Zongman: Hong Kong's black ceiling but autistic, what should I do?

"what--!"

Tachihara Masaaki sat up suddenly and covered his face with his hands, as if he had not yet recovered from the explosion.

Tachihara Masaaki looked down at his palm.

"The right hand is still there..."

"Are you okay?"

Yosano Akiko's voice came from behind Tachihara Masaaki.

Masaaki Tachihara turned around and saw that Yosano Akiko's face was full of fatigue, dark circles appeared under her eyes, and her eyes were full of red bloodshot. Masaaki Tachihara saw Yosano Akiko's appearance and asked with concern:

"You look quite tired."

"Of course I'll be tired."

Yosano Akiko turned her head and continued to work, saying calmly:

"After all, I treated eighty people at once. The most seriously injured one had half of his body blown away. Although I used my supernatural powers to heal his body, his mind was not restored. Now he can't even say his own name."

When Tachihara Masaaki heard what Yosano Akiko said, he remembered the negative emotions that he had been trying to forget but always remembered after being on the verge of death. He lowered his head and asked solemnly:

"What about the others?"

"Everyone who survived has returned to the frontline. After all, we are short of manpower now... I don't know where Xiaoxue has gone..."

"Do you need to rest for a while? Talk to Chief Mori about this. He will understand. Only when you have rested well can you get better treatment."

Yosano Akiko was in opposition to Hara Masaaki, who ignored his words, picked up the bandage that had accidentally fallen on the ground, and said in a trembling voice:

"What angels?! This is simply healing them in order to kill them!"

When Tachihara Masaaki heard Yosano Akiko's self-blame, he remembered Mori Yuki's encouragement to him and comforted her:

"no!"

When Yosano Akiko heard Tachihara Masaaki's comfort, she looked up and saw Tachihara Masaaki taking out the iron piece that had been hanging around her neck from her clothes.

"what is this?"

Tachihara Masaaki looked at the iron sheet in his hand, as if he was missing someone, and said softly:

"This was when I was attacking the enemy's supply point with my boss...Yota. In order to save Yota from the enemy's attack, I urgently used my special ability to fuse several pieces of iron sheets into one piece of iron. The first cut on it was made when I threw the iron sheet into the enemy's weapon, interrupting his attack and saving Yota.

After that, every time you saved me, I would cut a knife on the blade. I like the word "positive" very much. Every time I count five things and complete a "positive" word, I will feel that there is more "correctness" in the world.

Now, including the time I saved Yangtai, this is the fifth time today."

As he spoke, Tachihara Masaaki used a needle to complete the last stroke of the character "正" on the iron sheet.

"This is your 'right'. Without you, I would never see my parents and brother in my hometown again. It's great to have you here..." The premise is that if I can hold on...

Tachihara Masaaki looked at Yosano Akiko earnestly and thanked her, but he unconsciously said the last sentence in his heart.

Realizing that he could no longer suppress his negative emotions, Tachihara Masaaki spit on himself.

Yosano Akiko did not notice the sudden change in Tachihara Masaaki's mood. She was still immersed in Tachihara Masaaki's words of comfort. She lowered her head and said gratefully:

"Thank you."

The two men each had their own thoughts and remained silent, and the atmosphere gradually became awkward. Fortunately, the signalman arrived in time and urged Tachihara Masaaki to return to the battlefield as soon as possible.

Tachihara Masaaki stood up, patted Yosano Akiko on the shoulder, and then hurried away.

However, I don’t know whether the God of Fate is mocking everyone’s efforts, or the God of Hell really likes to see the painful struggles of human beings.

Originally, the higher-ups expected the battle to last only two to three hours, but it's already the nineteenth hour.

The weapons and ammunition had been completely used up, but the enemy's offensive fire became more and more fierce. More and more teammates fell directly on the battlefield, and there was no time to be sent to the "angels" and they closed their eyes in "hell".

The battle situation is getting worse and worse, with a huge gap in numbers and strength - now it can no longer be called a war, it can only be said that we are standing there and letting the enemy attack us at will.

Yosano Akiko couldn't count how many times she had used her special ability in less than a day, and how many times she had seen people who had just left the medical room being seriously injured and sent back by medics shortly afterwards.

“It hurts... it hurts so much...”

"Legs...my legs..."

"I can't fight anymore..."

"Please let me go..."

"No...I don't want to go back to the front line..."

...

[If it were a normal army, they would have abandoned the battlefield and retreated long ago, but they didn’t, because - I’m here.]

Yosano Akiko listened desperately to the weak groans of the wounded who were waiting for treatment in the medical room. Looking at her companion who had just been treated but was sitting on the ground like a zombie with no response, she suddenly thought of this sentence.

"It's a fracture of the radius of the right hand. I'm here for treatment."

Mori Ogai's cold words interrupted Yosano Akiko's thoughts.

Yosano Akiko turned her head abruptly, looking at Tachihara Masaaki on the ground in despair. His eyes were empty like everyone else's, and he kept muttering to himself:

"Dad, Mom, I'll be back soon..."

Yosano Akiko slowly walked up to Tachihara Masaaki.

"I... don't want treatment anymore."

"Are you going to ignore his injuries?"

Mori Ogai tilted his head and looked at Yosano Akiko.

"Ah, that's right, just let him recover in the rear!"

Yosano Akiko clenched her fists and yelled at Mori Ogai regardless.

"I see. You want him to leave the battlefield. After all, seeing your important friend become like this, Yosano must feel bad. But - that's a headache. Based on my position, I have to give you an order, but I always can't bear to refuse the girl's request."

Mori Ogai squatted down, grabbed Yosano Akiko's hair, and pressed Yosano Akiko's head forward.

"But you are an exception. Give me treatment!"

Yosano Akiko was frightened by Mori Ogai's tone and her eyes widened.

Moriou increased the strength in his hands and said slowly:

"You know the samurai, they couldn't understand a battlefield dominated by guns, so they perished.

In the subsequent wars, some countries no longer regarded tanks as simple turrets, but defined them as monsters that could quickly ravage the enemy's camp, and these countries massacred the enemy.

And in the naval battle, the side that failed to see that fighter planes would dominate the sea was defeated.

And now—superpowers are changing warfare.

Your task is to make the higher-ups understand this change!

Do it! Otherwise the country will perish! "

"I don't want it! I just want to save the life in front of me!"

"..."

"alright."

Mori Ogai looked at Yosano Akiko coldly, stretched out his hand and shot Tachihara Masaaki, who immediately covered his wound and fell down.

"So he's dying - heal him."