death of hope

Chapter 216 "Enterprise Warrior" (132) Blue Lake

Walk along the stone steps, climb over the ridge, and witness the most magnificent spectacle in New Vegas-Sapphire Lake.

The ridge at the foot of the north-south ridge is like the dividing line between the mortal world and the sanctuary. The south side is a temple built by humans, and the north side is a miracle of nature.

As the name suggests, the lake is so blue that it is unreal, and it is difficult for even painters to mix such bright paint.

Pure, clear, refreshing.

Like a cold blade of ice, piercing into Sigdrifa's heart, she temporarily forgot her sad childhood, and everything around her changed, as if she exhaled blue carbon dioxide with every breath.

I have been mediocre all my life, and I have never witnessed such a miraculous beauty,
I opened my mouth to praise, but found that no human words can describe the magnificence, beauty, surprise and shock of this lake.
Sigurdlifa was moved to tears. No wonder Master Fang Gan strongly recommends that all guests come to Houshan to have a look. If they don’t come, they will regret it for a lifetime.

Surrounded by a circle of higher-altitude snow-capped mountains in the distance, forming a natural defense barrier for the temple, the blue lake is in the heart of the entire mountain range, and the surging underground water system is her arteries and veins. This seemingly barren and decadent planet , is actually full of vitality.

The bank is covered with white sand and salt grains, and several monks in long robes are kneeling piously, occasionally getting up, soaking their wooden rosary beads in the lake water, hoping to obtain divine enlightenment.

She understood why the monks of the first group of immigrants built temples here despite hardships and hardships. The Sapphire Lake has a natural sense of religious sanctity, which can calm the loudest people instantly, which is of great benefit to Buddhist practice.

The monks firmly believe that the lake was formed hundreds of millions of years ago, it is [-] meters deep, and there is a giant Buddha at the bottom of the lake.

When Sigdrifa staggered past with her injured foot, the monks folded their hands and saluted her, chanting obscure scriptures from other places.

(These people believe that we are reinforcements sent by the Buddha to punish evil and promote good, and to defend the holy land.) She thought, (Unfortunately they are wrong, we are here only for the benefit of federal politicians and companies, as for civilians Businessmen and politicians don't care about life and death.)
Next to a miniature pagoda about three meters high made of rubble, she saw the graves of the soldiers who died in the battle to defend the monastery, including the wandering musician.

The last words were engraved on the stele as an epitaph; "Friends, please don't bury my guitar, someone will like it."

(Your wish has come true.) She thought; (A soldier, a veteran, played beautiful notes with it, soulful notes.)
Walking through a row of gravel pagodas, seeing the broad back,

Captain Marcus Lynch is standing on a large rock by the lake, alone, so lonely that it hurts.

"How did you come?"

"Master Fang Gan recommends the scenery here."

"It's really beautiful."

"I don't even want to leave."

"That won't work, the company's transport plane is coming to pick you up soon."

"Captain, you are really a straight man of steel, you can't afford even a half-joke."

"We have been together for so long, you should all know what kind of character I am." Lynch turned his head and looked at the blood-stained bandage on his foot with concern:
"It still hurts to be able to persist until here?"

"pain."

"Come here, I'm bringing a medical kit, help you re-bandage, and then inject a quick-acting anesthetic."

"Thank you."

Lynch rolled her trouser legs up to her knees, revealing her snow-white calf, and her rough hands began to unbutton the bandage. Sigurd Lifa was a little embarrassed:
"Oops! It's festered, it stinks, ahem... I feel uncomfortable even smelling it myself."

"It doesn't matter, I've been on the battlefield for half my life, and the smell of corpses and blood. I don't care anymore."

Every veteran is half a military doctor. Lynch leaned on his heel and looked closely at the injured toe. The bull's hot snort sprayed on the sole of the foot, making the other side red with embarrassment.

(Could this guy be a BT? A foot fetish?)
Then, Lynch didn't give her another chance to think wildly, and turned the wound with a sterile cotton swab and tweezers dipped in iodine:

"Oh...it hurts...it hurts! What are you doing! You idiot! Can you be gentle!"

"What are you calling for, and you haven't hurt your muscles or bones. Hey, Sig, there is good news and bad news. Which one should you listen to first?"

"Damn it! You've learned how to joke now!" Sigurdriffa distorted his face in pain, "Oh...it hurts so bad! Let go of your fart!"

"The good news is that the cause of your pain has been found. Half of your nail was driven into the flesh by the bullet. I didn't see it in bad light before."

"This is good news! Whoops...it hurts! Stop pulling with tweezers!"

"The bad news is that the painkillers were all used up by the bearded Mahmadi, and I had to grab them with pliers and pull them out."

"Oh, God……"

Sigurdrie Fatton felt dizzy, her calf twisted,
She has endured a lot of hardships and suffered a lot in her life, but this kind of pain that touches her heart is really unbearable.

"By the way, bite something in your mouth, so as not to bite your tongue later... This towel is fine, open your mouth."

"What a fart! This is too dirty! There are nose hairs on it! Captain, you never wash towels!"

"Pure men never wash towels."

"Go ahead, it's pure laziness!"

Just as she was digging out her pocket to look for a handkerchief, Lynch caught the nail fragments with pliers and pulled them out forcefully.

"Ouch!"

With a horrific scream,

Red blood and white pus gushed out instantly,
Lynch moved swiftly, clamping her calf with her strong and powerful arms to prevent her from moving.
Throw away the nail fragments, squeeze out the blood and pus, give an injection of mixed antibiotics, fill the wound with cotton wool, and then quickly wrap it with gauze three times to fix it.

"Okay, you're done, the rest will wait until the doctor arrives."

Sigurdlifa felt that she was about to faint from the pain, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat. It took her a long time to recover. She barely supported herself on her elbows, and stared at the other party viciously:

"Because of the quarrel in the previous mission, did you intentionally torture and retaliate against me?"

"Wrong, this is all for your own good. This trick is called distraction method. When the wounded is unprepared, quickly disinfect and bandage it. Anyway, the pain will pass after a while."

"Okay...you are always right...when you get hurt, don't fall into my hands."

"Women, it's really difficult to serve." Lynch smiled and shook his head.

"Now that the dressing is over, can you let go of my leg? It's numb from your grip."

"Oh, I forgot, I really can't accept it."

"Thank you, captain, it hurt for a while, but it's much better now."

"Do you want me to carry you back?"

"No, I want to stay by this lake for a while."

(End of this chapter)