Buck's speech speed is slightly slower than usual: "Corpsy, a large number of corpses are visual impact, and physiological. There are rotten corpses everywhere. The smell cannot be covered by no matter how many layers of masks or gas masks. It is like the breath of death will suck into the lungs. I see living people turning into corpses with my own eyes, let alone psychological impact..."

"What is the meaning of life? When hatred surges into the heart and killing forms corpses, is it right or wrong? Only by putting down the gun... not putting down the gun... how to stop it?"

Buck hugged his forehead and rubbed his temples in pain. Zhou Shanfu sat opposite him, knowing that he had touched a memory that was almost sealed in Buck's mind. He thought about it again and again, in a very light and slow tone: "What hatred?"

Buck raised his head with some gritted teeth: "They killed my wife and children... completely innocent people... children, yes! children..." Buck seemed to be stimulated to the core: "They killed my wife and children with a bazooka. What else can I do? I can only take revenge, revenge on their entire village, kill, kill them... until I finally saw two children, two children hugging each other in the cabinet. In order to protect them from blocking their lives, their parents pulled open the body and saw two children... two pairs of pure eyes!"

Buck's hideous face now calmed down, and he squinted his eyes and showed calmer: "Yes, children are the purest and flawless in the world. What right do I have to kill their lives..."

No wonder he saved Shen Yinan and his sisters without hesitation, and picked up Ah Nu.

Buck still has some subconscious conscience to maintain his last mind. If there are doctors and researchers in the hospital outside, he has to consider whether to report this case to the police. Obviously, what Buck is revealing is a bloody case now, but it seems that he has never heard of the major incident of massacre of a village in China. Researchers with military identities are not surprised, but they only focus on various data loggers and data analysis on computers.

Zhou Shanfu looked through all the records as steadily as Mount Tai, and even analyzed the blood samples before and after Buck, and compared them with various elements, satisfied: "What do you think?"

Buck also looked at it: "I said I was talking in my sleep, do you believe it?"

Zhou Shanfu is not a judge: "I mean you don't think you have a better mental state."

Buck is so careless: "How much change can there be in just one or two episodes? This is a long-term thing, right?"

Zhou Shanfu cherishes scientific research materials: "Then come and sit with me from time to time?"

Buck picked up a few pieces of information next to him: "Can I borrow it and take a look?"

Zhou Shanfu was surprised: "Spine and spine trauma? When did you start to care about this project?" Field surgery is indeed a systematic discipline with a very large coverage. Zhou Shanfu is considered a master of the trajectory, but he has been immersed in it for decades. Buck is only aged so much. It would be good for young doctors to figure out a certain subject and become experts, but Buck is going to do it all the time.

Barker didn't explain that he had a patient in his hand: "You use me for an experiment, it's not an exaggeration to find some literature and information."

Zhou Shanfu still has a principle: "Not taken away, you can only read here, you cannot copy, but you can take notes." The military's things are very different from civilians. Perhaps just a little technical advantage can play a role in war, so the management is very strict.

That's fine, Buck doesn't care about the hard-working data analysis. What he wants is a qualitative classification treatment for spinal spinal injury. It would be even better if he could have a systematic rehabilitation plan.

Xiang Wan called him, but Buck, who was in the isolation area of ​​the institute, could not get in. He sat in the office and went to the researchers to have lunch at night when he was sitting in the lights. Zhou Shanfu also asked him tiredly if he had contacted his home. Buck woke up and said that he was married. He called out the internal phone, but heard Xiang Wan say goodbye and leave quickly.

Zhou Shanfu asked Qian Dingwan to come here once a week, and Buck agreed casually and left, leaving the old man standing at the door of the institute for a while, thinking, and thought that he would still have to have a good talk with his granddaughter.

Xiang Wan went to bed and talked to her husband quietly: "I really think I can't be a good daughter-in-law. I can't cook and cook, and I can't make any housework..."

Buck tolerant: "What's the matter? Instruct your sister to do it. If you feel embarrassed, let's hire a nanny to do it. Why don't you keep me back and do it?"

When Xiang Wan talked about this, she angrily said to Buck: "You are so indulging me to not do anything, but my mother saw me not washing my clothes, dishes, and quilts... Fortunately, I folded them all." After all, she still had some habits in the military camp.

Buck also paid attention to his wife's simple life: "Do you feel happy like this?"

Xiang Wan thought for a while: "It's okay, I suddenly became free and not used to it, but...oh, someone was playing a hooligan today, and I beat him up. I told you, my move today is really not something I can do at that time..." She was excited when she said this. The couple was on the bed and pulled Buck and insisted on making gestures. As a result, they were hugging each other and falling on the bed. After a while, sparks were sparked. It would be better to do what the couple did.

But this time my parents-in-law came here and lived downstairs. When the girl was happy, she tried her best to suppress her fearlessness and kept whispering to Buck, which was so fierce.

The next morning, Buck went to work. Xiang Wan came downstairs leisurely. Liu Shufen wanted to speak but stopped, and finally brought a bowl of noodles. Xiang Wan thanked him happily, and started to sip it. Liu Shufen stood on the side of her daughter-in-law and looked at her secretly. Xiang Wan was still a little bit of agent quality and found shy: "Mom, what's wrong?" The pajamas were all conservatively worn at home. She still felt that her wounds were annoying. She always wore long-sleeved and long-legged pajamas in summer, and she didn't feel sexual at all.

Seeing that her husband was packing his things outside, Liu Shufen made up her mind to come and sit closer and whisper: "When will you want a child?"

Xiang Wan blushed: "He... made up his mind."

Liu Shufen talked to the old ladies in the dormitory area without any hesitation: "I think you were having a lot of fun last night, hurry up, I'm in a hurry!"

Xiang Wan blushed, and she almost picked up the noodle bowl to block her face, and hesitated: "Yeah, yeah."

Liu Shufen was worried again: "You... are afraid you won't have milk in the future? What should I do? Eat milk powder?"

Xiang Wan was ashamed of shame, looked down at her little bun, and wanted to say that it had actually become a little bigger.

Liu Shufen mysteriously took out a few bags from her bag: "I went to find a few prescriptions for you and prepared medicine. You used them for medicinal food. It is said that it has breast enhancement effects, but it is a bit bitter."

Xiang Wan nodded repeatedly with a little surprise. At least her mother-in-law still cared about her.
Chapter completed!