Chapter 35

　　From the time they got off the plane to the evening, they had ten minutes to eat at noon. The rest of the time was busy. The wounded continued to send here. They didn't even have time to drink a glass of water. 　　"Sister, drink water." A little girl in a military coat, five or six years old, holding a bottle of pure water in her hand, raised her head and said sweetly. 　　Jillian had just given a patient an injection. She broke the needle and threw it into the trash can, looked down at the girl with mud spots on her face, knelt down and wiped her gently. She's looking at the Water in her hand. She knows that there is only one bottle of water a day, so she touched her little head and said, "I am not thirsty. You can drink it yourself." 　　The little girl tilted her head and pointed outside, "That handsome uncle asked me to give it to you." 　　Uncle? Jillian got up and looked at the figure outside who was still commanding the rescue. He still felt tall and might