There is an open space between the village and the woods. The often trampled part of the grass formed a path, with white sand and gravel exposed on the surface, illuminated by the eleven o'clock sun in the morning.
The toes kicked up the gravel, as happens when one moves hard and steps heavily. Han Qingyu walked a little slowly while carrying the person. The wounds on his body that had been re-opened were bleeding, dripping on the white sand and gravel.
People looked at him from a distance and gradually realized clearly what had happened. "The wounded soldier in front of me just went to more than a thousand enemies alone. Now he is coming back."
Most of the Azure soldiers standing at the entrance of the village didn't know that the person walking across the street was actually Major The Qing. After all, in the photos of Han Qingyu that had been published in internal newspapers, his face was not clear, and now there was another frightening wound.
A small number of them will have some suspicions because they have seen Shen Yixiu appear, but they dare not confirm it because although there are few soldiers in full armor, there are still some in each army and regiment.
In addition, there are many people who subjectively believe that Major Qing is dead.
Therefore, Han Qingyu is now just a comrade who was seriously injured. He should have been very good-looking, but was disfigured by the wounds on his face.
"What is he going to do? Why should he go?"
"He said he was going to catch a doctor. His teammate was seriously injured and has been in a coma. The team doctor said there was nothing they could do."
"Um."
The crowd's whispers turned silent.
Wen Jifei dragged Xi Mei onto the roof.
Zhang Chiyuan stood behind his soldiers holding a big bowl, took out a piece of broken tiles, picked up a handful of noodles and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Do you think we should take the opportunity to provoke a fight?"
"Ah, what are you provoking?" the adjutant beside him asked in confusion.
"Instigate a relationship between them and the Ninth Army! I was going to tell him that I just contacted Lu Wuzheng, but Lu Wuzheng hung up the phone and said that they don't have these people. What do you think? So when they come back one day, it might be me. That’s it.”
Adjutant: "...Commander!"
The scene was generally quite quiet. In the only corner where there was a fierce reaction, several people in white coats gathered together, old and young, their hands and feet were messy, and their brows were so furrowed that they were almost out of shape, as if they had seen something special. Something that cannot be looked at directly, an extremely terrifying thing.
"Is it really Dr. Zhe? Is it her?!" The old medical team leader took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes and put them on again, looking hard.
"Yeah. He really went to invite... and caught him back." He said "please" at this time, but it was too deceiving. After all, the person was tied up and carried. The young doctor had always regarded Zhe Qiuhong as his idol. At this time Complicated feelings.
They didn't mind that guy going to arrest people, and they even admired him a little. After all, he was there for his teammates, even though he was also seriously injured.
but,
"This, it can't be like this... Ouch!"
The old team leader suddenly let out an ouch, as if he had fallen, but in fact it was not him who fell.
Over there, Han Qingyu's hands were weak and he accidentally threw Zhe Qiuhong to the ground.
Smashed it down hard.
Fortunately it's the back.
Medical team: "..."
"I'm sorry, to be honest, you're a bit heavy." Han Qingyu apologized first when he bent down, but when he looked around, he saw Zhe Qiuhong lying on the ground neither crying out about pain nor speaking, only holding a pair of eyes full of hatred and anger. Eyes, staring straight at him.
He was just unhappy because of the spring flowers, but when he saw such eyes again, Han Qingyu's temper also rose. He couldn't get angry immediately, so he could only keep out of sight...
The medical team panicked: "What is he doing?!"
In his sight, Han Qingyu stretched out his foot and pushed forward. With a little force, he kicked Zhe Qiuhong over, face down.
Then he bent down and picked it up again, and continued walking forward.
Medical team: "..."
With great difficulty, the man crossed the earthen wall. When handing Zhe Qiuhong to Xi Mei, Han Qingyu said: "Remember what you said, if you can't be saved, I will kill you."
The medical team that just arrived: "..."
The rope was finally untied. When Zhe Qiuhong stood up, his face was dusty. He touched it with his sleeve, and his face was covered with dust. She reached out to pluck the blades of grass from her hair, and rubbed her wrists with her left and right hands.
In the circle next to it, "Doctor Zhe." "Teacher Zhe, you gave me a lecture." "..."
Zhe Qiuhong hurriedly smoothed his hair and turned away, bowed back and said, "Hello everyone. Well, you'd better take me to see the wounded first... Don't look at him, he's fine."
Han Qingyu slowly fell down as she spoke.
"He... is fine. No need for first aid." Zhe Qiuhong said calmly.
…………
Han Qingyu woke up from the sting of alcohol on the wound and opened his eyes.
Zhe Qiuhong, who had put on his white coat again, was wearing a mask, leaving only his eyes that were always direct or candid, and was treating his wounds.
Rusty Girl and Plague Chicken stood aside.
"How long have I been unconscious?" Han Qingyu's mind was still a little heavy.
