Too many things stuck in Zhu Yanqiu's heart, his own future and destiny, his own ambitions, Fang Feifei seems to be breaking up with him now, and Zhu Su Niang's contempt for herself.
Let Zhu Yanqiu be at a loss and helpless like never before, so painful that he can't wait to die.
He wakes up every day to cook and cook. He is the young master of a large family, and now he is smoky and smoky around the boiler all day.
Such days caused Zhu Yanqiu's painful collapse, and Zhu Yanqiu's heart was cruel, no matter what, he must go to the battlefield, he must go to the battlefield.
Only going to the battlefield can solve the current dilemma, but his hand...
When it was time to deliver the meal, Ning Shu saw Zhu Yanqiu's red eyes and his eyelids were swollen, as if he had cried.
Maybe the two broke up.
Zhu Yanqiu noticed Ning Shu's gaze and gave Ning Shu bitterly. He didn't even bother to talk to Ning Shu, turned around and left.
Ning Shu looked at Zhu Yanqiu and lost his footing. No, he was so sad and unhappy, guessing what had happened to the relationship between the two of them.
You must know that in the plot, Fang Feifei didn’t know the truth until Zhu Yanqiu became famous, and again, Zhu Yanqiu kept hiding it well.
Fang Feifei knew about the existence of Zhu Su Niang, but believed what Zhu Yanqiu said, and believed that Zhu Su Niang was Zhu Yanqiu's sister. Fang Feifei later learned the truth and was about to leave Zhu Yanqiu at that time.
At that time, Zhu Yanqiu was wearing a military uniform with a row of medals hanging on his chest. He directly half-kneeled on the ground to ask for Fang Feifei's forgiveness. A powerful and powerful man kneeled in front of him, and a woman's heart trembled.
In the days on the battlefield, the two supported each other and had a deep relationship. Fang Feifei loved to wish Yanqiu in her heart. In addition, at this time, Zhu Su Niang was lingering on the bed and had no medical treatment. She was about to die, so Fang Feifei accepted Zhu Yanqiu. Apologize.
But now Zhu Yanqiu is not well-known, and his body is black and gray. He is completely different from the glorious young master before. It has faded the aura of the young master and makes Zhu Yanqiu look a lot dim.
From arriving on the battlefield without killing an enemy, he became a logistician who had little chance to make a contribution. In addition, the conflict between the two broke out in advance, and the emotional death was possible.
And now Fang Feifei is still a small well-known war reporter. The status of the two is quite different. When women are strong and men are weak, their relationship is prone to conflicts, and women are conquered by men who desire to be strong.
You must know that animal males and females only choose to mate with males who have won the battle.
Alas, an epic battlefield love song may be on the street.
Ning Shu didn't pay attention to Zhu Yanqiu and Fang Feifei's affairs, because she was very busy now, very busy, and Xiaotong was too tired to lift her hands.
There are too many wounded than before, the front is constantly retreating, the artillery fire is more intense, and the air strikes will happen many times a day.
Ning Shu is not only busy treating the wounded, but also to guard against being injured by the bomb.
This battlefield cannot be held anymore. There are more and more dead soldiers, and more and more wounded soldiers. Weapons are not as advanced as the opponents. We can only destroy an enemy with the determination of death and fill it with human lives.
This battlefield can’t be defended anymore, it’s about to fall, and struggling so hard is just delaying the arrival of this day.
The body of the officer who was shot before was getting worse, and the wound was severely infected. Even the anti-inflammatory western medicine was useless. Ning Shu took out the western medicine that she had exchanged in the system mall, but it was still useless.
It was originally a fatal injury, and coupled with the harsh environment and the inability to recuperate properly, the pressure is enormous every day, and the future of the entire army is weighed on his shoulders.
The commander told Ning Shu to save his life no matter what method he used. He can't die now. He must hold on, hold on until someone comes to support, and hold on to the top to issue an order to retreat.
Ning Shu felt very numb. Since western medicine was not good, he used the traditional Chinese medicine left by his ancestors. Ning Shu used mashed fresh herbs to apply to the chief's wound, and then wrapped it with gauze.
The effect of Chinese medicine is mild, and although the effect is slow, it has stabilized the chief's injury at any rate and did not continue to worsen.
These herbs were drawn by Ning Shu and talked about the growth environment. Tang Zheng sent guards to go to the mountains to cook.
Ning Shu is now very fortunate that she has followed the magical medicine on a certain plane, so that she can easily cope with these things, and what she learns will always play a huge role.
After treating the chief's wound, Ning Shu returned to the tent with the medicine box on his back. There were wounded everywhere, with various wounds on his body, and faces of pain and despair.
Xiaotong was busy alone, her calf was trembling, but she still clenched her teeth and persisted.
There were too many wounded. Ning Shu and Xiaotong did not stop for treatment. Their brains were always in a daze. When they saw any injuries, their brains hadn't reflected them. They already had tools in their hands, and they were doing things based on their physical instincts.
There was the sound of the air force roaring overhead, and two bombs were dropped from time to time, and the nerves were highly strained, very tired, very tired.
Under such circumstances, Ning Shu felt desperate. She didn't know when it would end, and she didn't know what her destiny would be in the next moment.
War reaps human lives, destroys civilization, and destroys beliefs.
Ning Shu was so busy that she heard someone call her, "Zhu Su Niang."
Ning Shu ignored the voice and called out again. Ning Shu reacted. Turning his head, he saw Zhu Yanqiu lying on the wooden plank. He saw the blood dripping down his calf on the ground. .
"Zhu Su Niang." Zhu Yanqiu's voice was painful and panic.
Ning Shu walked over and touched Zhu Yanqiu's leg. Zhu Yanqiu was touched by Ning Shu, breathing in pain and sweating all over.
Zhu Yanqiu's calf bone was fractured, and there was a neat incision under the knee, which was chopped on the leg by a knife.
Pulling away the flesh and skin, you can faintly see a bone inside, and blood comes out along the incision, which looks terrible.
"Zhu Su Niang, my legs will be fine." Zhu Yanqiu's voice trembled, painful and scared.
Ning Shu frowned. What Zhu Yanqiu was going to do to get such a wound, Ning Shu sewed up the wound with a needle, and then sprinkled a little hemostatic powder to bandage the wound.
Bind several wooden sticks with the legs with a string to secure the legs.
Zhu Yanqiu asked Ning Shu; "I have no problem with my legs, right."
"I don't know, maybe there is a problem, maybe there is no problem." Ning Shu turned and went busy, not even knowing why Zhu Yanqiu was injured.
Zhu Yanqiu grasped his head in pain and looked at his legs. His heart was filled with fear. When the bayonet reflected the light under the sun and slashed on his body and legs, his heart was despair except for fear.
His legs, the ambition in his heart.
"Zhu Su Niang." Zhu Yanqiu called out to the busy Ning Shu.
Ning Shu ignored him. With so many wounded waiting for help, she had no time to chat with Zhu Yanqiu.
I have updated so much today. I have written two chapters before, but I deleted it by mistake.
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