Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

"Want to learn from me?" After the old man finished acupuncture, his eyes fell on the child with rolling eyes and asked with a smile.

Jiang Jiyun quickly shook his head and explained seriously, "No, I didn't! I was looking openly. I have a master who will teach me in the future. We are just separated temporarily now."

The old man nodded after hearing this, and seemed quite satisfied with Jiang Jiyun's answer. Then he said to himself, "It's not that I'm afraid of you learning, but I'm afraid that you might hurt others if you try to save them before you learn it."

Jiang Jiyun nodded seriously. "Thank you, sir. I know. I won't be able to start acupuncture until I learn it."

Seeing her assurance, the old man looked at the person on the bed whose temperature had not yet dropped and said with relief, "I don't know how much you gave him. Aren't you afraid that his body will explode?"

When Jiang Jiyun heard this, his heart tightened and he subconsciously shrank his neck, then buried his head like an ostrich, as if this could avoid the old man's questioning.

After a while, Jiang Jiyun felt that the old man should no longer pay attention to her, so she carefully raised her head and continued to observe her brother's situation.

As she watched, she suddenly discovered a problem and asked in confusion: "Why does my brother's skin look like it's dyed?"

The old man sitting nearby sneered when he heard Jiang Jiyun's question, "Haha...it's a blessing that your brother didn't explode and die!"

Jiang Jiyun was startled by the old man's words. She stared at him with wide eyes to make sure if he was joking.

Doctor Ning looked around and saw that there was nothing for them to do. In addition, the operating room was quite busy, so he said to everyone, "You should go to the operating room first to change people. Everyone should take turns to rest for a while, otherwise the shaking hands will hurt the injured soldiers."

Several other doctors followed him out. They did need to rest for a while as it was time to go back to their battlefield to fight.

The tent was filled with a strong smell of medicine and blood, and the seriously wounded were lying in a mess on the simple beds.

Some were missing arms and legs, some were wrapped in thick bandages, and their faces were as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

These soldiers who once fought bravely on the battlefield can now only lie helplessly on the hospital beds, enduring the double torture of body and mind.

Jiang Jiyun stood next to Jiang Jiyuan, his eyes slowly sweeping over each seriously injured person, and a pang of pain pierced his heart.

She saw many young and tender faces. These lives, which should have been full of vigor and vitality, had become so fragile because of the war.

Jiang Jiyun secretly made up his mind that when exchanging supplies with Sister Chuchu in the future, he must take the issue of prosthetic limbs into consideration.

Although these seriously injured people have lost their limbs, they are still alive and they should have the opportunity to stand up again and live a normal life.

Jiang Wenming sat quietly on the stool without saying a word, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, he heard Jiang Jiyun's stomach rumbling, and he came to his senses.

Jiang Wenming stood up, walked over to Jiang Jiyun, and said softly, "I'll go prepare some food. Does the old man have any dietary restrictions?"

The old man checked the time on his pocket watch and replied with a smile, "My last name is Zhu, so you can call me Uncle Zhu. I don't have any dietary restrictions, as long as I can fill my stomach."

Jiang Wenming nodded, turned and walked out of the tent.

Jiang Jiyun watched his departing back. She knew that her uncle was a thoughtful person and would definitely prepare meals for everyone.

Jiang Jiyun saw that there were still so many wounded in the tent, and it was definitely not enough for Jiang Wenming to prepare food alone.

So she had an idea, and in her space there were several large buckets of stewed bone soup with meat and several baskets of steamed buns and pancakes.

She took out the food from the space without hesitation and stuffed it into her uncle's space.

He also put two buckets of his favorite pumpkin porridge, as well as a bunch of big apples and ordinary porridge, until his uncle's space was full.

Jiang Wenming went outside and looked at the food in the space. It seemed that he was just a porter again.

After a while, Jiang Jiyun heard someone outside the tent shouting, "Come over here, some people, pour the hot bone soup in this wooden barrel to the wounded."

Jiang Wenming said loudly, "Take the steamed buns and flatbreads. The flatbreads are a little cold. Soak them in hot soup and eat them."

As the aroma of the broth grew stronger in the air, the wounded soldiers in the tents finally had their fill of it.

The doctors were worried that their stomachs might not be able to handle the sudden overeating of meat, so they gave each person a large bone with meat on it, two steamed buns, a pancake, and a large apple.

While waiting for dinner and removing the needles, Old Man Zhu was not idle. He quickly took out a set of special tools from the toolbox and skillfully cut the precious ginseng into thin slices.

After cutting the ginseng, he packed up the slices and handed them to Jiang Jiyun with regret.

Seeing what Old Man Zhu did, Jiang Jiyun took the ginseng slice from him, then took out half and handed it to him.

She smiled and said, "Grandpa Zhu, please keep this half. If any soldier needs ginseng, please give it to them."

Mr. Zhu originally wanted to refuse, but when he heard Jiang Jiyun's words, his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

He took a deep breath, seemed to have struggled internally, and then slowly said: "Well, if that's the case, then I, an old fellow, will shamelessly accept it."

After Jiang Wenming finished dealing with the matters outside, he returned to Jiang Jiyuan's bedside with his lunch box.

At this time, there was no trace of pain on Jiang Jiyuan's face, and the silver needle in his body had been taken away.

However, he saw that Jiang Jiyuan's face was still red, redder than the big red lantern.

Jiang Wenming curiously reached out and lifted the quilt, wanting to check Jiang Jiyuan's physical condition.

When he saw the scene under the quilt, he was speechless. His whole body was red.

Jiang Wenming turned his head and looked at Jiang Jiyun and Old Man Zhu, who were leaning against each other and whispering something, completely unaware of his arrival.

Jiang Wenming shook his head helplessly, muttering to himself, "I wonder if Xiao Yuan will be so angry that he'll chase after people and beat them up when he opens his eyes and finds out that his own sister has turned him into a little celebrity?"

He sighed and handed two lunch boxes of pumpkin porridge to the two people who were discussing medicine.

Mr. Zhu listened to the little girl discussing with him what happened in the city last night. He casually took some lunch boxes and started eating.

Jiang Jiyun disliked the bland and tasteless stewed bones, so he secretly took out a few braised bones, and Mr. Zhu took them and ate them without hesitation.

"Grandpa Zhu, are your teeth still so good at your age?" Jiang Jiyun looked in shock at the old man opposite him who was holding the braised bones and chewing them until they were crispy.