Youth Holds the Armor

The artillery fire is merciless, but the doctors are caring. She used silver needles to save people, used blades to protect lives, and in the blood and fire, she held up an unbending backbone. This is not the story of a "God of War", but a story of a real female military doctor, a daughter of an era, and a young man who tempered his iron will in the fire and tears. When the lantern in the cat's ear hole illuminates the swaying herbs, her hands that should have been caressing the bow have since grasped the lancet and the responsibility of an era. I would like to write this article to pay tribute to those "cutest people" who have left their youth in southern Xinjiang forever, as well as those soldiers in white who guarded their lives in the flames of war.