C213 Wound

In the darkness, who was calling his name again and again? His voice was filled with sorrow and regret, and it was so familiar that it made the comatose words and posture hurt.

Was it him? Was he calling his name?

"Doctor, how is the general?" As Su Ling looked at the aged military doctor, his handsome face became extremely stiff.

The white-bearded military doctor stroked his beard and sighed