White Olive Tree

Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Song Ran rushed back to the Comprehensive University. People were coming and going in the school, and stretchers were coming in and out. The teaching building was converted into a temporary operating room and ward. The students acted as nurses and took care of the injured.
Song Ran had no time to think about it, so she went back to the dormitory building and took a towel, a few bottles of water, a few bags of bread and biscuits, plus an apple she bought the day before yesterday, stuffed them into a clean plastic bag, and quickly went downstairs.
She drove quickly toward the northwest suburbs of the city. At this time, I don't know if Li Zan is awake or not.
The sun has risen, and a thin layer of warm red gold spreads compassionately over this ancient city that has gone through suffering. Along the street are soldiers lying on the ground and resting, people who were separated in the war and struggling to find themselves, and the wounded dragging bloodstains...
But the face of the sleeping person is peaceful, and there is still hope in the eyes of the searching person.
The battle of Aara is over, but the war in this country is far from over.
In the rearview mirror, the eastern sky was filled with brilliant morning glow.
When I was studying, my history teacher said that some cities are alive. Even after a disaster, the scars will eventually be healed and we will rebuild.
She looked away from the mirror and looked firmly ahead.
......
The northwest suburb of Aare City, 1.5 kilometers outside Aare Fort.
The captured terrorists have been handed over to government forces for their disposal. The Cook Division is still counting its troops and equipment. There were more than a dozen units gathered for this battle, and the follow-up work was relatively cumbersome.
Pei Xiaonan and an Italian Doctors Without Borders were notified and came to treat the wounded. Two seriously injured soldiers have been sent to the hospital, while the remaining injuries are not serious and can be treated on the spot.
Even Pei Xiaonan, who has witnessed many war scenes, can't help but marvel at the strength of Cook's soldiers. If it had been an ordinary army, it would have suffered heavy casualties by now.
After she finished treating the injured soldiers, it was dawn before she knew it.
The sun has risen.
She looked around but didn't see Li Zan.
She specifically inquired, looking for an Asian. Most of Cook's soldiers were white and black, with very few Asian faces. Someone immediately knew that she was talking about Li Zan and pointed in the direction.
Pei Xiaonan walked around to the back of the headquarters and saw ruins. Li Zan fell to the ground and fell asleep.
The thin morning light shone on his face, but he didn't wake up. The sleeping face is quiet and soft, inexplicably soft, and not as silent and distant as when awake.
Pei Xiaonan took out a piece of gauze, unscrewed half a bottle of water and moistened the gauze. She walked softly to him and squatted down, trying to wipe off the blood and plaster on his face.
Just before she reached out to touch him, Li Zan suddenly opened his eyes, woke up, stood up, and drew his gun. In an instant, the gun was loaded and pointed at her head.
Pei Xiaonan raised her hands, her face turned pale, and her voice softened with fear: "Li Zan, it's me..."
Li Zan was also stunned for a moment, and his serious eyes faded away in an instant.
Pei Xiaonan knew that it was his reaction to being on the battlefield and laughed again: "He is indeed a soldier."
Li Zan frowned slightly and didn't answer. He retracted the gun, pushed the safety catch, and stuffed it into the holster. He unconsciously sat down to the side, widening the distance between him and her.
Pei Xiaonan noticed it, but didn't think about it deeply.
Li Zan was not fully awake yet, so he rested his elbows on his knees and held his forehead with the back of his hands for a while.
Pei Xiaonan handed him the gauze: "Wipe your face?"
He shook his head: "No, we'll do it when we get back to the camp."
"Are you hurt?"
"No."
"I see there are some scratches on your hands and face. How about I help you take care of them?"
He raised his head and smiled politely: "The team has medical soldiers and basic medicines. It will be convenient for me to go back and clean them before applying medicine."