When the sound of cannons exploded in his ears, Liang Yuancang thought he was still solving the Riemann Hypothesis.
Smoke filled his throat and he sat up suddenly.
Not a study.
It's hell.
The severed limbs hung on the charred tree trunks, and the intestines were dragging in the mud and steaming. A soldier with only half his face was staring at him.
"Medical officer! This way!"
Someone pulled him. Liang Yuancang lowered his head and saw that he was wearing a blood-stained gray cloth military uniform, with needle and thread in his hand.
"Sew it up." The veteran put a severed arm into his arms, "Let the brothers... Walk with dignity."
The mathematician's mind starts screaming. The human body is not a topological structure, and wounds are not closed surfaces. But his hands were moving - threading needles, threading threads, and the skin and flesh were being forcibly pieced together under his fingertips.
