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The flight lasted more than ten hours.

The aid team landed at a local airport.

It is said to be the largest airport in the area, yet even the airport runway is a dirt road.

Fortunately, the captain was a retired fighter pilot; otherwise, whether the landing would have been safe would have been a problem.

After everyone disembarked from the plane, local officials, along with guides and security personnel, came to greet them.

Afterwards, the group traveled for more than twenty hours in a dilapidated pickup truck through an area that looked like a vast wasteland before finally reaching their destination.

A place called Sambello.

According to international conventions, this area is a disputed territory where no states have been demarcated and it is in a state of anarchy.

However, due to the abundance of natural resources, numerous armed conflicts between various forces have broken out in recent years.

In the past year, weaker organizations have either been destroyed or absorbed.

Now only the two strongest remain, still fighting and killing each other.

Two-thirds of Sambello is temporarily under the control of an armed group called the Watchers, while the remaining third is controlled by an organization called the Stars of Sambello.

Most of the Watchers are indigenous people who have lived in Sambello for generations.

The main members of the Star of Bero are the descendants of soldiers who survived countless regime changes in this area a hundred years ago, and their composition is quite complex.

Both sides felt that they were the true owners of this place.

No one obeys anyone.

In addition, both sides have some hidden powerful forces supporting them in their power struggle.

This has led to Sambello's situation becoming a complete mess.

However, like other doctors, Mingyun had neither the ability nor the desire to get involved in those disputes. She only hoped to do what she could to save innocent people who had suffered from the trauma of war.

At the same time, like all international humanitarian aid organizations.

International committees have consistently maintained a neutral stance on medical personnel to ensure the safety of their members.

This can minimize the risk of these people being drawn into power struggles.

And usually, all parties involved in the dispute also follow this rule.

After all, you never know when you might need medical assistance yourself.

Mingyun's medical rescue team lived in tents at a campsite next to a river.

This area belongs to the Watchmen.

It is about fifty or sixty kilometers away from the main conflict sites between the Watchers and the Star of Bero.

The reason for choosing this location is twofold: firstly, the environment is relatively safe, and secondly, it is not too far from the front line. While treating the wounded and sick civilians here, we can also treat the wounded on the battlefield.

The medical relief team also reached an agreement with the Watchers' leadership.

They will treat not only the wounded of the Watchers, but also the members of Bero Star.

As for the ordinary people on this land, regardless of which side they came from, they were treated equally.

Soon, the medical rescue team set up a large medical tent in the camp.

The interior is divided into multiple areas, and relevant equipment, medical supplies, and so on have been arranged.

It has become like a small hospital.

Local security personnel also patrolled in shifts around the clock to provide protection.

Although the conditions are tough, the members seem to be relatively safe so far.

Everyone performed their duties, and the operation officially began in less than two days.

A steady stream of wounded people, as well as various sick and injured local residents, were brought in for treatment.

As for Mingyun, she is mainly responsible for performing surgical repairs on children with facial or physical defects. When she has free time, she will also help out in other areas.

There are no hierarchical distinctions among doctors here.

Whether they are top experts in the industry or junior doctors who have just entered the medical profession, they are all giving their all and sharing weal and woe.

Of course, no one knew that Mingyun was also known as "Dr. Catherine".

In the following ten days or so.

The group could only get fragmented rest, with a total sleep time of less than four hours per day.

There was almost no time for private conversations; everyone was so busy they were practically running around like headless chickens.

That day, Mingyun had just finished repairing a knife wound on the face of a three-year-old child and hadn't even had a sip of water when a doctor rushed into her section.

"Dr. Ming! Are you free right now?" The other person was a man in his forties, wearing thick glasses.

The temples of my glasses broke a couple of days ago and couldn't be replaced, so I could only wrap them with tape and barely hang them on my ears.

"You're free, Dr. Zhang. What's wrong?" Mingyun saw his anxious face, got up and followed him, asking as she went.

Dr. Zhang adjusted his glasses and said, "In the past two days, we've been receiving more and more wounded soldiers from the front lines, and we're simply overwhelmed."

"There are more and more?" Mingyun frowned. "Has the war escalated?"

Dr. Zhang's expression was grave. "It's very possible. I tried to get information from the higher-ups of the Watchtower Army, but I couldn't get in touch with them... As for the military commanders stationed here, I didn't get any specific information from them."

Upon hearing this, Mingyun had a vague sense of foreboding.

But with the number of wounded increasing, she didn't have time to think about it and immediately joined the treatment efforts.

This time, everyone stayed up for three days and two nights without closing their eyes.

Finally, in the latter half of the night, all the wounded who had been brought in had finished their treatment.

The twenty doctors, exhausted, returned to the rest area. Too tired to wash up, they lay down on the ground covered with weeds and mats and went straight to sleep.

Almost everyone fell asleep as soon as they closed their eyes.

I don't know how much time had passed when I was suddenly awakened by a roar.

The lights in the tent went out sometime ago.

Mingyun couldn't open her eyes because of the shimmering flashlight, and all she could hear was a string of incomprehensible gibberish.

The guides who were supposed to be here as translators are nowhere to be seen.

"Don't move! Raise your hands!" Dr. Zhang shouted amidst the chaos.

He had been here many times and while he wasn't fluent in the local language, he could still manage basic conversations.

Upon hearing his shout, Mingyun and the other doctors tried their best to remain calm, slowly stood up, and raised their hands.

The situation calmed down a bit.

Mingyun saw that those who suddenly barged in were all people wearing Watchmen combat uniforms.

Logically speaking, this person should be considered one of our own.

Moreover, even if armed personnel from the planet Bero launched a surprise attack, it shouldn't be detrimental to the doctor.

However, before Mingyun could even breathe a sigh of relief...

With a snap!

Dr. Zhang was hit by the butt of a guard's rifle.

"Dr. Zhang!" Everyone rushed forward.

Whoosh!

The sound of bolts being pulled back filled the air, accompanied by a cacophony of shouts and reprimands.

Many doctors were also held to the head with guns pointed at them, too scared to move.

Then, Dr. Zhang was lifted up by a guard and a few words were spoken to him.

Dr. Zhang, spitting blood, spoke a few words to the other party in the local language, his tone pleading.

However, in return, he was hit with the butt of a rifle, which knocked his glasses off.

Finally, his face filled with despair, he looked at the remaining doctors who had been subdued and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Everyone... they... they're going to send us to the front lines..."

Mingyun was shocked. "Why?!"