The sound of footsteps made the two people who were sitting move their bodies. Xia Jinyuan, who was leaning against the wall with the back of his head, tilted his head and saw his comrades appearing one after another in their jungle combat uniforms and combat boots.
"She's here." His voice was extremely hoarse. He opened his mouth and turned his head. He continued to wait without moving.
Only ten minutes had passed, but the ten minutes were stretching too long.
After a long wait, Xia Jinyuan looked at the door of the emergency room and closed his eyes.
Waiting on the battlefield and waiting in the hospital were two entirely different emotions. He could remain calm and composed while waiting on the battlefield. The time to rest had arrived.
Waiting in the hospital felt very long. He felt that life was so fragile. The smell of disinfectant was like the smell of death. It was everywhere. You couldn't escape it.
