The bully said nothing and snatched forward and took another step forward, turning the old man to the ground!

The wooden stick in his left hand pressed his grandfather and grandson on his neck, stepped on one foot on the old man's thigh, firmly fixing it to prevent the other party from struggling. Buck used his left hand that could not be used to touch his abdomen down the other party's sternum...

The old man who was tentacles could not be extremely thin. It seems that the pancakes that can be called Syrian bread still make people basically survive. This is the happy country claimed by the ISIS.

But after leaving the sternum, Buck really touched a relatively hard internal organ. It shouldn’t have an internal organ that a normal person should have, and it is larger in size and slowly extends to the part of the navel, and the standard spleen is enlarged!

The spleen of ordinary people is almost below the left chest, but it extends here through the navel and is close to the top of the pubic bone. Compared with the ordinary soft spleen, this hardness indicates that it is already in the late stage, with a history of more than one and a half years, and may die due to various complications at any time!

Although he had no words, Buck's movements were obviously not something a bully should have. The old man struggled a few times and found that the other party had not snatched the child or did anything else. The fingers wearing gloves moved on his abdomen, which was more in line with the strength and affection that the doctor should have in his memory. Maliciousness is really easy to recognize for the elderly, so his tight body immediately eased, and he hugged the child to stop the child's strong resistance.

Buck also felt it, and took back the stick, and squatted down slowly to turn the flashlight to the weakest light in English: "You are dead, you have been having a fever for more than a year, right?"

The old man was not shocked, nor did he rush to the sky. He just hugged the child tightly and shook his head slowly: "Two years... it's almost two years. Achika has had a fever since last year. Without a doctor, their doctor can only stop bleeding and heal the wounds, and I dare not go to their doctor."

Buck hooked his finger and took the child sent by the old man, reached out and touched him again. The three or five-year-old child did have symptoms of spleen enlargement. According to Buck's experience, this battlefield infectious disease is that children are more likely to be infected with various diseases than the old man, but the vitality of children is generally stronger than that of the elderly, and persists and fights longer. If it can be treated, it is more likely to recover: "This disease is caused by the infection of dogs and corpses on the street. Do you know how many such situations are in Reka City?"

The old man answered the question irrelevantly: "Achika...What should you do?" Under the faint light of the flashlight, you could see that the old man was almost completely leaning against the corner of the wall. It was obvious that he was not dying because he was about to die. All his emotions were placed on the innocent child. His dry, cracked and slightly festered face slowly wrinkled into a ball, as if two drops of turbid tears were seeping out of the deep eye sockets.

The child could already understand a little bit of the common English in Syria, but he didn't fully understand and raised his head and shook his grandfather: "What's wrong with you... What's wrong with you, grandpa! grandpa..."

It’s okay for the child to not speak, his tender voice is vague, but he is more innocent like a freshly-out-of-shelled young bird. With the coughing sounds of both grandparents and grandchildren, Buck, who is already a father, stretches out his hand and says: “Give me the child, I will take him out of here. If there is still time, there is still a little hope of healing.”

This leishmaniasis is not an incurable disease. The key point is that the outbreak of this infectious disease is usually a place where the medical system is destroyed. Many patients without professional knowledge think it is just a headache and fever, but they don’t die immediately and drag it down until the entire immune system is completely destroyed and it is too difficult to restore the situation. It is a chronic infectious disease with particularly strong concealment.

The old man's eyes lit up suddenly: "Bless by Allah..." But the look at Buck was still a little suspicious: "You...who are you?"

Buck shook his head: "No matter who I am, it's better than letting my children stay here, what do you think?"

The old man shivered with grief and pushed the child up and handed it to Buck, but Buck didn't answer: "He is an infectious disease pathogen now, and I don't have any medicine, so you can only persuade him to follow me..."

The remaining grandfather and grandson argued fiercely in Arabic. The old man hugged the child hard, but did not dare to act more intimately. In the end, he had to push the child hard towards Buck.

This is a Middle Eastern Arab child with black hair and big eyes. His curly short hair is particularly bright. He turned his head in disbelief and looked at Buck: "Grandpa, grandpa said he is going to die?"

Buck tried to be indifferent: "Almost, if you don't follow me and stay here, you will be sick by this dog, and you will die soon. Don't touch your grandpa now. If you are willing to follow me, sit there in the corner."

The child shook his head slowly and wanted to rub against the old man, but the old man pushed him away!

Buck continued to look coldly, war is like this. Almost every family who has experienced war will leave a tragic process of different paths and destiny. This is why he has never been very passionate about war. Go to the fuzzy war!

Fight! Fight!

When prosperity occurs, the people suffer; when death occurs, the people suffer even more!

The child who was about to cry loudly finally covered his mouth by the old man! He also lowered his voice to Buck: "Six years old, Achika is six years old. As long as he reaches ten years old, the Jihad will take them to the recruit camp. Starting last year, boys who are ten years old will be taken to the recruit camp to learn guns and then go to the battlefield, so I can only hide Achika at home!"

Buck, who had seen the boy scouts in Southeast Asia, especially the young soldier like Ah Nu, was also incredible about the ten-year-old recruitment age: "So young?!" I'm afraid it's difficult to even hold an AK rifle filled with bullets?

The old man shook his head helplessly: "The more and more jihad soldiers in the city are dying, and there are not enough foreign soldiers. People are dying every day. Now, whenever they are caught by the doctors of the Jihad, they are asking for blood donation, and they have to donate blood when they go to see a doctor. They donate blood for the crime of theft, and donate blood when they are caught!"

So that's it, Buck focused: "How many people are there in your situation? This is because the diseases caused by pathogens on dogs and corpses, and they will be infected when exposed to dogs and bites by aphids. Do you know how many people are like this? I feel particularly tired in the afternoon."

The old man seemed to have a weak thinking ability and slowly shook his head: "I don't know, a lot. I haven't left the street in the past year. I just went to the street to sell some vegetables and exchange some things. I will give two cakes every day. Will you help Achika cure the disease?" He seemed to remember this last wish and quickly racked his brains to think: "I don't know about this disease, but the hospital is on South Sadr Street..."

When Buck was thinking about the city streets during the day, he quickly drew a sketch of the city with a sharp little axe tip on the ground: "South Sadr Street? Do you think this street is close to the city center?"

The old man nodded hard: "Yes, now it is said that the city center is relying on a separate power supply line in the hospital, which is maintained by electricity from the hydropower station..."

Buck suddenly realized that according to his previous inertial thinking in Eastern Europe, such a war-torn city usually can only use independent diesel generators to generate electricity temporarily. However, he did not expect that this provincial capital city next to Syria's largest river and lake has such an opportunity to transmit electricity!

To the south of the city, isn’t it just relying on the Euphrates River Dam Power Station?
Chapter completed!