"Almost an hour." Wen Jifei said.
It turned out to be only an hour, and I thought it was a long time. Han Qingyu tried to move, but his whole body ached, and asked: "How are Tangtang and Wu Shi?"
"Tangtang has woken up." Tie Jia hesitated, "Wu Shi, Wu Shi hasn't woken up yet. Doctor Zhe said he doesn't need to be rescued."
No need to save? ! Han Qingyu lowered his head and looked at Zhe Qiuhong, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Zhe Qiuhong looked at him and said calmly: "There is no need to save him."
"..." Han Qingyu thought, how could it be possible?
"His wound is growing slowly on its own. If he doesn't die, just give him time." Zhe Qiu Hongshun pointed at his heart, which meant that the wound on Wu Shi's heart was also growing on its own.
"It's really growing, very slowly, but it's repairing and growing. She taught me how to see it." Trying to suppress his excitement, Wen Jifei added, "I think this may be the way Wu Shi came all the way before, and he can The reason for surviving is that it’s hard for him to die, right?!”
"..." Han Qingyu was a little confused.
Listening to what they said, the meaning of growth does not seem to be the concept of general wound healing.
So does it mean that Wu Shi is like a gecko or a crab, which can grow on its own after having its tail or arms cut off? And even the heart and mouth can grow... Han Qingyu tried hard to understand, but it was very difficult.
Zhe Qiuhong looked at him and said calmly: "It's hard to understand?! But aren't you the same?"
"Me?" Han Qingyu finally reacted, thinking about the special situation of shedding and repairing her skin every time she was seriously injured. Maybe the plague chicken and the rusty girl had told her... He struggled and raised his upper body, "So, Wu Shi is the same as me?! "
This time, Zhe Qiuhong looked at him as if he were a student who couldn't understand anything he said. He was a little impatient and said, "It's not the same, it's just about the same."
"Oh." His mind was confused again. Han Qingyu rolled back and lay down, closed his eyes and stroked his fingers, then slowly opened them after a while, and asked at the same time: "What are we?"
"have no idea."
"Weird...alien?" Han Qingyu didn't want to say that he was a monster.
Zhe Qiuhong didn't stop, and continued to treat the wound, while thinking for a while, "You can't say that. I have made an inference before, thinking that this situation may stem from an inheritance relationship, or absorption or plunder."
Han Qingyu's eyes became more and more confused as she explained. Xi Mei and Wen Jifei were also confused.
Zhe Qiuhong found out, stopped for a moment, changed the narrative logic and said:
"Assumption, just assumption. Assume that there once was abundant source energy on this planet. Hundreds of millions, tens of millions, millions of years ago, something grew on it. I personally call them source beasts, but of course they may also be humans. . Later, the source energy gradually exhausted, or suddenly disappeared for some reason, they left, or died. But one thing I think you should also know, if the source energy is not actively consumed, it is the most stable existence. So. Their death does not mean they disappear, something remains..."
At this point, after giving the three of them some time to catch up, Zhe Qiuhong finally said: "These relics happened to be...eaten by you. That's all. They are not considered monsters or aliens."
Among the words such as inherit, absorb, pass by, devour, etc., Zhe Qiuhong struggled for a while, and finally selected a word with the broadest part of speech: eat.
"Of course, this is just my reasoning and imagination," she added at last.
"Then have you seen anyone like us?" Han Qingyu asked nervously.
"Of course." Zhe Qiuhong said, "Some have been seen before, and some can be inferred. I think there will be more in the future."
"Isn't it a plague chicken?"
"No, dice is just a physiological disorder, just like some people are born with ED." Zhe Qiuhong calmly gave an example.
If he didn't know what ED was, Wen Jifei would have taken the plunge.
Han Qingyu: "Is that Miss Xi?"
"No, I have carefully studied her information file. She is very normal." Zhe Qiuhong shook his head, then turned to look at Xi Mei and said, "Her current situation is completely acquired."
"Then can she get out?!" When Han Qingyu asked this question, the armor trembled obviously, and Wen Jifei was also a little nervous.
"Yes, but there is only a 10% chance at most. 90%, she will die."
The three of them were silent.
If it were in the past, Xi Mei would definitely choose to give it a try and fight for the ten percent. But now, she is more afraid. 90%, she is reluctant to let go, even if she will always exist as a pair of iron armor.
"Can I discuss something with you? I can be your team doctor, but there are conditions." In the quiet room, Zhe Qiuhong cut off a suture and suddenly asked Han Qingyu.
Team doctor? It seems pretty good and quite needed. Han Qingyu changed his expression and said politely: "You say it."
"When you die one day, let me dissect your body. Or if the other Wu Shi dies, let me dissect him." Zhe Qiuhong's calmness and lack of taboo when he said this made the atmosphere in the room straighten out. decline.
"Get out!" Han Qingyu looked at her and said through gritted teeth.
