window, the hall was surprisingly quiet.
There is also a vase of unknown flowers placed on the table in the middle. If you smell it carefully, you can still smell the faint fragrance.
Poinsettia looked gloomy and wanted to pace, but her legs and feet were too heavy to move. After thinking for a while, he finally sighed deeply.
At that moment last night, the most sensitive nerve buried deep in his heart seemed to be touched inexplicably.
The memory that should never be remembered again is like a wave in the sea, being stirred up again, and everything is just like yesterday.
Such a young man, in the long years he spent, should have been just a drop in the ocean. But why, in the face of such a desperate situation, was he able to stand up and be willing to sacrifice his precious life for himself?
My head felt dizzy. At that moment, all his fighting spirit was extinguished.
In front of him, that familiar yet unfamiliar figure seemed to have revived again, flashing before his eyes.
Poinsettia's eyes were distracted, as if she was in a dream. But his lower lip had been bitten with a row of deep blood marks.
The morning sun on the horizon has broken through the morning clouds and waves, revealing a bright red color in a round shape.
After waiting for a while, someone came out of the medical clinic.
When Poinsettia heard the door knock, she suddenly felt like waking up from a big dream. He paused, regained his composure, and turned to face the old doctor.
The doctor with a long white beard opened the door and came out, his face seemed not optimistic.
"Doctor, how is he doing?" Poinsettia asked with concern.
The old doctor glanced at him, seeming a little pitiful. Poinsettia immediately caught the doctor's eyes and was shocked.
"Is it... difficult to treat?" He controlled his inner emotions and asked calmly.
The old doctor thought for a while and seemed to be considering his words. After a while, he told the truth: "This young man is in very bad condition. Although his life is temporarily suspended,..."
The old doctor said no more, but Poinsettia quickly understood what he meant.
Fu Yunge was now dying, and with his treatment, it could only delay him for a moment or three.
"How could this be?" Poinsettia lowered her head and murmured to herself complicatedly.
The old doctor looked at his sad expression and stepped aside: "Let's go in and have a look."
The two of them went to the back room one after the other. The sunlight in the room was very dim, and the paint on the corners of the table was worn away. The back room was twists and turns, and after several turns, they passed a fence and arrived at the small inner room.
There was no light in the inner room, and a few high-burning candles were still lit. The candle smoke was fragrant, and a strange fragrance filled the room.
In the center is a large stone bed, covered with several layers of thin cotton cloth. Fu Yunge was placed on it, and his back was dripping with blood, which was too horrible to look at.
Seeing Fu Yunge looking like this, Poinsettia's heart skipped a beat.
Just listen to the old doctor saying slowly: "This child has really suffered a lot."
Poinsettia frowned and asked: "How...is his condition?"
The old doctor shook his head: "The back was injured, the vertebrae were cracked, the internal organs were injured, and the Qi pulse was interrupted. Moreover, the child had already suffered some minor trauma before this, and coupled with the long journey, his body was already overwhelmed."
"For such a serious injury, medical treatment is a waste." The old doctor sighed, "There is no need to worry about the day or night. It is a miracle that he can survive here without dying. But... you should prepare for his funeral as soon as possible."
The last sentence made Poinsettia's eyes suddenly darken. These familiar words were like a huge bell hitting his ears, and his mind was spinning all of a sudden.
Looking at Fu Yunge who was unconscious on the bed, it was like a vague figure from a long time ago, gradually merging with it.
Poinsettia felt a rare faint suddenly hit him, causing him to stagger two steps. He barely stretched out his hand to hold on to the wall to keep from falling. The candlelight danced around his figure, and with the faint light, this scene seemed to be a return to history before his eyes.
The cool stone wall stimulated his palms. Let his consciousness keep warning him that things are no longer what they used to be.
The old doctor didn't know why, and was startled on the sidelines. He stared blankly at him and rested alone for a long time before slowly returning to normal.
