Mo Ruyue disinfected her hands. "Wei Yi, take the medicine box and follow me."
Mo Ruyue also noticed that Wei Yi was unwilling to leave her no matter what, so he helped her carry the medicine box. This box was quite heavy, and if Chun Hua had to carry it all by herself, she would probably not be able to hold on for long.
Mo Ruyue resisted the urge to scold the military doctors. They had been here for so long and had gotten used to it for so many years. Besides, the medical conditions here were not that good. They had already done their best by using the crudest method to stop their injuries in time.
All they had to do was not talk nonsense and do their best to help.
Who had the conditions? Who didn't want to use the best method to treat these injured people?
"Your leg has to be amputated."
An old man with a white beard said to a soldier whose leg had been bent.
The young soldier immediately wailed miserably.
