He saved three thousand people, but no one saved him.
Shen Du is the youngest genius in Tai Hospital.
In order to protect his colleagues, he shouldered all the charges, had his meridians cut off in his left hand, and was sent to the north.
There, he encountered an army that had been forgotten by the court.
There is no military flag, no food and salary, and no designation.
Just a bunch of stragglers waiting to die.
Shen Du put down the medicine box and said, "I'll do it."
He held the scalpel between his teeth and debrided the suppurating wound in the cold wind of minus 30 degrees Celsius.
He broke his own rations into pieces, cooked them into porridge, and distributed them to the sick.
He quietly gets up every late night and tucks in the quilt for those who have a fever.
Everyone said: Dr. Shen is the best person in the world.
Everyone thinks: It's me who will protect him this time.
But in the end, when the demon tide surges in, when the imperial army raises its butcher knife——
Shen Du pushed the last wounded person out and stayed in the ruins.
His left hand hangs by his side, and his right hand is still holding needle and thread.
There was a smile on his lips.
His last words were: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
——
"He is not the Holy Father. He is the man who was crucified and still praying for the executioners."
