"The patient has just woken up and is not suitable for questioning now." The doctor said, shaking his head.

"That's to ask questions." Su Chende nodded, and he smiled politely at the doctor, "Don't worry, avoid it."

Although Su Chende was smiling, the smile in the doctor's eyes actually felt a heart-pounding and cold feeling. He pushed the lens and left the ward without saying a word.

"What's your name?" Su Chende sat by the bed, looked at the wounded with a very pale face and asked.

The wounded glanced at him, remained silent, and closed his mouth.

"This attitude is very unfriendly." Su Chende said, "This is not an attitude towards his life-savior."

He shook his head, "Do you know that in order to save your life, we have spent at least thousands of dollars on you just these medicines and nutritional needles."

"I didn't ask you to save me." The wounded said, his voice a little weak.

Just reply, Su Chende was overjoyed. What he feared the most was that this person didn't say a word.

For such an important prisoner who has just woken up, he cannot be punished. If this person does not say a word, it will be difficult to deal with.

As long as you are willing to speak, it is a good thing.

"I don't ask you anything else, just ask some questions as my life-saving benefactor. That's OK," said Su Chende.

The wounded man on the hospital bed shut his mouth.

"I saved your life, if you don't say anything else, what is your name, you can always say it." Su Chende said. He keenly captured the hesitation and uncertainty in the wounded's expression, and immediately said, "We have some guesses about your situation. You are just a minion, and your name is not very important."

He chuckled, "It's just an unknown man, and we don't expect to find anything from your name."

Su Chende picked up the enamel cup on the bedside table and looked at it. Seeing that it was an empty cup, he got up and found the thermos and poured water. He asked Cao Yu to get a can of honey and put some honey in the enamel cup. He slowly stirred it with a spoon and scooped a spoonful of honey water to the wounded's mouth.

The wounded shut up.

"Drink." Su Chende said lightly, "No matter how great a favor is, it can be greater than a life-saving grace. We have saved your life. Are you still worried about our little favor?"

The wounded on the hospital bed was silent for more than ten seconds, and finally slowly opened his dry lips.

...

Su Chende was very careful. After feeding a few mouthfuls of water, he took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of the injured's mouth.

When he did all this, the wounded on the hospital bed looked at him quietly, and it was so natural to watch the fat man do all this.

"Quanda." He suddenly spoke.

"What?" Su Chende glanced at the man. Although he was very excited, there was not much surprise on his face. He showed a sudden look, "Oh, you mean, your name is Quanda."

Quanda nodded.

"All all?" Su Chende thought, "This surname is rare, can it be achieved?"

"Dazhou in Dazhou." Quanda said.

"Are you from Dazhou, Sichuan? Why do you have a northern Anhui accent?" Su Chende asked in surprise.

"The ancestors were from Dazhou." Quanda said.

"That's it." Su Chende nodded. He put down the enamel cup and took out a few photos from his body. He did not directly give the photos to Quanda, but said, "It's not that you want to examine you, that's it. There are a few photos here."

Quanda looked at Su Chende alertly.

"Don't look at me with such vigilant eyes." Su Chende chuckled, "You guys have only escaped two or three people. Except for you, everyone else is dead. The ones in this photo are those who were beaten to death."

Quanda's eyes shrank, and a look of sadness flowed in his eyes.

"I want you to recognize people." He looked at Quanda with sincere eyes and smiled, "It's nothing else. Although you and I are enemies, let alone the position, these people are all heroes."

Su Chende looked at Quanda, paused, and picked up the enamel jar, "Can I drink a bite of water?"

Quanda nodded slightly.

"Thank you." Su Chende said politely, took a sip of water, and then continued, "I just thought that these people were dead like this, so I would have to leave my name."

He looked at Quanda with a plain tone and a sincere attitude, "You and I have different positions. Don't talk about who is right or wrong for now. Okay, just say that if we lose in the future and you win, we have these names in our archives and records of where they are buried. If you want to have a spiritual burial, you can always find someone who is buried."

Quanda was silent, and he closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Cao Yu, who had been quiet on the side, showed a look of dissatisfaction and anxiety in his eyes, and he was about to speak, but Su Chende stopped him with his eyes.

Cao Yu understood what Su Chende wanted to express in his eyes:

Be calm and don't be impatient!

"Do you think we will win?" Quanda suddenly said, but his eyes were still closed.

"Of course I hope it's us who won. I just used an example." Su Chende did not follow Quanda's words, and said so.

Then he saw Quanda open his eyes and look at him, with a look of thought and confusion in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Su Chende asked.

"You can say it exactly as I said." Quanda said.

"No need." Su Chende shook his head, "You are a minion. I don't want to get any secrets from you. I don't have to compromise and deceive you for some purpose."

Quan Da glanced at Su Chende deeply and closed his eyes again.

Cao Yu looked at Su Chende, and Su Chende gave another look of peace and irritability.

"Photo." A voice said softly.

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