Actually, before that platoon commander was stretchered over, the soldiers who carried him here had given up hope.
Although they were not doctors, they could still understand that after a person was hacked in the abdomen with an axe and spilled their guts, not even God could save them, especially if the treatment was delayed for half an hour.
So, the soldiers had only cried in front of the hospital because they had lost their rationality. But little did they expect that with Nicholai’s stitching and Milo’s application of the black medicine, their platoon commander’s pale face actually turned pink again.
The scariest thing was that their platoon commander’s crotch suddenly hardened!
A soldier wiped his tears and muttered, “Comrades, a dead person shouldn’t react that way, right?”
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