Li Zan was shot in the leg and was immediately sent to the hospital. The moment the hospital bed was moved into the operating room, he suddenly jumped up and grabbed Song Ran, but the medical staff forced him down on the hospital bed and pushed him in.
Song Ran chased him to the door, and there was the sound of blades and iron tools being thrown to the ground. The hospital bed, operating table, shelves, iron plates, and surgical instruments were all banged together. The doctors and nurses in Dongguo were shouting.
She knocked on the door and went in, and saw Li Zan dragging his right leg that was shot and bleeding, and bending his old injured left leg lying beside the mobile hospital bed, barely supporting his body with his elbow. His whole body was alert and tense, and he held a scalpel in his other hand, threatening and protecting everyone.
"You are safe now! We are doctors and good people!" Doctors and nurses surrounded him on both sides, trying to comfort him, but they did not dare to touch the blade in his hand.
The two sides are in a stalemate.
He grabbed the mobile hospital bed and moved back, but his legs could not stand up straight. The bed rolled, and he lost support and fell to the ground violently, and the scalpel flew out. He immediately went to catch him, but the medical staff around him saw the opportunity and rushed to subdue him.
He pushed and kicked everyone away and crawled under the hospital bed. He stood up with all his strength, grabbed the hospital bed and swung them away, sweeping everyone away. The storage shelves were swept to the floor, and the iron surgical instruments were in a mess.
"A-Zan!"
Li Zan quickly scanned the end of the bed in front of Song Ran and suddenly stopped. Li Zan held on to the bed and looked at her with a pair of dark eyes through the messy hair. He was breathing rapidly, panting heavily. His injured right leg was bleeding; he seemed to have no feeling, standing on his feet and staring at her.
"A-Zan..." Song Ran held the end of the mobile hospital bed, stretched out his hand toward him, and stepped forward, "Don't you remember me?"
Li Zan's dry lips wriggled, and a voice came out of his throat, hoarse and vague: "Ran Ran."
Song Ran's eyes suddenly heated up. Just as he was about to say something, his expression changed. He staggered forward and grabbed the hand she offered, pulling her behind him to protect her. He grabbed the hospital bed with his other hand and stared at the person in the operating room. Help the doctors.
"A-Zan!" Song Ran hugged him and reached out to touch his face.
He quickly looked back at her, then immediately stared at the group of people with caution.
"A-Zan, look at me." Song Ran turned his face away forcefully, "They are doctors, not bad people. They are doctors!"
Li Zan stared at her, his eyes straight and stubborn, like a baby looking at the only existence in his world.
He was stunned, listening to her words.
A doctor took the opportunity to step forward and quickly injected a needle into the back of his neck. Li Zan's eyes changed and he turned around to fight back. Song Ran rushed forward and hugged his neck tightly. Li Zan struggled but did not break away. The doctor had finished the injection and quickly backed away.
"It's okay." She held his head and comforted him, "A-Zan, it's okay!"
As soon as he said these words, his body began to tremble violently, and his hand held her neck, exactly where the bullet left the scar. Song Ran suddenly remembered that the last words she said to him before she was shot that night were: "A-Zan, it's okay."
He hugged her tightly, clutching her neck tightly, his head pressed against her cheek, and tears flowed out like a torrent.
That low cry, filled with endless heartbreak and despair, actually overlapped with the cry in her dream.
ma:'zu-i'ya0 soon took effect. He drifted away from consciousness and fell on her body. Seeing that Song Ran couldn't hold on any longer, the medical staff immediately came over and lifted him onto the hospital bed.
Song Ran's face was filled with tears and she followed closely. The nurse stopped her and pushed her out: "Sorry, please get out."
Song Ran was pushed out of the operating room, and the door slammed shut.
She held on to the cold door, slowly squatted down and hugged herself. There was no strength left in his body, and he couldn't even shed tears. She sat weakly on the ground, leaning her head against the wall, waiting silently.
Morgan squatted by the wall, clasping his lowered head with both hands, and a tear fell to the ground: "God, what on earth has he experienced?"
"Why?" he asked, "Why?"
But in the quiet corridor, no one could respond.
Four hours later, Li Zan was pushed out of the operating room with his eyes closed and his face pale.
His hair was cut short and all the dirt and scars all over his body were cleaned. The dirt was also washed away from his face, and he was horribly thin. There is a long scar from behind the ear to the neck, extending into the collar.
He was wearing a summer short-sleeved hospital gown, and his exposed arms were skinny and bony, with layer upon layer of scars.
In the ward, the doctor introduced the condition to Harvey and Morgan: "... The body is very weak and malnourished. He is 187cm tall and has lost weight to only 54 kilograms. ... There are injuries all over the body and he has been tortured for a long time. ... Three broken bones A small finger and two toes were amputated, and the hamstring of the left foot was broken. There were many fractures on the body, but they were not treated. In the end, a small piece of the tip of the tongue was missing. Fortunately, it did not affect speaking and eating. Injury is secondary, what is most needed right now is a psychiatrist, although to a certain extent, it won’t be of much use.”
