Chapter 182 Wufu 19

Dynasty doesn't understand.

However, he checked the mine pointed out by his boss. It was indeed one of Zarath's subordinate industries. In recent years, the rare metals there have been dug up, and the mining area has been abandoned.

He also doesn't know how his boss deduced that Zaratul was going to drive the entire Gaomeng tribe to the mining area. This fact makes no sense, but what makes sense in such a broken place as Dana, maybe Zaratul wants to bring his subordinates on a whim. It is not impossible to play human flesh hunting, so it is not impossible to decide to push down the Gaomeng tribe.

In short, believe that the boss's judgment is right. As a good dog, he began to search for the fastest route to the mining area.

From their current location to the abandoned mine, there are two ways to go, one is a waterway, and the other is a dirt road that the major forces cut down trees and brutally for mining in the rainforest.

But no matter which way they go, they may encounter the heavily guarded Zaratul tribe.

The young comrade Dynasty looked at the vast forest in the distance, and didn't understand very much. He was still playing games at home a few days ago and ordering takeaways of lemon black tea.

He finally looked up at the cloudy sky, life is really impermanent...

However, his eldest brother obviously did not have these thoughts. The dynasty figured out the target location, and he immediately jumped back on the boat and led them from the waterway.

Compared with the land route, the water route is completely unobstructed, which is not conducive to concealment, but looking at his boss looking like he can't wait to go home now, the dynasty didn't dare to let it go.

The further we went, the more turbid the Dana River became, with muddy water all over the eyes, and a brick red color. The scenery on both sides of the strait is not as green and pleasant as before, and a large number of trees have been cut down. The Dana rainforest is rich in expensive wood species, such as mahogany, ebony, and rosewood. Every time the expensive wood species grows, there will be a large number of laborers and armed men with guns.

Every time he saw these places on the bank from the river, the dynasty felt that his heart would go to his throat.

It was probably because his boss had a frightening power that made the whole world shy away when he was stinking, and they didn't encounter any unsightly militants along the way.

Thank goodness.

At night, they tied their boats to the bank and camped by the river.

Anyway, don't expect to see the starry sky in the rainforest. There has been a round of heavy rain just now, and now it seems to be raining again. Dynasty killed all the mosquitoes in the tent and looked towards the river. In the dark night, his boss was barefoot, sitting alone by the river bank smoking a cigarette, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What's the matter with the **** boss recently? I feel very perverted," Kang An asked beside him.

"I don't know." Wang Dynasty said succinctly.

"Have you fallen out of love?"

Hearing this, Chao Dynasty rolled his eyes at Kang An: "How could the boss be lost in love?"

"That is how the matter?"

Wang Chao turned around, and shook Kang An's shoulders with both hands: "How dare you ask what's wrong? Isn't it because you recruited the boss to a place where you don't shit, the boss is so perverted!"

"There's a lot of bird poop here." Kang An said to him, pointing to a pile of macaws or other parrots on the top of the tent.

Comrade Xiao Wang hurriedly dodged to the side and almost vomited.

"It's not lovelorn, the boss is falling in love." Kang An suddenly said.

Dynasty opened his mouth wide, and was almost amazed at Kang An's reflex arc.

"It's the Mr. Lin you always peeked at. The boss turned out to be gay."

Kang An's tone was too calm, and Chao Dynasty patted the ground and said, "Don't talk about the boss's sexuality in such a way that the boss turns out to be a man!"

"It's normal to be gay, after all, so am I."

Wang Dynasty sighed in the sky and wanted to return to normal society and talk to people with normal brains.

"But Mr. Lin, he doesn't look like the type that the boss likes."

"Wait, how did you know that?"

"Because I always thought that a man like the boss would like silly Baitian, the kind of sweet, soft, little cake-like boys and girls." Kang An said to himself.

"Hello pervert, why should I discuss this topic with you!"

"Mr. Lin is different. Mr. Lin looks aloof and indifferent. When he bites it down, it's like a crystal that knocks his teeth. It turns out that the boss's taste is so hard, he deserves to be the boss." Kang An said with emotion.

"Isn't it good!"

"I feel bad."

"You are annoying, what's wrong!"

"Two people who are in love should complement each other. You see, I am a stinky and hard stone in the kennel, and your fifth brother is a flower fluttering in the wind."

"Why did my little fifth brother blindly see you?"

"Hey. But the boss and Mr. Nalin look more like a kind of person."

"Why didn't I see it, how did you see it, did you meet?"

"It's not, it's just a feeling that one is strong and the other is stronger. When it's good, it's okay. If they have a little conflict, do you think our boss' character will kill others head-on!"

"Kang An." Comrade Xiao Wang looked at the boss smoking by the river and suddenly wanted to light a cigarette.

"what?"

Comrade Xiao Wang kicked the man to the ground, grabbed Kang An's neck and roared, "You don't have to set a flag for Lao Tzu!"

...

On the vast sea, dilapidated fishing boats are still drifting.

In the dark cabin at the bottom of the fishing boat, Lin Chen didn't know that he had become the target of gossip.

He was very thirsty, his lips were peeling, his chest was pressed to his back with hunger, and the cabin smelled of dead fish and excrement and urine. With the turbulent waves, he estimated according to his circadian rhythm that the fishing boats have been on the sea for more than 12 hours, and they are likely to have reached the waters of other countries. Mature smuggling groups must have relatively safe routes, so it is unlikely that they will be intercepted by the coast guards of other countries, and they can only resign themselves to fate.

He leaned against the bulkhead and sat in the most energy-saving way, while Duanyang was taking care of patients not far from him.

