"I don't have medical skills," Wu Dongfang stretched out his hand to hold the old man, "Don't go back in a hurry. Now that you're out, let's save the others together."
"It's not that I don't save, it's just that I can't save that many people," the old man continued walking forward, "You've been here for too short a time, and you'll know over time that people die here every day, and even if you're exhausted, you can't save that many."
"It's time to go back, by the way, by the way." Wu Dongfang didn't let go.
The old man didn't say anything and just walked away. Wu Dongfang was afraid of tearing his clothes and didn't dare to pull him too hard. He had to let go after walking for more than ten meters.
Back in the room, the old man was lying on the bed again, and Wu Dongfang was sitting on the floor playing with the brazier.
"If you feel uncomfortable, cook some porridge and send it to those slaves." The old man took the initiative to speak.
Wu Dongfang originally wanted to do this, but after getting the old man's permission, he took the support and placed the clay pot on top of the brazier and started cooking porridge.
"The banner hanging in front of the door means there are patients inside." The old man said to Wu Dongfang who was carrying the clay pot out.
Half an hour later, Wu Dongfang came back. One of the five patients had eaten, and there were four left. However, he only gave out three portions of porridge and rice. One of the patients died, and there was half a bowl of sour food next to her. The gruel was the breakfast she hadn't finished.
Returning to the wooden house, Wu Dongfang lay down. He was in a very bad mood, and the half bowl of sour and smelly porridge was always lingering in his mind.
The old man didn't take the initiative to talk to him. It was snowing at noon. Wu Dongfang walked out of the room and looked east. He saw dense crowds of slaves working around the altar. You could vaguely see people moving, repairing and building the altar. Table stone.
"Don't you stop working even if it snows?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"We won't finish until dark." The old man sat up, "It's time for us to work."
"What are you doing?" Wu Dongfang turned around and walked back. He was now eager to do something for the slaves.
The old man pointed to the herbs stacked against the wall, "Those are herbs for stopping bleeding. Cut them into fine pieces and distribute them to them when they finish work."
Wu Dongfang worked on this all afternoon. There was a guillotine here. He cut it first, then crushed it with a medicine roller, and stored the medicine powder in a jar.
After dark, the slaves came back. Skin and bones are particularly vulnerable to injuries in winter. People who came to ask for medicine formed a long queue. The old man gave some to each of them with a copper spoon, and the slaves caught it with their hands. Either take it away carefully, or apply it on the wound on the spot.
After dark, it was time for the two of them to work. The slaves who were slightly injured received medicinal powder and left, and there were also those who were injured. There is no anesthetic for bone setting, but the old man is really clever and can do it right in one go. Leave the matter to Wu Dongfang. If there is trauma, apply medicine. If there is no trauma, just apply a splint. If there is no splint, use a branch. If there is no bandage, just tear off the cloth strips.
They were busy until after ten o'clock, when the last slave was carried away by his companions, and the work of the two came to an end.
Then a slave came to return the sick cards, each of the five sick cards was more. The last one came was the girl without a tongue, who came carrying the thin woman on her back. The two knelt down and kowtowed to the old man and Wu Dongfang. , they had nothing to express their gratitude except kneeling and kowtow.
"Is the woman she is carrying her sister or mother?" Wu Dongfang looked at the girl's back.
"Why don't you understand anything?" the old man's voice came from under the bed.
"What's wrong?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"Most slaves have no relatives, and even if they do, they are not in the same place." The old man said.
"If that woman doesn't have a wooden sign tomorrow, will she still have to work?" Wu Dongfang asked.
The old man stepped out from under the bed with the wine jar, opened the wine jar and took a sip.
"Really?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"Just stop asking." The old man shook his head.
Wu Dongfang guessed the answer, grabbed a wooden sign and ran out, catching up with the girl who walked to the end of the village, and stuffed the wooden sign into her hand, "Here, when will she recover from her illness? Return the wooden sign."
The girl looked at Wu Dongfang, tears welling up in her eyes. Wu Dongfang nodded to her and turned away before she cried.
Back in the wooden house, the old man had already hidden the wine jar again and was sitting on a stool scooping out porridge with a spoon. The blood stains on his hands from setting bones and treating wounds had not yet been washed away.
"You did a very stupid thing." The old man sipped his porridge without looking up.
"It's not enough anyway. Save each one and count it as one." Wu Dongfang said.
"You can only make her die faster." The old man said.
"Why?" Wu Dongfang asked puzzledly.
"There are some things you don't understand. Have you ever been with a wizard before?" The old man changed the topic.
"What's wrong?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"You are very good at setting bones." The old man dropped the spoon.
"Why did that girl's tongue disappear just now?" Wu Dongfang was always thinking about that little girl.
"The biter was cut off." The old man walked to the bed and lay down.
"Who did you bite?" Wu Dongfang asked again.
"Ask her yourself." The old man yawned.
Wu Dongfang glared at the old man fiercely. He was mute, so how could he ask this question
The old man fell asleep quickly, but Wu Dongfang couldn't sleep and spent the whole night grinding herbs. Since he couldn't fundamentally change the situation of the slaves, he could only do something for them within his ability.
"Stop, stop, stop, can you wait until tomorrow before cutting?" The old man was woken up by Wu Dongfang.
"Who did she bite?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"You go ask her." The old man was not threatened.
"Click, click, click..."
"Creak, creak, creak..."