Song Ran didn't know or listen. She leaned beside the hospital bed and stroked his thin fingers. His fingers were not cut off at the base. The little finger and ring finger of his right hand were broken at the first knuckle; the little finger of his left hand was also broken.
Just looking at it made her so painful that she could hardly breathe.
An intravenous drip hung beside the hospital bed.
Morgan asked, "When will he wake up?"
The doctor said: "Maybe a few hours. ma:'zu-i'ya0 There will still be some time. You should be careful not to stimulate him after he wakes up, and don't let him see any sharp things. Without stimulation, , he can communicate normally.”
Song Ran always stayed by the hospital bed, fearing that he wouldn't be able to see her when he woke up.
While waiting, she suddenly told Harvey that she would return to China tomorrow. As soon as he wakes up, she takes him home. Not stopping for a moment, not waiting for a moment. I hope the major can help her with matters related to returning to China.
Harvey agreed and said he would communicate and negotiate immediately.
Halfway through, Harvey unexpectedly received a message. Three days ago, on July 30, government troops destroyed a terrorist stronghold along the 80-kilometer border north of Candi. That was the day Song Ran and Harvey went looking for it.
Government forces eliminated most of the terrorists, but a small number escaped.
Yesterday, the defenders of Cangdi caught a suspicious person while patrolling the customs, and determined that he was a remnant of the party who escaped from the stronghold three days ago. During the interrogation, the terrorist mentioned Li Zan, saying that he was the Cook soldier who disappeared from Cangdi Temple in February. He was imprisoned for nearly half a year until he escaped from prison when the stronghold was bombed during the attack three days ago. Now his whereabouts are unknown.
The soldiers realized that the situation was serious and immediately called the War Affairs Committee in Gama to say that they had received news about Li Zan.
The committee had already received news from Harvey that Li Zan was alive, and asked Harvey to contact the Cangdi defenders immediately to find out what happened to Li Zan.
Harvey said he was going to interrogate the terrorist and asked Song Ran if he was going.
Song Ran held Li Zan's hand and remained silent.
After finding Li Zan, she almost stopped talking and just stayed by his side silently. It was as if only he and she were one. Separated by a glass cover, she didn't care about anything outside, nor did she care.
She remained silent for a long time.
Harvey said: "Then I'll go over there first, and I'll tell you the details when I get back."
As soon as Harvey and Morgan walked to the door, Song Ran let go of Li Zan's hand, stood up and turned around: "I'll go with you."
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Through a gray glass, Song Ran saw the terrorists in the interrogation room opposite.
He is in his mid-twenties, young, ordinary, of medium height, thin, and looks very ordinary. He does not look like a vicious person at first glance. If it were placed on the street, no one would be wary of him.
He is now wearing shackles on his hands and feet, but he is fearless and his posture is normal, but the indifference in his eyes cannot be ignored. It is as if he was born as a human being without any intention, no feeling, and no awareness.
At first, Harvey used the usual method of dealing with war criminals to question him about why he hurt innocent people and why he didn't want to think about his parents.
"If the organization needs me, I can kill my mother." The young man scratched his ears. "Stop telling me such boring nonsense. I don't think your purpose here is to influence me, is it?"
Major Harvey's face was ashen, he gave up, and asked him about Li Zan.
"Lee is very famous. He destroyed many of our strongholds. Of course we hate him, as well as several other snipers from the Cook soldiers. On the day we attacked the hospital, we wanted to kill the most powerful group of Cook soldiers in Candi. But after failing, we had no choice but to evacuate. He went to Cangdi Temple to snatch his girlfriend’s body, which we didn’t expect, just to vent his anger.”
Harvey: "He must have been seriously injured that day. How did he survive?"
The young man raised his eyebrows: "Of course we saved him. Otherwise, he would be a pile of bones now. In order to save the girl, he broke into the stronghold alone and gave her a helmet and body armor. He simply didn't take us seriously. inside."
Harvey: "So you revived him in order to torture him?"
"We are not that naive. His bomb-making skills are top-notch, how can he waste it? However, we still need to vent the anger we have accumulated for so long."
Harvey: "What did you do?"
"The girl was rescued. But we just happened to kill another Asian girl."
On the other side of the glass, Morgan's expression changed, and she looked at Song Ran worriedly. She had no expression at all, and her eyes were blank, staring at the person on the other side of the glass.
"We raped the body one by one. When we got tired of playing with it, we cut off her arms and legs, hung her body on a flagpole, and left it in the sun for a month. He thought it was his girl. During that time , his wailing sounds were heard in the cell from morning to night." When the young man said this, he felt it was funny and smiled. "As for torture, it is common for you. Sometimes he tortures him, and sometimes he shows it. Watching others being tortured. You know, when he sees our child sha're:n, he will cry." The young man found it funny, "But he is so tough that he would not help us make bombs even if he died. . If he is willing to join us, he won’t suffer so much. Money, beauty, status, what not?”
