Beacon 1937

September [-], [-], morning

After entering Wuhan, they once again lived in houses with roof tiles.The houses in this area were all snatched from Chinese civilians by the Japanese army, so living in them would give Aiwen the illusion of returning to "Danji Rentang".

Koji Ito was long gone when he woke up.Standing up and sitting on the bed, a steaming white towel was suddenly held in front of him. He turned around in surprise, but saw a thin young man smiling happily at him.

Ai Wen recognized him right away. This young man in military uniform felt like he would fall off. He had operated on him three days ago.

"...Thank you." Ai Wen hesitated a little, but took the towel and wiped his face, "You should rest in bed, and you have lost too much blood after only three days. If you don't want yourself to become a cripple in the future, you'd better not move around."

Ai Wen got off the bed and told him in Chinese, but the boy didn't seem to understand, his big eyes like copper bells were wide open and he was at a loss.

"You don't understand what I'm saying?"

"おはようございます、Mr. My は Matsumoto Yukihiko ともします. Today から, 私があなたを世话をする. これは Dasa の ご order desu. (Morning doctor. My name is Matsumoto Yukihiko, the Dasa ordered me to take care of you your.)"

The rushing Japanese came, and Ai Wen could barely understand the words "Morning" and "Da Zuo".Due to the long-term in such a language environment, it is inevitable to gradually learn some simple vocabulary, but there is still a long way to go to understand the dialogue.

Ai Wen sighed helplessly, moved a chair and said to the Japanese boy, "Sit." He gestured as he spoke.

Yukihiko glanced at the chair, immediately understood what the American doctor said, and shook his head again and again.

"Tame desu, Mr. Tame desu. (No, no doctor.)"

It wasn't until Ivan frowned and stared at him with blue eyes that the Japanese boy limped and sat down obediently.

"Stay still." He made another gesture, turned around and squeezed toothpaste straight into the washbasin to brush his teeth.Aiwen guessed that this young man might be smaller than he originally estimated. He has not entered the period of voice change, and he is short. It is unbelievable that he has such a thin figure in the army.However, when Aiwen thought that he might have killed someone, he couldn't help frowning.

After brushing his teeth, rinsing his mouth, and wiping the foam off his mouth, he turned back and said to the boy, "I can probably guess why you're here, but I don't need anyone to take care of you, so please go out!" He kept pointing to the door until the teenager understood what he meant.

Yukihiko Matsumoto jumped up anxiously, and pulled Aiwen's sleeve to plead for mercy regardless of the pain in his leg.

"I said, I don't need it." The American doctor impatiently grabbed his two arms, lifted them up in the air in an instant, "invited" him out of the room with little effort, and closed the door politely.

"Sir! Sir! お望いいたします, 自を共せてください! 私は戻だくない! お望いいたします! (Doctor! Doctor! Please let me stay! I don’t want to go back there! Please!)"

The Japanese teenager slammed the door, but Aiwen turned a deaf ear to it, and sat at the table reading a book after changing clothes in the room.

Yukihiko Matsumoto kept knocking on the door, and the shouting turned into crying.A few gendarmes got a headache from his yelling, and ran over to drag him away, but when they found out that this was Alvin Abel's room, they immediately gave up their thoughts, and they all stayed away as if they didn't hear him.

... American doctors are evil spirits.

This rumor has been well known in the army, because Alvin Abel never used anesthesia during surgery.

Yes, Aiwen was forced to treat Japanese soldiers, but he never used anesthesia.Rather than enduring the pain of surgery without anesthesia, these Japanese soldiers would rather suffer more pain and shed a few drops of blood waiting in line for Dr. Hirano.

Because of this rumor, Ivan is now happy to be free.

The knocking and crying finally stopped, but the next second, there was a sound of "dong dong dong" outside the door, like something hitting the ground.Time and time again, very regularly.Ivan felt a little puzzled, but still didn't get up to check.

He didn't open the door until there was no sound outside, and he didn't open the door until someone knocked on the door to deliver the food at lunch, but there were not only the military police delivering the food outside, but also Koji Ito, who had been missing all morning.

When he arrived in Wuhan, Aiwen ate bread, butter, foie gras, eggs and ham again. Although the bread was too dry to swallow, Koji Ito ordered someone to prepare a glass of milk, soak the bread and then spread butter on it. He even gets steak for dinner.

"You drove Matsumoto away?" Koji Ito, who rested his elbows on the dining table and his temples, looked at Ivan and asked.

"Who?" The American doctor asked knowingly.

"Yukihiko Matsumoto, the person I sent to take care of you."

"I do not need."

"Really? It's a pity that he is not like us. He joined the army just because his family was about to get rid of the pot, and he joined the army for military pay. But he couldn't lift his hands on his shoulders and couldn't carry him. If he wasn't on the front line, he was driven to the cooking squad. How could he even have a chicken?" Don't even dare to kill." Koji Ito said with the corner of his mouth curled up.

Ivan frowned suddenly, and continued to eat his lunch speechlessly.

"If you don't even want him, then I can only let him go to the front line. A soldier who can't even lift a gun can only become a target for the enemy."

This time, Aiwen was finally willing to cast his gaze on Koji Ito, staring fiercely with his blue eyes: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"His hands have never been stained with human blood, not even the blood of livestock. However, there is only one kind of person on the battlefield who can not be stained with the blood of the enemy... and that is the dead."

The Japanese officer still stared at Ai Wen jokingly and answered irrelevant questions, but the smart American doctor already understood what he meant: "Where is his room?"

"I think he should be washing dishes in the cooking class at this time."

"His injury is not healed, he should lie on the bed and rest!" Ivan stood up abruptly, roaring angrily, unexpectedly the Japanese in front of him was noncommittal.

"I don't understand this. I only know that his attending doctor doesn't care about him."

In a fit of anger, Ivan poured the whole cup of warm milk on Ito Koji's face, and then went straight to the kitchen without looking back.