The dim cave was filled with injured soldiers groaning in pain. The roar of the diesel engine added to the din, while the air was thick with the smell of disinfectant and blood. Medical conditions were extremely poor, and the wounded dared not hope for survival. Some complained about their fate, some tried to find joy in the moment, and others lamented pessimistically. There was no guard, much less anyone noticing Luo Zheng and Ghost Hand.
Luo Zheng observed the increasingly agitated doctor, who seemed to be trembling slightly. He gave the doctor a curious once-over and continued in a low voice, "Is there a problem?"
