Village Doctor's Magic Hands

In the sky, the pouring rain still doesn't mean to stop. The battle between Zhao Sanjin and Yi Jifeng has come to an end, and the scene is a little scary. Both of them were wrapped in blood, especially the blood gushing from Yi Jifeng's atrium, as if in sharp contrast to the weather that God could arrange.

Maybe it's the pity of heaven; Maybe it's mutual company. No matter what it is, it can't cover up the tragedy brought by this war.

Yi Jifeng clenched his teeth and pulled out the long knife in the atrium without saying a word. Seeing this scene, Zhao Sanjin crawled over with a heavy body.

Suddenly, Yi Jifeng grasped Zhao Sanjin's arm tightly, and his face looked very unwilling. Supporting his body, Zhao Sanjin helped him to himself, and his face was full of sadness.

The choked throat didn't know whether it was because of the weakness of the body or feeling, and his words became light and trembling. Put Yi Jifeng on his shoulder, and Zhao Sanjin whispered, "Captain, captain."

Zhao Sanjin actually knows one thing very well. If Yi Jifeng didn't take the initiative to attack and reveal his flaws, even if Zhao Sanjin fought his old life today, there is no way to kill Yi Jifeng.

Up to now, Zhao Sanjin finally understood why Yi Jifeng said such a sentence before the start of the war: "after this war, we are still brothers."

It turned out that Yi Jifeng was ready to die.

"Falcon, cough..." Yi Jifeng's weak voice came out of the corner of his mouth with spilled blood. He just said a few words, but the degree of injury made it difficult for him to support.

"You say, you say the captain, I'm listening." Zhao Sanjin obviously panicked. He trained under the same roof and lived for three or five years. On the battlefield, he can rest assured to give his back to each other's life and death brothers. At this moment, he is about to die in his own hands. How can Zhao Sanjin not panic?

"Falcon." on Yi Jifeng's body, the cold killing breath has long disappeared, and his dark eyes have returned to normal. Even if his body twitches vigorously, he still insists on opening his mouth: "for three years, I Yi Jifeng has never forgotten any of you."

Yi Jifeng spoke slowly without cumbersome explanation, nor did he care whether Zhao Sanjin believed or not, because the tacit understanding between the brothers had already reached the point where there was no need for interpretation. It can be said that as long as it is said by Yi Jifeng, Zhao Sanjin will believe unconditionally.

From the past to the present, if there will be a future, it will be so.

Zhao Sanjin didn't speak, but he let the uncontrollable tears roll down.

What man doesn't shed tears easily. It's bullshit, but it's not sad.

Sure enough, after two heavy breaths, Yi Jifeng's body became more unsupported. Zhao Sankin panicked. Then he remembered to take Yi Jifeng to the hospital: "stop, stop, let's go to the hospital, you will survive."

Zhao Sanjin said something he didn't believe. The new house was pierced by a broken knife. Even if his grandfather was alive, he didn't have the ability to repair his heart.

Holding Zhao Sanjin's palm tightly, Yi Jifeng didn't answer this matter, as if he was wasting his life by saying more useless words.

Helpless, Zhao Sanjin can only accept his life.

"After retirement, you should be glad for the captain, because my ability has been favored by the evil wind."

Yi Jifeng smiled bitterly and recalled those old events. He deliberately gave the atmosphere a bit of humor, which made Zhao Sanjin laugh, shook his head and said, "the captain is still so humorous."

"Yes, the evil wind caught my family and forced me to do things for them with all their lives." Yi Jifeng moved his body hard in order to raise his head and take a look at Zhao Sanjin, and then continued: "do you think I still have a choice?"

"That's my fucking family." when Yi Jifeng said this, the whole person obviously became violent. The seeping breath made Zhao Sanjin afraid.

You can imagine how angry Yi Jifeng was when he learned about it.

However, even so, he still did not choose to let their brothers to help him. Because he knew very well that the soldiers he taught would rush up at the first time in a word, regardless of life or death.

No way, this is a soldier, but also a brother.

However, in order not to affect everyone, Yi Jifeng chose to resist all this alone, and suffered the misunderstanding of all of them.

Such a knot, entangled, is three years.

At this time, Zhao Sanjin can only nod his head gently under the narration of Yi Jifeng. In addition, he can't do anything.

"Wow."

Suddenly, Yi Jifeng gushed out a big mouthful of blood. The bright red blood rolled down the ragged leather clothes, but it was washed away by the ruthless rain three or five seconds later.

This vast world seems to be in contrast with Yi Jifeng's tragic appearance at the moment. I'm afraid it's the ruthless rain.

