Chronicle of the Republic of China

Dr. Andre's clinic is adjacent to Yihe Road, about a hundred meters away.

Relying on this little girl to lead the way, Fang Wuyu saw half of the sign at the entrance of the clinic was crooked by a fallen telephone pole, and all the white curtains were drawn, as if deliberately contrasting with the scorched and charred scene on the street.

The brat was about to run to the door, but Fang Wuyu carried her back by the collar, and showed her the enemy's location.

There are two Japanese soldiers on the building diagonally opposite the clinic, showing a little army green back.The bear child was amazed by his eyesight, and obediently did not dare to act rashly again.She was bored when she was free, so she pointed to the small bright red stamp on the clinic signboard to test whether Fang Wuyu's eyesight was really that good, and asked him if he could see the shape clearly.

This girl is not only stupid, but also has a rough nerve. She almost died at the gunpoint of the Japanese. She escaped all the way, and she is still in the mood to play games with Fang Wuyu.And Fang Wuyu really squinted his eyes to see what kind of people saved what kind of people. This big and small ones are neurotics and neurotics, and everyone is a fellow patient.

After seeing it clearly, Fang Wuyu understood why a whole street of stores had been smashed up, and only this clinic was spared.

With Fang Wuyu's excellent eyesight, he saw that it was a swastika flag.

After waiting for more than half an hour, I finally looked forward to the two Japanese soldiers leaving.After they left, they saw a corner of the clinic's curtains being lifted, and a tall, blond man was standing in front of the window.

"Doctor Andre!" The brat whispered.

Dr. Andre is a German who has been in China for five years.Usually not only practicing medicine, but also preaching and serving as a priest in the church.He is very tall, about 1.9 meters, with a thick back and thick blond hair, he is as burly as a lion, and his image is quite amazing.He was, however, well mannered and clearly well educated.Fang Wuyu guessed that he was born in an aristocratic family in Germany, and it would cost a lot of money to travel across the ocean, not to mention that he could still afford to open this clinic.

The Nazi symbol on the signboard of the clinic was painted by Dr. Andre himself, just the second day after the Japanese started burning, killing and looting in Nanjing.He couldn't find the Nazi party flag to hang on the signboard for a while, so he had to draw it by hand.Dr. Andre was not a member of the Nazis, and he had never joined any organization in Germany. It was purely a fluke to draw this logo, but he did not expect that it would actually play a role in keeping his clinic from being invaded by Japanese soldiers.

There is a wide basement below the clinic, which was originally used by Dr. Andre to store wine, but now it accommodates about 20 civilians and two wounded Chinese soldiers.

Dr. Andre gave Fang Wuyu a piece of bread and half a bottle of whiskey, and joked with Fang Wuyu that he had collected good wine for many years, and when food was in short supply, he used it to fill his stomach.

The whiskey was very strong, burning in Fang Wuyu's stomach.Dr. Andre checked his injury, re-sterilized and applied medicine to bandage him. He frowned and told Fang Wuyu that the wound had not been well healed, and he might suffer sequelae in the future.Fang Wuyu drank the old wine, and the heart-stirring all the way made the pain at the moment become insignificant. He asked drunkenly, would he die.Doctor Andre quickly shook his head to comfort him, but that would not be the case.Fang Wuyu smiled and whispered, what are you afraid of.

Even if he only has one leg, he still has to survive and walk in front of Meng Xisheng.

Fang Wuyu escaped the flames of war in that basement and became one of more than 20 people, relying on Dr. Andre and the swastika to survive in the cloudy city of Nanjing.

They didn't have much food, and every time Andre went out to look for food. If he was unlucky, he would meet one or two Japanese soldiers. He relied on his obvious foreigner appearance and German speaking to fish in troubled waters. The Japanese soldiers were not sure where he was coming from. Lu, dare not offend his "ally" casually, and usually let him go.

Often Andrea would not only bring back food, but also the wounded.Due to his bounden duty of saving lives and healing the wounded, he couldn't remain indifferent.He saves the common people and also saves the Chinese soldiers. Anyway, he has achieved this step, so he is not afraid to save one by one. Even if the Japanese soldiers will come to destroy his clinic tomorrow and kill all the asylum seekers in the basement, at least he can Give them an extra day.

Once Andre came back with a seriously wounded soldier in his arms, kicked open the door of the operating room, and wanted to operate on the wounded.He called Fang Wuyu out of the basement and asked Fang Wuyu to help him.

Fang Wuyu looked at the scarred body and said, "I won't."

Andre didn't raise his head, his face was serious: "It's okay. Whatever I tell you, you do."

The operation was a success, afterward Fang Wuyu and Andre went to the sink to wash the blood off their hands.Fang Wuyu watched the blood that didn't belong to him flow down the sewer, and Andre praised him in his ear, you did a good job.

