Luo Jin entered the basement, and the thick stench of blood immediately hit him in the face, making him feel a little sick. When he unwound the gauze blackened by blood, his scalp went numb.
"This is a gunshot wound! Who is he?!"
The nun said, trying her best to keep her voice low.
"Who he is isn't important. What matters is that he's dying. Please, have mercy and help this poor man."
Luo Jin took a deep breath. He'd had enough of days like this. On Cuba Island, what sort of poor soul got shot? If they weren't de la Concha's soldiers or rebels, then they were unlucky bastards caught up in the struggle between the two sides.
Luo Jin would rather be poor for the rest of his life than get dragged into this war. Though he had never pledged loyalty to either side, nor opposed anyone, his home had still been swallowed by the flames of war.
"God! What am I doing?!"
Though Luo Jin said that, he still did his best to complete the operation.
The operation was a success. Although the wounded man convulsed in agony from head to toe, at least he hadn't breathed his last on the spot. All the shrapnel had been removed, and the wounds stitched shut. All that remained was to leave it to God Almighty.
Just as the wounded man gradually stabilized, before Luo Jin and the nun beside him could even catch their breath, a massive explosion shook dust loose from the basement ceiling.
Luo Jin wanted to go out with the nun and take a look, but she instructed him.
"Mr. Luo Jin, please stay here. No matter what happens, don't come out."
A sense of foreboding instantly rose in Luo Jin's heart, but the nun directly