He grabbed a military doctor beside him and shouted anxiously.
"Let's do stitch-up surgery. These soldiers who are seriously injured need stitch-up! Doctors, hurry up and do the stitch-up. Otherwise, their lives will be in danger!"
"Smor... thread? What thread? Miss, are you okay? What are you talking about?"
"What? Don't you know what thread surgery is? Don't you know what an operation is here? Have you ever seen sewing clothes? Then how do you intend to treat these badly injured soldiers?"
The military doctor was already very tired. Now he was confused by his question, but he answered her honestly.
"They are treated the same way as other wounded soldiers. In fact, they can't escape death! When the war is over, someone will pull them to the grave in the back hill, alas..."
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