While Lin Hongying was covering the retreat of the medical team, half of her arm was cut off by shrapnel.
When the field doctor Jiang Jingzhou used the last half bottle of alcohol to amputate her limbs, his hands were terrifyingly steady.
"Scream if it hurts, don't hold it in." Her voice was as cold as a scalpel.
But Lin Hongying discovered that this cold-faced doctor was always playing the harmonica in a deserted corner late at night in memory of his fallen comrades.
That night when the medicine ran out, Jiang Jingzhou decided to risk going to the city to buy medicine.
"I'll go with you." Lin Hongying grabbed the gun with one arm.
When the bullets roared towards him, Lin Hongying subconsciously threw Jiang Jingzhou down.
The warm blood soaked into the white coat, and Jiang Jingzhou's trembling hands could no longer hold the scalpel steadily.
"Don't die," she tore open her clothes and pressed the wound. "You haven't heard me play "In February" yet."
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Purpose: Love can overcome all difficulties, and it can be overcome even more in peacetime