At least, under the scouring of the rain, both Yi Jifeng and Zhao Sanjin looked fresh except that they were wet.

"Before I die, I'll give you a piece of advice." after Yi Jifeng coughed twice, his voice became a little lower, but he insisted: "be careful, Shangguan Wan'er. I know what you're thinking, but you must put your life first."

Yi Jifeng waved his fist difficultly and blew it gently on Zhao Sanjin's chest.

"En." Zhao Sanjin didn't say much, but squeezed the soft and weak fist that Yi Jifeng roared, filled his strength with Yi Jifeng's fist, and beat his chest hard.

This once familiar and now strange feeling, Zhao Sanjin has not felt it for too long. Even if he is seriously injured, he doesn't mind finding this feeling after many years of absence again.

"You boy..." Yi Jifeng didn't take out his hand forcibly, not only because he didn't have the strength, but also because he had the same idea as Zhao Sanjin.

"Come on, let's go home." this time, Zhao Sanjin didn't continue to call Yi Jifeng to the hospital, because he knew that Yi Jifeng was hopeless. He just went home to find a good treasure place for him to bury.

With a grateful look at Zhao Sanjin, Yi Jifeng shook his head and didn't mean to leave this place.

He felt that in the heavy rain, they talked quietly, and then there was no more

"Yi Jifeng has a clear conscience all his life, but I regret two things." Yi Jifeng forcibly twitched his fingers, put on a 'I'm very two' shape, and said: "the first is to leave the army and join the evil wind, and the second is to be infected with poison."

Yi Jifeng didn't continue to speak, and Zhao Sanjin was obviously stunned.

Poison - product, it's more powerful than the evil wind. You can't really survive or die.

However, things have developed to this point. What's the use of these? Zhao Sanjin didn't mean to dislike at all, but opened his mouth faintly: "no matter what it is, it can't change the reality that you are my captain."

That's it. It's no use saying more.

Zhao Sanjing understood, and Yi Jifeng also understood. Both of them were enough.

"Yi Jifeng doesn't ask for help all his life. Before he dies, I want you to take care of my family..." Yi Jifeng's voice is getting smaller and smaller, and his breathing is getting weaker and weaker until he can't hear anything behind.

As if everything stopped at this moment.

"Captain..." Zhao Sanjin shouted at the top of his voice, because he found that Yi Jifeng was completely silent this time.

The rolling tears seemed to compete with the raindrops in the sky. At this moment, all of them poured out. No one could tell whether what wet them was a drop of tears or a trickle of rain.

The past emerged. Yi Jifeng appointed a captain, carefully taught him, and spent three years adhering to the concept of sweating more during practice and bleeding less during wartime.

At that time, Zhao Sanjin joined the army because of his grandfather, but he felt that meeting Yi Jifeng and his party was the greatest luck in his life.

Unfortunately, all this is over.

The heavy rain is still falling, but it has become a little smaller, as if it has changed from ruthlessness to compassion.

Gently put Yi Jifeng on the ground. Zhao Sanjin picked up the broken knife drawn out by Yi Jifeng and slowly climbed over to Liu Yingying. His energy was overdrawn. Zhao Sanjin had no strength to stand up. He climbed over just because Liu Yingying was still tied. Otherwise, Zhao Sanjin wanted to sleep with Yi Jifeng.

Less than ten meters away, Zhao Sankin climbed for more than a minute, and Liu Yingying sobbed heartily. Although she couldn't hear the conversation between Zhao Sanjin and Yi Jifeng, she knew it was heartbreaking to see their faces. Now, but for myself, I climb over a little.

No man has ever been able to do this for her, even his father.

Even if Liu Yingying is in the cold heart, I'm afraid he has only been melted.

Even, seeing Zhao Sanjin's appearance now, Liu Yingying thought about it several times. It would be nice if he were killed by Yi Jifeng directly. In this way, Zhao Sanjin will not be involved, and his former captain will not die under Zhao Sanjin's knife today.

Of course, none of this was possible. Zhao Sankin tried his best to cut the rope tied to Liu Yingying's body. The heavy rain drenched the latter's whole body, and the sexy underwear he wore inside was unreservedly clear. Unfortunately, Zhao Sankin didn't want to enjoy the "beautiful scenery" at this time.

"Thank you." after tearing the rags in her mouth, Liu Yingying burst into tears. After all, she is a girl. Where have you seen such a tragic scene?

At the same time, Zhao Sanjin seemed to have exhausted his last strength and passed out before he could say a word.