White Olive Tree

Chapter 64

Chapter 64
Li Zan was shot in the leg and was immediately sent to the hospital.  The moment the hospital bed was moved into the operating room, he suddenly jumped up and grabbed Song Ran, but the medical staff forced him down on the hospital bed and pushed him in.
Song Ran chased him to the door, and there was the sound of blades and iron tools being thrown to the ground.  The hospital bed, operating table, shelves, iron plates, and surgical instruments were all banged together.  The doctors and nurses in Dongguo were shouting.
She knocked on the door and went in, and saw Li Zan dragging his right leg that was shot and bleeding, and bending his old injured left leg to lie beside the mobile hospital bed, barely supporting his body with his elbow.  His whole body was alert and tense, and he held a scalpel in his other hand, threatening and protecting everyone.
"You are safe now! We are doctors, good people!" Doctors and nurses surrounded him on both sides, trying to comfort him, but they did not dare to touch the blade in his hand.
The two sides are in a stalemate.
He grabbed the mobile hospital bed and stepped back, but his legs could not stand upright. When the hospital bed rolled, he lost support and fell to the ground suddenly, and the scalpel flew out.  He immediately went to catch him, but the medical staff around him saw the opportunity and pounced on him to subdue him.
He pushed and kicked everyone away and rolled under the hospital bed. He stood up with all his strength, grabbed the hospital bed and swung them away, sweeping everyone away.  The storage shelves were swept to the floor, and the iron surgical instruments were in a mess.

"A-Zan!"
Li Zan quickly scanned the end of the bed in front of Song Ran and suddenly stopped. Li Zan held on to the bed and looked at her with a pair of dark eyes through the messy hair.  He was breathing rapidly, panting heavily.  His injured right leg was bleeding; he seemed to have no feeling, standing on his feet and staring at her.
"A-Zan..." Song Ran held the end of the mobile hospital bed, stretched out her hand toward him, and stepped forward, "Don't you remember me?"
Li Zan's dry lips wriggled, and a voice came out of his throat, hoarse and vague: "Ran Ran."
Song Ran's eyes suddenly heated up. Just as he was about to say something, his expression changed. He staggered forward and grabbed the hand she offered, pulling her behind him to protect her. He grabbed the hospital bed with his other hand and stared at the person in the operating room.  Help the doctors.
"A-Zan!" Song Ran hugged him and reached out to touch his face.
He quickly turned back to look at her, and then immediately stared at the group of people with vigilance.
"A-Zan, look at me." Song Ran turned his face away forcefully, "They are doctors, not bad people. They are doctors!"
Li Zan stared at her, his eyes straight and stubborn, like a baby looking at the only existence in his world.
He was stunned, listening to her words.
A doctor took the opportunity to step forward and quickly gave him a needle in the back of his neck.  Li Zan's eyes changed and he turned around to fight back.  Song Ran rushed forward and hugged his neck tightly. Li Zan struggled but did not break away.  The doctor had finished the injection and quickly backed away.
"It's okay." She held his head and comforted him, "A-Zan, it's okay!"
As soon as he said these words, his body began to tremble violently, and his hand held her neck, exactly where the bullet left the scar.  Song Ran suddenly remembered that the last words she said to him before she was shot that night were: "A-Zan, it's okay."
He hugged her tightly, clutching her neck tightly, his head pressed against her cheek, and tears flowed out like a torrent.
That low cry, filled with endless heartbreak and despair, actually overlapped with the cry in her dream.
The anesthetic took effect quickly, and he fell unconscious and fell on top of her.  Seeing that Song Ran couldn't hold on any longer, the medical staff immediately came over and lifted him onto the hospital bed.
With tears on her face, Song Ran followed closely, but the nurse stopped her and pushed her out: "Sorry, please get out."
Song Ran was pushed out of the operating room, and the door slammed shut.
She held on to the cold door, slowly squatted down and hugged herself.  There was no strength left in his body, and he couldn't even shed tears.  She sat weakly on the ground, leaning her head against the wall, waiting silently.
Morgan squatted by the wall, clasping his lowered head with both hands, and a tear fell to the ground: "God, what on earth has he experienced?"
"Why?" he asked, "Why?"
But in the quiet corridor, no one could respond.
A full four hours later, Li Zan was pushed out of the operating room with his eyes closed and his face pale.
His hair was cut short, and all the dirt and scars all over his body were cleaned.  The dirt was also washed away from his face, and he was horribly thin.  There is a long scar from behind the ear to the neck, extending into the collar.
He was wearing a summer short-sleeved hospital gown, and his exposed arms were skinny and bony, with layer upon layer of scars.
In the ward, the doctor introduced the condition to Harvey and Morgan: "...The body is very weak and malnourished. He is 187cm tall and loses weight to only 54 kilograms. ... There are injuries everywhere on the body and he has been tortured for a long time. ...  Three small fingers and two toes were broken, and the hamstring of the left foot was broken. There were many fractures on the body, but without treatment, they healed automatically in the end. A small piece of the tip of the tongue was missing, but fortunately it did not affect talking and eating.  Physical injuries are secondary. What we need most right now is a psychiatrist. Although to a certain extent, it won’t be of much use.”
Song Ran didn't know or listen.  She leaned beside the hospital bed and stroked his thin fingers.  His fingers were not cut off at the base. The little finger and ring finger of his right hand were broken at the first knuckle; the little finger of his left hand was also broken.
Just by looking at it, she was in so much pain that she could hardly breathe.
There is an intravenous drip hanging next to the hospital bed.