"I don't want to amputate my limbs...... I'd rather die here than have my limbs amputated, go, and leave me alone! The scolding suddenly sounded in the ward, pulling Li Hao back to reality from his contemplation.

"You have to amputate your limbs, and if you don't amputate them, your life will not be saved!" The doctor was in a hurry to persuade.

"If you're dead, you're dead, and it's better to live that life than a pig and a dog after an amputation. It's not as good as dying of illness now. The wounded replied firmly.

The doctor was silent, sighed and replied, "I respect your decision. ”

"I will ask the nurse to clean your wounds regularly every day, this is the only thing we can do, as for whether you can survive in the end, it depends on your own creation."

Seeing this, Li Hao's brows furrowed even deeper.

Turning his head to look at Xiao Yuan, he wanted an explanation.

"The regiment commander, another unlucky soldier, it's a pity, the iron-clad man didn't die on the battlefield, but he lost to a few sulfonamide anti-inflammatory tablets that cost more than gold."

"Be clear?" Li Hao asked with a frown.

Xiao Yuan no longer concealed it: "Regiment commander, this soldier must have only injured his leg when he came in, because there is not enough medicine, especially the sulfonamide tablets that are more expensive than gold, they can only clean the wound and use Chinese herbal medicine to disinfect it to avoid inflammation." ”

"The effect of this method is too poor, coupled with the hot weather, it is not conducive to wound recovery, every day a large number of wounded people have to amputate their limbs because of wound inflammation, or directly lose their lives, this soldier's luck is very bad, the wound is not well controlled, it is inflamed."

"This is not bad, I have been in the hospital for more than ten days, at least 20 injured people can't stand the pain caused by the inflammation of the wound because they don't have painkillers, or they don't want to be amputated, so they commit suicide directly while the doctor is not paying attention!"

In Li Hao's eyes, he always thought that only the Eighth Route Army was short of medicine, but he didn't expect that Chongqing would also be short of medicine, and it looked more serious than the Eighth Route Army.

When he thought about it, he understood.

Although the Eighth Route Army was short of medicines, it could also relieve the pressure of medicines by seizing them on the battlefield, purchasing them by the underground party, and even replacing them with traditional Chinese medicine.

What's more important is that the Eighth Route Army rarely had a head-to-head confrontation with the devils, and fought positional battles, and the casualties on the battlefield were obviously smaller.

Chongqing is different.

They fought all on the ground, suffered heavy casualties, and captured few.

After a battle, it is possible to have a few thousand wounded or tens of thousands of wounded.

Due to the continuous transfer, almost all the machinery and equipment used to produce medicines in China have been lost, and a large number of medicines needed by the wounded, especially Western medicines, are all purchased from outside.

The Japanese, apparently aware of this, directly increased the blockade of all kinds of medicines.

As a result, there are only a handful of medicines available in Chongqing.

Drugs are limited, and in order to fill their pockets and make war money, the upper class has withheld many drugs on the black market, sold them at high prices, and even fewer drugs are finally distributed to hospitals.

If Li Hao is not mistaken, in the most difficult period, there were even sulfonamide anti-inflammatory tablets and painkillers available to only five people in a division of the main force.

There is a shortage of medicines, and military doctors can only use them for more valuable senior officers first.

They ran out to get the turn of the junior officers.

When it came to ordinary soldiers, the medicine was gone.

As a last resort, the hospital can only use the most primitive method and use a large number of traditional Chinese medicine instead of Western medicine.

The weather is hot, and the effect of Chinese medicine is slow, especially when treating trauma.

As a result, many soldiers did not die on the battlefield, but in the end, because there were no anti-inflammatory drugs, the wounds became inflamed, and they collapsed, defeated by a few small pills.

It was only at this time that Li Hao finally understood a sentence that had been circulating in the army.

On the battlefield, I would rather die in battle than be a wounded.

Because once you are injured, your life is not your own.

Not only do you have to endure great suffering psychologically, but you also have to bear the great pain brought by the illness to yourself, and if you don't do it, you will be amputated because of the inflammation of the wound, or even lose your life directly.

"Ah......h

Another scream came from the hospital room.

"It hurts so much, I don't want to live anymore...... Anyway, if you want to amputate your leg, it's better to die than to be happy......"

With that, a soldier dragged his wounded right leg and slammed it against the brick wall next to him.

The sound stopped abruptly, and the soldier who hit the wall instantly stopped moving, slumping to the ground.

"Someone commits suicide, rescue it!" A recent doctor rushed over and shouted.

Several people were lifted to the hospital bed together, and the doctor quickly checked the pupils, pulse, and heartbeat......

After a few minutes, he shook his head helplessly: "It's hopeless, let people carry it out!" ”

"Another warrior died, it's too embarrassing!" Xiao Yuan clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and scolded, his face full of anger.

Li Hao was also very aggrieved, and his anger surged upward.

If it weren't for his illness and he couldn't get angry, he would definitely scold him on the spot.

It's so aggrieved that I don't take the lives of ordinary soldiers seriously.

A few words came out of my mind subconsciously: "Life is like a mustard." ”

"Let's go, go back!" Li Hao couldn't bear to continue watching.

The more you look at it, the more angry you must be, which is not conducive to the recovery of your wounds.

Back in the ward, facing the lunch that had been delivered, Li Hao was like chewing wax, and he had no appetite at all.

Especially when I think of the picture I just saw, I even feel guilty in my heart.

They are all soldiers who are desperate with little devils on the battlefield, why should the treatment be so bad after being injured.

Of course, Li Hao also understands Chongqing's approach, medicine is limited, and it can only be used by officers first.

Ordinary soldiers are easy to cultivate, and when they die, they die.

Qualified officers are not the same, especially middle and high-ranking officers.

It is necessary not only to go through systematic study, but also to have rich combat experience.

If you die in the ward because you don't have medicine, you won't be able to train an equally capable officer for several years.

So if you want to solve this problem, you have to start from the outside.

Engage in more medicines.

As long as the quantity of medicine is large enough, the price is lowered, and the supply exceeds the demand, and finally it will be used on ordinary soldiers.

Seeing that Li Hao's face was constantly changing and he didn't eat, Xiao Yuan knew that he hadn't recovered from the picture he had just seen.

After a moment's hesitation, he reminded: "Commander, don't think about it." ”

"Not only here, but the situation of every army in the country is similar, and our Eighth Route Army is no exception."

"Our garrison regiment is not bad, because there are many seizures, and Western medicine can still be supplied."

"The other Eighth Route Army does not have this condition."

"Precious medicines should be spared on critically ill patients, and most of the wounded are treated with herbs instead of Western medicines."

"During the operation, because there was no painkiller and anesthetic, I basically had to go straight to the operation."

"Anti-inflammatory drugs are also very scarce, and although we pay attention to the hygiene of the wounded, there are still many wounded who have been forced to amputate their limbs or die directly because of the inflammation of the wounds."

Li Hao is a traverser, after so many years of hard work, the capital to save his life is already there.

Now seeing the wounded die in pain and despair because they have no medicine, he feels that he should do something, otherwise he is sorry for this opportunity for God to cross, sorry for his knowledge of the brain, and sorry for his identity as a Chinese. 2k reading web