My Hidden Road

"Big Buddha, help me hold him down quickly!"

In a house that had long been uninhabited, Naoto held a gauze soaked in alcohol and pressed it on a wound as big as the mouth of a bowl. His young face showed a calmness that did not belong to his age. There was a person lying in front of Naoto.

, the leg was injured for some reason and became suppurated and bruised. Because there was no analgesic, the wound could only be treated like this.

The Buddha dropped the medicine in his hand and hurried away to hold the patient down.

The three of them have been in this village for more than ten days, but Naoto can no longer remember the specific days. These days, they were either busy treating the injured or resting and sleeping. Day and night were almost reversed.

The people here have silently accepted the existence of the three people. When they first arrived, the villagers waved sticks and stones to drive them away. However, after two days of getting along, the villagers began to trust the three people, and the three people really took out medicine to treat them.

"ah--!"

After a heartbreaking howl, the villager lying on the hospital bed fainted from pain. Naoto expertly bandaged his wounds and asked the Buddha to carry him away. Then he leaned against the corner and gasped for air. There were too many injured.

In the past few days, nearby refugees heard that people were receiving free medical treatment here and there were many people gathering here. The medicines they brought had almost been used up, but there were many, many, many patients.

"Give."

Hatosuke took an apple from somewhere. Looking at the bright red color on the surface of the apple, Naoto seemed to have smelled its fragrant smell. This apple must be very sweet.

"Where did you get it?"

Jiuzuke said proudly: "It was sent by the villagers. As a thank you gift for treating them, I will only take one. After all, it is not easy for everyone."

"Cure..."

Naoto took out a handful of kunai and cut the apple into two pieces. He took out one piece and divided it into two pieces. He and Hatosuke shared one piece. When the big Buddha walked in, Naoto threw the largest piece to him.

"Do you think we are treating illnesses?"

"They think so."

Naoto smiled bitterly and said: "I don't think distributing anti-malaria and disinfectant solutions is treating diseases, and cleaning people's wounds and applying sterile gauze is surgery. What we need are real doctors, not 'veterinarians' like me."

"You are not a 'vet', you are much better than a 'vet'." Jiosuke encouraged.

"Run out of medicine?"

Jiuzuke nodded silently and replied: "There are not many left."

"It's time to leave. We can't save him. It's great to be able to do this."

"Are you leaving?" The Buddha looked lonely while holding the apple.

Jiosuke said with emotion: "It's good to be able to contribute a small amount. We will have a chance in the future. It's only one person who can save one person."

The three of them were all silent in the end. They were like people who picked up stranded fish on the beach after a storm and threw them into the sea with all their strength. They couldn't change anything, but they could only save one person. Jiuzuke and Daibutsu were the two of them.

For the sake of this country, Naoto wants to help them. In the final analysis, such efforts cannot change this country, but they can change a person's destiny.

"I'm going to see the patient." Naoto left without saying a word. He seemed to have changed a bit.

Both Kitosuke and Daibutsu realized that Naoto had a strange personality. He had become a little taciturn since the last disagreement. They both felt deeply guilty about Naoto. When such a decision was made, Naoto supported such an action. If it weren't for Naoto,

Then there would be no such action at all.

Such things are too tragic, and Naoto cannot be optimistic. He is a very optimistic person, but when he encounters such a thing and sees countless people suffering from pain and hunger, he cannot be optimistic.

Holding an umbrella, Naoto broke into the rain. He walked to a house and gently knocked on the door. With a "squeak" sound, a lame man inside smiled and invited Naoto to come in.

The man's name was Tomojima. He was lame because he accidentally stepped on a rusty shuriken on the road. Because the wound was not treated in time, he had to amputate the sole of his foot.

"I'm in great spirits. The wound will heal in a few days."

Tomoshima said happily: "This is the credit of Dr. Naoto. Originally, I thought about dying like this, but you saved me. Thank you so much."

"It's just a little effort."

Naoto carefully observed Tomojima's wound, and it had begun to heal, which proved that as long as he paid attention to maintenance, there would be no problem. Finally, he changed Tomojima's dressing, and there would be no chance of it in the future.

"Doctor Naoto, I heard that you are leaving?"

Naoto raised his head and looked at Tomoshima with a smile and said, "Who did you listen to?"

"That's what everyone says, right?"

"That's about right." Naoto took out the gauze and wrapped it around the wound and said, "Because the medicine has been used up, it's useless for us to stay here, so we have to leave here."

"Please wait a moment."

Regardless of the bandage on the wound, Tomojima limped toward the room with a cane. After a while, he walked out with a wooden box in his arms, with a serious expression on his face.

"This is my little deposit. Although it is not much, please accept it. You are different from other rain ninjas. Medicines are very scarce and expensive now. This money will be used as funds to purchase medicines. I hope you can use them in the future.

Continue to treat more people so that this country will stop crying."

"Let this country stop crying..." Naoto was stunned, his mind in a mess.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I can't accept it."

Tomojima asked in confusion: "Why, don't you need funds to purchase medicines?"

"I really can't accept it, thank you for your kindness."

Naoto tied Tomojima's untied gauze, patted his shoulder to say goodbye, held up his umbrella and walked into the rain. In the room, Tomojima held the wooden box and sobbed softly, his voice slowly getting louder and louder.

Then he started to cry loudly.

"Why don't you want to? Why?"

Naoto had gone far away, so naturally he couldn't hear Mr. Tomojima's cry. The reason why he didn't accept the money was not because it was small, or because he was simply doing good deeds, but because Tomojima said he hoped to stop the country from crying. Naoto thought he couldn't do it, so

Not accepted.

Don't accept a promise that you can't fulfill. Once you accept it, the reward will only be enough to buy a few pieces of bread, and that's still a promise. Promises cost your life to make them. If you don't accept them, you'll feel better. At least you won't feel guilty when you eat and sleep.

We went to several houses in a row, and Naoto told them to take care of themselves very responsibly. Everyone knew that the three of them were leaving, and they all took out the most valuable things they had with them, hoping to donate them in exchange for medicines to help others. Naoto refused one by one, because they all

I want this country to stop crying.

Walking under the dark sky, the raindrops hit the umbrella with a dull sound. Naoto stretched out his hand to catch the raindrops, but the raindrops that hit his hand would splash and scatter.

Suddenly a figure appeared on the road. Naoto was stunned when he saw this figure. The umbrella fell from his hands and fell to the ground. The raindrops kept hitting the umbrella cloth. At this time, Jiosuke and Daibutsu also rushed over. When they saw the person, they immediately

Without the courage to fight, he was trembling all over and dared not look at the person in front of him.

(Am I on a single machine? By the way, the signing documents will be sent out next week and everyone can invest. Is there something wrong with the number of investors???)