Fang Ke couldn't understand Jiang Lai's mood, but... the movements in his hand became more and more careful.

Jiang looked at his student and then said, "He has lost his legs, you don't have to be too careful, you still have to be faster..."

Fang Ke:...

"Teacher, have you known this since childhood?"

"I know you since childhood, but you are not very familiar with me, so you don't have to take care of my emotions." Jiang Lai explained. He had no emotions, just felt that no one could escape, and of course, he could not help but feel sad.

If Uncle Fan knows...or, Fan Zixue knows...I don't know what it feels like.

Assuming that if... Jiang Jikai was lying on this operating bed... he didn't know what he was feeling.

"Oh." Fang Ke breathed a sigh of relief, so he focused on his mind and started to deal with it.

...

The weather is getting colder.

The Battle of Songhu has been fought from summer to autumn, but it has not yet ended.

The Japanese who were clamoring to lose China for three months were in a bad mood. They were very impatient and their troops were investing more and more.

"120,000 people? What kind of rescue ability is this?" An intelligence that was not a war report was presented to the Japanese leader, which also made the Japanese commander feel deeply moved.

"Hi, according to Sakura's opinion, it is recommended to accommodate such talents to serve the empire."

"It's time to consider the future. Shanghai, we will definitely take it, even if it's delayed a little longer. Jinling now hopes for international reconciliation, hahaha..."

"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs has a lot of pressure, but it is just... a lot of pressure."

"As soldiers, we only need to complete the tasks, but... Shanghai, as the Pearl of the Far East, still needs to maintain a certain degree of rationality. People who are well-known internationally should be invited to join the government work afterwards."

"Great insight of General."

"Iwai Kun, then, you will be responsible for collecting these people."

"Hi!"

...

Jiang Lai sent Fan Ziqing out of the operating room and saw Bourne who was a little panting, "Professor, why are you so anxious?"

"Jiang, Sophia and the others are all robbers!" Bourn couldn't help but get angry when he thought about the final distribution result.

"Professor, they all want to save people." Jiang Lai shook his head.

"That's it, but... so far, counting, the number of wounded people treated in our hospitals has reached 120,000..." Bourn and Jiang Lai reported the data he knew, "Jiang, you are amazing."

Jiang Lai was silent, shook his head, and treated 120,000 people, and more than 10,000 of them were not rescued. At least one-quarter of them were seriously injured or even disabled, and they would not be able to go to the battlefield again in the short term.

But this number still made him feel much more relieved, at least... he didn't do useless work.

"Professor, thank you." As a Chinese, Jiang Lai needs to thank Bourne, a foreign doctor.

If it weren't for Bourne's support, he wouldn't have done this.

"I want to thank you for letting your colleagues spread to the world." Bourne smiled with relief, "Okay, in recent days, the war seems to be less intense than before. Today's wounded people are sent...The newspapers in the past few days say that international adjustment is expected."

"Is there hope for adjustment?" Jiang Lai smiled bitterly. How could adjustment be expected?

By then, the whole world will be pulled into the water, and the hell is expected to adjust!

It was just that unrealistic fantasy!

Even that person changed the war order several times in a short period of time, causing heavy losses to the soldiers on the front line.

But after all, he is not a soldier or a politician. It is his most urgent wish to change these soldiers.

...

"Old Yan, I keep this batch of medicines just for you."

The next day, Jiang Lai visited Mr. Yan because it was already early November, and Songhu would end soon... The Nanjing Guard Station was immediately followed.

Nanjing is not as good as Shanghai.

The medical resources are not that strong, and his control is not strong. All he can do is contribute to medical resources.

"Prepared for me?" Mr. Yan was surprised.

"Now, Liu Xing has been occupied by the Japanese, and that person is also seeking international adjustment. Basically, Songhu... has been defeated."

"You mean? Then it's Nanjing?"

"Yes." Jiang Lai nodded, "When this ends, I will organize a group of medical staff to go to Nanjing to do medical work... At the same time, medical supplies will be guaranteed."

He couldn't leave things to Nanjing.

Mr. Yan frowned, "Nanjing is the capital of the National Government..."

What the implication is that the national army will inevitably defend to the death.

"Shanghai is also the gateway to Nanjing." Jiang Lai shook his head, with memories of later generations, and he knew... some things were inevitable.

Mr. Yan didn't know what he said, and he saw the casualties of Songhu... But Jiang Lai's words also hit him, sighed slightly, nodded, "I understand."

"The Shanghai model can be copied, but I think you are the only one who can take charge of the overall situation."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements tomorrow."

"Um."

The situation in Nanjing is not something that Jiang Lai can control, but with Mr. Yan, the boss of the Health Department, he has some confidence. At least... he can save some people, but some people. As a doctor, he can do...this is all he can do.

...

On November 11, the mayor told the citizens that the largest metropolis in the Far East... fell.

When he received this news, Jiang Lai was still performing surgery on the injured. As early as two days ago, when various departments came to the hospital to receive the wounded, he knew that this day would come eventually.

Some of the less injured soldiers and more important officers were taken back.

I heard that because of the hasty order, the retreat turned into a great defeat... This made Jiang Lai not know what to say. Simply put, the person he had tried so much to save was likely to die again on the way to retreat.

...

Tongren Hall.

Watanabe looked at the wounded in China and his face was calm because, they won.

This group of wounded people became their captives, but a group of wounded people had already been transferred, but it did not affect his mood.

They don't need to capture or something. After all, it's relatively troublesome to manage. If possible... he would rather die than die in this group of people.

Unfortunately, Dr. Jiang was kind-hearted and kind, and pulled many people back. According to reports from his subordinates, the total number of wounded soldiers in major hospitals was at least 5,000 or 6,000.

That's true, a lot of bargaining chips.

"Hello, Mrs. Jiang, I'm Saburo Watanabe. I hope to meet Dr. Jiang." He had already found out the good news, so he naturally knew Lin Wan's identity.

This is a teacher from Fresh Girls Middle School. She has a great foreign language and a beautiful person... She is also very beautiful. Dr. Jiang is really lucky.

Lin Wan frowned and looked at the devil. This man... didn't bring any soldiers? "Watanabe? Doctor?"

"It's me." Saburo Watanabe smiled. He was able to come in because the guard recognized his fake identity at that time.

"Teacher Lin, the Japanese insisted on meeting Dr. Jiang, saying that there was a major discussion, which was related to the lives of the wounded." Yang Dayong said softly beside Lin Wan. Otherwise, he would not have let the Japanese enter the hospital.
Chapter completed!