During the 12-hour voyage without the sun, the wound on his palm was sore and itchy, and there was no sign of healing for a while, but it was not him who was most sick, but the middle-aged man who had spoken to them earlier.

A few hours ago, the middle-aged man suffered from acute abdominal pain. The cries of pain almost overwhelmed the roaring motor of the fishing boat. The first reaction of the villagers locked at the bottom of the fish tank was to knock on the nailed board. , but the people on the deck just asked "what happened" and left.

There was still the sound of footsteps going back and forth above their heads, but there was no sign of the sealed deck being opened again.

Villagers angrily banged on the decks, but got no response. After 12 hours without food, they quickly lost the strength to riot. The mood changed from anger to panic, and they realized that this gold rush trip must not be as good as they thought.

Without any medical equipment, Duanyang could only make a simple diagnosis for the villager. The initial judgment was acute gastric perforation. Although he did not know the cause of the disease, in the vast sea, even knowing this would be meaningless.

The middle-aged man was curled up in a ball, his face was as white as a corpse, and his expression was extremely painful. The previous shouting had exhausted all his strength, and he was in so much pain that he could not shout at all.

The two villagers and Duanyang were by his side. One of them held Duanyang and said anxiously, "Doctor, please save my brother, can you save him, right?"

Duanyang's fingers have been resting on the middle-aged man's neck, and the other hand is lightly pressing on his abdomen, without saying a word.

The villagers knelt in front of Duanyang with a plop and kowtowed hard: "You are a doctor, you can save people, my brother has five children at home, if something happens to him, I am afraid that his cruel mother-in-law will throw away the children and remarry, you must Save him!"

Perhaps hearing the child, the curled up middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Duanyang with hot tears. Not knowing where the strength came from, he grabbed Duan Yang's arm with one hand and held it tightly.

Seeing this situation, Lin Chen finally stood up. He supported the bulkhead, walked to Duanyang's side, and sat down with him next to the seriously ill middle-aged man.

Because of his actions, someone in the cabin began to sob softly.

Lin Chen looked at Duanyang, to his surprise, the young man's eyes were not red. With a calm and solemn expression, he loosened the fingers on the middle-aged man's bitter bark-like neck and held his hand.

"It's really tiring." The middle-aged man was relieved at the next moment, and Lin Chen saw a hint of hope in his gloomy expression, "Is it good to be dead?"

"Yes, that is liberation." Lin Chen said.

"My kids will always grow up."

"Even if your wife is unwilling to support them, our welfare system will ensure that they grow up safely to 18 years old."

"It's okay, my parents are still alive, but I can't be filial anymore."

"They might think you made a lot of money in Dana and don't want to go home."

"Yeah, it's fine if they think so."

The middle-aged man laughed. At the last moment of his life, he stayed on the smile of letting go of everything.

After Lin Chen finished speaking, he put his hand on the middle-aged man's face and gently closed his eyes.

The small sobbing in the cabin turned into a loud cry, and the death of the middle-aged man seemed to make everyone foresee their own future.

Lin Chen pulled Duan Yang back to their previous position and sat down.

Duanyang first touched his forehead, then simply measured his heartbeat, pulled his palm to check the wound, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Chen kept looking at him, probably because he stared at him for too long, Duanyang touched his face and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You're not quite what I imagined."

"Why is it different, do you think I'll burst into tears?"

Lin Chen didn't answer.

"I am a doctor after all. I have seen deaths much more tragic than this. Compared with your police officers, I am the one who deals with death every day."

"Um."

"I went to the hospital for an internship for the first time very early, and it was the teacher who took me."

"Teacher Duan?"

The young man was stunned for a while, but suddenly relieved, he scratched his head: "It's Teacher Duan, I like him very much, no, to be precise, I love him."

The confession came so suddenly, Lin Chen was a little surprised: "I didn't ask you that."

"There's nothing to hide, I just like the teacher. I remember the first time I saw a patient die, I was very sad and rushed out of the ward to cry. I thought it was my fault that I didn't save anyone. The teacher was in the ward at the time and knew about it."

"and then?"

"Then the teacher transferred me to the ICU and asked me to face critically ill patients every day."

Lin Chen was surprised: "So severe?"

"During that time, I probably cried every day, and I just didn't want to be a doctor. But it was fine after that. It was a long time later. It was almost the end of my internship when the teacher suddenly came to me."

"Um?"

"He took me to the morgue." Duanyang grinned, "The teacher asked me what I had experienced during this time."

"how do you say?"

"I said I'm numb, it won't be uncomfortable." Duanyang sighed, "The teacher looked at me very seriously when he heard this. He said that a person who is numb to death cannot become a good doctor. I'll change majors as soon as possible."

"You didn't change."

"Yeah, I didn't change it. After all, I still want to be a good doctor. At that time, I thought that doctors are not numb to death. How can I survive so many separations every day? That's what I asked the teacher."

The young man's eyes were beautiful, and Lin Chen looked at him quietly.

"The teacher told me that doctors can't be numb to death. What a doctor has to do is to respect death. What we respect is not the result of death, but the whole life process of human beings from birth to death. People always want to live longer. Avoid death for some time, but there is life and death. This is the law of life, and it is a painful but beautiful process. As doctors, we should look up to the process of life, straighten our backs, and face every time death initiates us. challenge."

After the young man finished speaking, the cries in the cabin continued, the speed of the fishing boat gradually slowed down, and the sound of the motor was still very loud.

He looked at the lonely electric light in the cabin and said, "That's nice."