Synopsis of the story of "The Remaining Life in the Wilderness"
When the warning of war broke out at dawn, Chen Pi was squatting on the balcony watering the mint planted by Lily. As soon as the water in the enamel jar spilled onto the third leaf, the first fire exploded outside the window - like a misshapen rose, dyeing half of the sky rust-colored.
When Lily rushed out of the bedroom, the collar of her pajamas was still crooked, holding two crumpled papers in her hands. That was the recruitment notice sent by the community yesterday. Her fingertips were trembling on the words "Recruitment Reserve": "Tangerine Pi, we..." Half of the hospital's badge was still exposed in the pocket of her white coat. The handwriting of "Intern Lily" was gray with gunpowder smoke. She had not had time to take it off when she escaped from the hospital.
"We are not on the list." Chen Pi interrupted her, his voice two times deeper than usual. He put the enamel jar on the ground, turned around and rummaged through the iron box at the bottom of the closet. The military green patent leather on the box had long since peeled off, revealing the aluminum alloy inside. It was a commemorative box issued by the army when he retired. "The age card is just right. I am half a year over, and you are three months behind."
Lily's tears suddenly fell and she hit the notice to make ink marks. She recalled the chaos in the emergency room of the hospital three days ago. She was wearing surgical clothes to sew up the wounds of the wounded, and the blood spattered on the white coat like a ferocious flower; she recalled joining the field first aid team in college and treating the frostbitten fingers of her teammates at the snow mountain camp. At that time, the captain said, "A doctor's hands should be a tool to save people everywhere."