An hour later, the old man finally couldn't hold on anymore, "I was afraid of you, and Litou wanted to bully her. When she resisted, she bit off Litou's nose, and her tongue was gone."
"What kind of official is Litou?" Wu Dongfang asked. The old man's answer was similar to his guess. At this time, it was very common for men to bully women with their physical strength.
"What kind of official can a slave be?" The old man yawned again.
"Did a slave cut out her tongue?!" Wu Dongfang was shocked. He thought it was an officer and soldier who did it, and never thought it was a slave.
"Is it so strange that you have been locked in a cave for so long?" the old man said.
Although he was ridiculed, Wu Dongfang still couldn't help but ask, "Don't the soldiers and Tu wizards care?"
"As long as Litou is obedient, no matter what he does, he will not be punished." The old man got up and drank water.
Wu Dongfang understood that the soldiers and wizards were Japanese devils, and their leaders were lackeys and traitors, helping the Japanese devils to oppress their compatriots.
"Why are you so interested in that female slave?" The old man tilted his head and looked at Wu Dongfang who was cutting herbs.
Wu Dongfang lowered his head to work and ignored him.
The old man returned to the bed and lay down. Wu Dongfang stopped what he was doing and lay down in the corner.
In the middle of the night, Wu Dongfang woke up from the cold. He had no bedding and his whole body was cold when he woke up.
There was no choice but to light a fire.
Lighting the firewood in the brazier, Wu Dongfang opened the door. By this time, the snow had stopped, and there was a dim moonlight outside.
He originally wanted to come out to pee, but when he opened the door, he found a person standing about ten meters in front of the door. This person was wearing slave clothes and had long hair. She was a woman.
Seeing a woman, Wu Dongfang hurriedly buckled his belt. This man was standing where the slaves were receiving sick cards. It was obvious that he was here to receive the sick cards.
"Why did you come so early?" Wu Dongfang asked.
The woman in the snow stood still.
"It's too cold. You should go back first and come back when it gets daylight." Wu Dongfang waved to the other party.
The woman still didn't move.
Wu Dongfang sighed and walked towards the woman, "Are you sick or injured?"
After going down the steps, Wu Dongfang felt suspicious. He was nearly 1.8 meters tall, and the woman in the snow was actually taller than him. It was rare to see such a tall woman at this time.
After walking for more than ten steps, he stopped. The snow on the ground was more than half a foot thick. He left a series of footprints in the snow as he walked, but there was not a single footprint around the woman.
When his eyes moved to the woman's feet, the hairs all over Wu Dongfang's body stood up instantly. The distance between the two sides was now less than five meters. He could clearly see that the woman's feet were hanging in the air and were not stepping on them. On the snow.
Looking at his face again, he saw a penetrating whiteness, his eyes were hollow and lifeless, his hands were hanging down weakly, and the clothes on his body had no real wrinkles. They were very hazy and void.
Wu Dongfang immediately understood what he had encountered, and subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away. After restraining the idea of escape, he wanted to shout loudly, but he also restrained the idea of shouting loudly. He did not run or shout. This is due to the brutal training of the special forces, looking directly at fear, facing fear until it is overcome.
"I know who you are, what are you doing here?" Wu Dongfang not only did not run, but took a step forward.
This step was very brave and very nervous. While taking the step, all the muscles around the body were tense and the fists were clenched.
The woman, or rather a female ghost, still didn't move or speak, looking blankly in the direction of the wooden house.
"What on earth do you want to do?" Wu Dongfang took another step. At this time, he was even closer to the female ghost. He was only three meters away. He could see the appearance of the female ghost more clearly. She was in her early thirties, with a square face and cheekbones. He is very tall and has a black mole the size of a grain of rice under his nose.
After seeing the female ghost's appearance clearly, Wu Dongfang remembered this person. This person came yesterday morning. She came alone. She had a severe cough, but compared with other slaves, she could at least walk, so he She was not given a wooden sign.
"Are you blaming me for not giving you a wooden sign?" Wu Dongfang took another big step, two meters away, almost face to face with the female ghost.
The female ghost still stood still and didn't speak. She was still looking at the door of the wooden house.
Only then did Wu Dongfang realize that what this woman wanted to do most before she died was to come here and ask for the wooden sign. After her death, her soul came here in a daze and did what it wanted to do most during her lifetime.
Wu Dongfang slowly took a step back. At this time, he was still extremely nervous because he had never seen a ghost before and didn't know what terrible things the ghost would do.
Seeing that the female ghost didn't move, Wu Dongfang took another step back.
At this moment, he suddenly felt someone tapping his shoulder.
He was already extremely nervous, and now he was even more frightened. He turned around in fear, but found that there was no one behind him. He turned around in fear, and found that the female ghost was floating towards him.
"Oh, my hair is standing on end." The old man's voice said.
Wu Dongfang lowered his head when he heard the sound, and saw the old man standing on his right side. Then he realized that it was this old man who tapped him on the shoulder. The reason why he couldn't see anyone when he turned around was because the old man was a hunchback.
The old man held a wooden sign in his hand. The female ghost floated over, took the wooden sign in his hand, turned around and floated towards the wooden house in a daze.
"Hey, are you okay?" The old man pushed Wu Dongfang.
Wu Dongfang didn't move.
"Hey." The old man pushed again.
"I really want to kick you to death." Wu Dongfang was relieved. He didn't scare the female ghost to death, but he almost scared this old thing to death...