The soldier dragged his tired body and gave a standard military salute.

"Zhou Yi, I have no doctors and medicines, do you have any other way?"

Looking at the soldiers' backs leaving, Wang Dong gritted his teeth and spitted on the ground.

"Is there a way to depend on whom?"

Zhou Yi stared at these cutest people and gave a gentle salute: "I have many ways to these soldiers, and you can't even imagine many."

"That's good, good brother!"

"Good brother!"

*** "Doctor Qu, the anti-inflammatory drugs are almost used up. At present, we can only focus on the serious injuries first, and the bandages are gone. Now we cook the old bandages twice and three times in hot water, and also, Dr. Liu was exhausted, and Dr. Zhang also had a high fever, which was thirty-nine degrees, but no matter how I persuaded him, he refused to come down."

The young medical soldier was reporting to Qu Naiwen with red eyes and sobbing.

"I'll take these bastards in the county hospital and those officials from the temporary disaster relief command center. I'll take them to the military court sooner or later!"

Qu Naiwen raised his head. His face, which was over 40 years old but still charming, was full of anger: "Xiao Zhang, let's go. Let's go see the wounded and sick first."

"Is it Director Qu?"

There were suddenly two strangers in the tent, and the burly man in front was smiling at Qu Naiwen.
Chapter completed!