重庆临江门外,一个德国人开设的诊所里。医生沃克端坐桌后,神情孤傲。他头也不抬,冷冷地问:“什么名字?”“刘大川。”“年龄?”“二十四。”“什么病?”“土匪打伤了眼睛。”沃克解开了病人右眼上的绷带,他怔住了,蓝色的眼睛里闪出惊疑的神情。他重新审视着眼前这个人,冷冷地问:“你是干什么的?”“邮局职员。”“你是军人!”沃克一针 Chongqing Linjiang door, a German clinic opened. Walker sitting on the table after the doctor, look lonely. His head does not lift, coldly asked: “What name? ” “Liu Dachuan. ” “Age? ” “Twenty-four. ” “What disease? ” “Bandit hit Wounded eyes. ”Walker untied the bandage on the right eye of the patient, he zhengzhu, blue eyes flashed suspicious look. He re-examined the person in front of him and asked coldly, “What are you doing?” “Post office staff.” “You are a soldier!”