"Cough cough—"
Nura coughed dryly twice, then shouted, "Dr. Maria, there are some wounded outside. You need to take a look."
Upon hearing about the wounded, Maria instinctively stopped crying.
It was then she realized she had been crying so much that she had soaked Song Heping's clothes.
Feeling a little embarrassed, she apologized, "Sorry, I was a bit emotional just now..."
Song Heping hurriedly said, "It's okay, it's okay..."
After Maria left, Nura said to Song Heping, "A woman like her would be stoned to death in our place."
Song Heping was suddenly stunned.
He suddenly thought about how the Bedouin people also followed some of YSL's codes, and their regulation on women was extremely strict.
However, Nura's extreme reaction surprised him.
"Ah..."
Song Heping let out an awkward laugh.
Clearly such words were not easy to respond to; it was a trap.
Although he had no relationship experience, he was not foolish.
"I'm going out to see if they need any help."
Finding an excuse, Song Heping quickly slipped away.
Recently, he could clearly sense some changes in Nura.
Outside, the air was filled with wails of agony.
When Song Heping stepped out of the church, the open ground ahead was already full of wounded and corpses lying in disarray.
The villagers had brought their injured or barely breathing relatives here, hoping for treatment.
Maria was busy moving around the crowd, checking on one person after another.
"Go help them."
Song Heping gave Jiang Feng and Antonov a glance, then fetched an emergency kit from the car and began to perform simple bandages on the wounded villagers.
But soon he felt a sense of helplessness.
There were at least a hundred villagers wounded or dead.
Their injuries were far beyond the help of an emergency kit.
Even hundreds of emergency kits wouldn't be enough to save them.
They needed a hospital.
But there was no hospital here.
All the nearby areas were war zones.
To reach a hospital, they would need to go north over a hundred kilometers into northern Sudan.
Soon, many of the severely wounded began to breathe their last.
Song Heping had killed many people on the battlefield.
However, seeing so many people slowly dying during a rescue was a first.
The feeling between the two was indescribable.
With the former, the aim was to kill the opponent, so there was no feeling after the kill.
With the latter, the aim was to save lives, but one helplessly watched the person die before them.
Such frustration was something he had never experienced before.
Song Heping suddenly had a strange insight.
In fact, killing was much easier than saving.
Killing only needed a bullet.
Saving might require a hospital, an operating room, enough medication, and a skilled doctor.
"Oh God!"
Maria suddenly sat on the ground and started to cry loudly.
Her cries startled everyone.
The villagers, who had been wailing due to their deceased relatives, stopped crying and watched Maria, puzzled as to why this usually strong female doctor was suddenly crying so intensely.
Song Heping understood.
But he knew he couldn't console her.
Jiang Feng asked, "Aren't you going to comfort her?"
Song Heping shot a glance at the troublemaking guy and said, "It's best to let her cry out and vent it all."