This became the cause of everything later on, and it can be said that it changed Fang Wuyu's life trajectory.

Andre began to teach Fang Wuyu medical skills.In the beginning, it was just to let him learn first aid knowledge, so that Fang Wuyu could take his place and help the wounded change their dressings when he was not around.Later, Andre saw a strange characteristic from Fang Wuyu, which led him to have the idea of ​​accepting apprentices.

That was Fang Wuyu's calmness.That day, Andre came back with the wounded in his arms, opened the door of the basement, and wanted to find someone to help him. The first name that came to his mind was Fang Wuyu, and he didn't even know why.

For Fang Wuyu, it was the first time he was on the operating table. Facing the shocking injury, Andre didn't see any panic on his face. He calmly followed his request and performed unfamiliar movements that he had never done before. , the hands did not shake, the whole body was tense, but unusually stable.

Fang Wuyu is smart and quick-witted. He is not afraid of blood, and he can look directly at the most terrible wounds. It only takes a short time to memorize the human nervous system. He is not easy to provoke, so he thinks that he must have excellent medical skills and thus feels a sense of dependence.

All signs made Andre think that Fang Wuyu should be a doctor by nature, he must study medicine, otherwise it would be a waste of talent.

Fang Wuyu said to Andre at that time, have you read Lu Xun's "Mr. Fujino".Andre read all the books, he nodded, and looked deeply at Fang Wuyu, thinking that the other party was going to disappoint him.

"Do you want to learn from Mr. Lu Xun?" Andre asked.

Fang Wuyu smiled: "No. I just thought of it suddenly." After a while he said, "I'll learn, Mr. Andre, teach me."

Andre laughed very happily when he heard this.

Fang Wuyu read Mr. Fujino before, but he didn't have a strong feeling for saving the country, so he threw it aside after reading it.Naturally, he couldn't learn from Mr. Lu Xun, and he didn't want to.Being a doctor is good, and it is a good thing to have a skill. If he is lucky enough to survive the war, he will not be able to spend the rest of his life in the antique market every day.Studying medicine is a proper way, it can save others, and the most important thing is to save yourself.

Once, Fang Wuyu and Andre were drunk and chatted in front of the door of the operating room.Andre Fang Wuyu said that he was very nervous when he was on the operating table for the first time, and he almost vomited when he saw his belly cut open for the first time. He turned his head, stared at Fang Wuyu, and finally asked him, why do you seem to be Not afraid at all.

Fang Wuyu uttered the truth after drinking, and answered without hesitation, the wound did not grow on me, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Unexpectedly, Andre almost burst into tears after hearing this. The 1.9-meter tall man stared at Fang Wuyu with his eyes wide open.At that time Andre understood that Fang Wuyu was a person who had no feelings for helping the world. His calmness was not because he wanted to save a life, but because the life or death of that life had little to do with him.

Andre suddenly felt that he had made a wrong decision, and he almost wanted to hit the wall with regret.

Fang Wuyu didn't know that he was thinking so complicated in his heart, so he changed the subject and asked Andre why he came to China.

Andre was born in a German aristocratic family and learned many languages ​​since he was a child. He said that he liked the beauty of the East when he was a child. He read ancient Chinese poems and Liu Yong's "Watching the Sea Tide", so he wanted to go to Hangzhou, China, and felt that " Clouds and trees surround the embankment and sand, raging waves roll in frost and snow, and the sky has no limit." It is very magnificent, and I yearn for the heart of the Qiantang River.Later, he traveled around the world and traveled to many places, and finally fulfilled his wish. He enjoyed the scenery beside the West Lake in Hangzhou, went to watch the tide on the Qiantang River, and finally stopped and stopped, and for some reason, he settled in Nanjing.

Fang Wuyu laughed, this foreigner is better at classical prose than he is, the poems he can't even recite, the other party can easily read them.

Andre looked at him and said, "Your handwriting is beautiful, but I have never been able to practice Chinese characters well." On a whim, he spread out a piece of paper and handed Fang Wuyu a pen, "You write for me. Braille, I keep it in my collection, and I can appreciate it later.”

Fang Wuyu sat behind the table with a smile, turned his pen and said, "What are you writing?"

"It's all right."

After a while, Fang Wuyu picked up a pen and wrote:

Pay the benefits of the country to the public, Jinling Emperor State.Thinking of this year's swallow, I still recognize Wang Xiefengliu.Only use the usual respect for the zu to suppress the myriad of wild beasts.It is still Juntianmeng, the east end of Yudian.

Looking at the golden horizontal belt, it is planned next year, and the prime minister will be named a marquis.There is a new singing of Hongmei, and the fragrance is gentle.And Huatang, drunk all night, from now on, counting eight thousand years.Do you know that people from all over the country collect incense at midnight.

Andre read it carefully, then turned to the window, opened half the curtains, and looked outside at the dilapidated Jinling Emperor State.