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DAY 4: August 13 If there had only been seven wounds.
One can see torn fingers, poked eyes, open wounds, but all the faces radiate with hope and trust in the medical personnel. Here, an large wound has remained open since February. In the absence of means, it was treated with wood charcoal. There, a trouser is lifted revealing an ankle blackened with gangrene. There again, a little child's smile melts your heart through his gaping harelip. No tears are seen, no complaint heard, occasionally a brief moan is let out under the pain of forceps, or a scalpel. and everyone is grateful. Outside, the line grows, always smiling. 60 filipina nurses welcome, reassure and lead them. The doctors treat, the pharmacy is animated, medicines melt away and are wanting. Night comes, another day must be prepared.
A forest accident. The mission has probably saved his hand.
So many tears and so much pain for this little innocent
A few sweet moments: the revealed truth: a balm for souls!
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