The young man was a little tired from talking. He yawned and leaned back in his chair: "In May, an American Cook soldier came to rescue him. He should be his friend. But he failed. He could only watch helplessly. His friend died in pain, and it was our children who executed him.
Oh, by the way, he died a few times, but we rescued him all the time. We wanted to make him available to us, never starving him and giving him food every day. He lost weight like this only after he went on a hunger strike, and he relied on intravenous drips of nutritional fluids to maintain his weight. We also noticed that he had mental problems. We thought that if he didn't figure it out, he might help us make bombs, so we didn't kill him until he surrendered. But God," he sighed, "I've never seen anyone with such hard bones. "
Even Harvey, who had experienced many battles, felt a layer of cold sweat break out on his forehead at this moment. If he hadn't continued to ask, his clenched fist might have crushed the other person's head. "He escaped three days ago?"
"Government troops attacked the border stronghold, the wall blew up, and in the chaos, he escaped. Who had time to take care of him at that time?"
"The border is 80 kilometers away from here, and it's all desert. How did he come to Candi?"
"I don't know about that. Did he walk over here?" The young man said, but he didn't quite believe it. "The temperature in the desert is over 50 degrees. He has a broken hamstring on one side, so he shouldn't be able to walk over."
Cangdi Temple.
After half a year of imprisonment, he was already unconscious, but driven by something close to instinct, he walked for three days and three nights and returned to Cangdi Temple where he finally left.
I no longer know what day it is, no longer know how the years have changed, and no longer even know the war is over, yet I still wander around the white mausoleum temple like a lonely ghost, refusing to leave.
After asking the question, the man was taken out by the soldiers.
Suddenly, Song Ran picked up the porcelain vase on the table, smashed it against the wall, and rushed out of the room holding the bottleneck covered with spikes.
Morgan caught a glimpse of her eyes that were filled with hatred and blood, and immediately chased after her, but Song Ran had already rushed into the corridor, stabbing the person in the face with the broken porcelain shard in his hand.
"brute!"
There were several bloody marks on the young man's face, and his skin and flesh were turned up and dripping with blood. If that wasn't enough, she stabbed him in the neck again. The incident happened suddenly and the soldiers showed no reaction. Blood was pouring from the man's face and neck, and he was holding the carotid artery severed by the sharp spikes. Panic suddenly appeared in his cold eyes, and he grabbed the soldier with his bloody hands: "Help me!"
Harvey's eyes were blood red and he looked on coldly.
Song Ran raised his hand and stabbed the other side of his neck.
Morgan rushed up, picked up Song Ran and dragged him out. Song Ran smashed the porcelain bottle on the young man's forehead, kicked him with his hands and clawed at his throat, and kept on digging at his throat.
She is crazy, she is crazy. At this moment, she just wants to kill him. Even if he is cut into pieces with a thousand cuts, he will not be able to relieve her hatred. Killing him a thousand times will not relieve her even one millionth of the pain at this moment.
She was in pain, she was dying of pain. She was in so much pain that she wished she could die in the next second, and wished she could rip out her heart.
She was in so much pain that the moment Morgan pulled her away from the man, she couldn't hold back any longer and burst into heart-wrenching tears.
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It was two hours later when we returned to the hospital.
Morgan walked her down the corridor and whispered: "Ruan, I'm sorry I stopped you. God knows, I wanted to kill him more than you did. But we can't."
After some venting, Song Ran calmed down and said, "I know. Thank you."
"Don't worry, after the trial, they will not escape death in the end."
Song Ran nodded.
Open the door and walk into the ward.
Fortunately, Li Zan is still sleeping.
It was around five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was still strong outside, but the curtains were tightly drawn. The light in the room was hazy, with a touch of warm orange color.
Song Ran walked gently to the bed. It's been more than half a year, and she hasn't seen his sleeping face for a long time. He closed his eyes and frowned tightly, feeling very painful and weak in his sleep.
She climbed onto the bed, got under the thin quilt, hugged him, and slowly closed her eyes. She was also very tired.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Li Zan suddenly woke up from his nightmare. His whole body bounced and he was about to jump up. Song Ran reflexively tightened her arms and hugged him.
"A-Zan, it's me."
He was quiet for a moment, his chest rising and falling, breathing heavily, staring at her in the dark night.
It was night, the sky was dim, and his eyes were bright and black.
He is still him.
With such clean and pure eyes, she was the only one reflected in the pupils.
"It's me," Song Ran smiled at him, "A-Zan, I'm Ran Ran."
He stretched out his hand, lightly touched her face with three fingers, and said, "Are you here?"
"I'm here to pick you up." Song Ran said, leaning against him, "A-Zan, we'll go home tomorrow, okay?"
Li Zan lowered his head, rubbed her cheek, and buried his head in her neck: "Okay. Go home."