"My aunt has good eyesight. We are from Zhonghe Brigade. My uncle is injured and asks the health worker to take a look."
Han Li looked at the two men in Zhonghe Village. The older one was in his 40s. At the moment, he was being held up by another man in his 20s. His face was pale and sweaty. One leg was wrapped in unknown fur, and there were cold dark red blood stains around. The young man was carrying two guns on his back, one was a soil gun, and the other was a double barreled shotgun.
"Is it a leg injury? Hurry to put it in the compartment and show it to me."
Han Li helped to put the man in the small room divided by the kang mat