In the autumn of 1935, the poisonous pools in Songpan Grassland swallowed the lives of Red Army soldiers.
Health worker Lin Qiuyue wiped the mud off her face and fed the herbs from the bamboo tube into the wounded man's chapped lips for the 17th time.
When the warrior's purple fingertips touched her palm, a strange heat suddenly surged through her blood - she could actually see cracks on her organs as thin as spider silk.
"There is blood oozing from three places in the right lung lobe and there are fragments in the spleen." Qiuyue blurted out the diagnosis that shocked the old military doctor. No one knew when this girl who always hid at the end of the team acquired such skills.
Only Zhou Dachuan of the cooking class noticed that every time after treatment, she would hide behind a haystack and vomit, and her knuckles would be bitten to pieces until they were bloody.
The moonlight on the grassland is soaked in the smell of blood. Qiuyue knelt in the mud, her palms close to the chest of the female soldier who was unconscious due to high fever, and dark blood vessels snaked up her wrist.
Suddenly, a pair of calloused hands grasped her trembling shoulders, and freshly squeezed goat's milk swayed in a porcelain bowl. "Drink." Dachuan always said a single word, but when carrying the wounded across the swamp, he could stand on a stake in the waist-deep mud.
When the enemy bullet penetrated Dachuan's chest that night, Qiuyue took the initiative to grasp the burning flame for the first time under the starry sky.
She saw that every bone in her body was glowing, like the soul-inducing lamp in Grandma's story. At dawn, the sound of horse hooves from the medical team broke through. Beneath the thirty-seven soldiers who still had body temperature, lay a health worker who was always nineteen years old.
From then on, shepherds in Songpan Grassland always said that whenever a storm approaches, thirty-eight stars very close to each other will light up in the sky. And there was a magical medical team on the Long March. The wounded they resuscitated had a glow like fireflies in their hands.
(The male and female protagonists are not handsome men and beautiful women, they have very ordinary looks! The plot is not just about love! Please read with caution)
Purpose: Special abilities turn into immortal revolutionary fires, witnessing the ideals practiced by Red Army soldiers with their lives, and shining forever in the long river of history.