Commander Yang was silent.

The only bit of Western medicine in the field hospital was bought by the underground party, a traffic officer, who risked his life from the Japanese-occupied area at a high price.

Or it was captured by troops from the battlefield.

Almost every pill was stained with the blood of the martyrs.

As a commander, he can mobilize the forces of the entire base area to do one thing, but Western medicine cannot.

It was in the hands of the Japanese, and it was classified as a very important strategic material and was forbidden to circulate, so it was too difficult to obtain this medicine through purchase, and it would cost a lot to pay.

Even if there is a harvest, the quantity is too small to make much difference.

Battlefield capture is also a route, but it is no less difficult.

The Japanese army is not stupid, but smart.

Knowing that the Eighth Route Army was short of medicine, on the field battlefield, they only carried some hemostatic medicine with the army, treated the wounds simply, and then sent them to the rear for treatment.

Therefore, it is almost impossible to capture the anti-inflammatory drugs needed for surgery from the Japanese field troops.

Unless attacking large strongholds and county towns with hospitals.

But the troops lacked heavy weapons and had to pay a huge price to capture them.

The end result is likely to be hundreds or thousands of casualties and the seizure of hundreds of medicines.

So unless it is absolutely necessary, Commander Yang will never do such a stupid thing.

Produce it yourself, then it is even more impossible.

Without production technology, production equipment, and workers, you can't do it for a long time.

It's hard for a good woman to cook without rice!

It was the first time that Commander Yang faced such a difficult problem, and he didn't even have a clue at all, so he didn't know where to start.

Seeing that Commander Yang had a calm face and did not speak, Dean Zhang replied with an embarrassed expression: "Chief, it is too difficult to solve this problem, I know that you have done your best." ”

"You can rest assured, our field hospital will do everything possible to treat every wounded, replace it with traditional Chinese medicine if there is no Western medicine, and try to control the inflammation of the wound by cleaning the wound and reduce the mortality rate of the wounded!"

"That's why I need a lot of medics to clean my wounds."

"It is also necessary to have a large number of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners go up the mountain to collect medicines to ensure that the hospital has a sufficient number of traditional Chinese medicine to use."

"Also, I need a lot of high-strength liquor."

"Alcohol is the best thing to clean a wound."

"We don't have a special medical alcohol, so we can only replace it with high-count liquor."

"Finally, I need a lot of bandages, table salt."

"By cleaning the wound and keeping it clean and hygienic, the chance of wound inflammation is reduced."

Commander Yang was not idle, he recorded Dean Zhang's requests one by one, and then handed them to the guards beside him and ordered: "Send these requests to the chief of staff immediately, and tell the chief of staff that the entire base area should gather forces to meet President Zhang's requirements, and the speed should be fast." ”

"Yes, Chief!"

As soon as the guards left, a doctor rushed over panting, looking anxious.

"Dean Zhang, there are two more seriously injured people whose wounds are inflamed and have a high fever, and they must be given anti-inflammatory drugs immediately, otherwise they will definitely not survive tonight."

"We still have anti-inflammatory drugs for a few people." Dean Zhang asked rhetorically with a frown.

"There are only eight people left!" The doctor replied helplessly.

"Alas!" Dean Zhang replied with a long sigh.

"Do your best, listen to the destiny of heaven!"

"A medical guard was specially arranged to greet them, clean their wounds every hour, and feed them Chinese medicine. Whether they can survive in the end depends on their own willpower. ”

"Why don't you give them anti-inflammatory drugs, isn't there another anti-inflammatory medicine for eight people?" Commander Yang asked rhetorically with a frown.

"Dean Zhang, don't tell me that those anti-inflammatory drugs are reserved for cadres."

"Cadres are human beings, ordinary soldiers are also human beings, and you, as the director of a field hospital, must be treated equally."

Dean Zhang shook his head and replied, "Chief, you misunderstood. ”

"It's not that we don't give medicine to these two seriously wounded just ordinary soldiers, it's that the condition of these two wounded is too bad."

"The anti-inflammatory drugs for eight people were all used on the two of them, and there was only fifty percent certainty that they would be rescued."

"If it were used on other wounded, these medicines could save at least eight fighters!"

Commander Yang was silent again.

Two are not guaranteed to save lives, and eight are definitely saved.

If he were to choose, he would definitely choose the latter.

So Dean Zhang's decision was not wrong.

The mistake is that the field hospital does not have a sufficient number of medicines, otherwise there is still a gamble.

Now, the hospital doesn't even have a chance to gamble, so it can only watch as two seriously injured people die of illness because they don't have medicine.

Commander Yang was very unwilling in his heart, his face was full of painful expressions, but he couldn't do anything.

Dean Zhang hesitated for a moment and comforted: "Chief, we have done our best to do this. ”

"I believe that the soldiers were ready to die at any time from the moment they joined the Eighth Route Army."

"So don't be too upset."

"Our field hospital will do its best to treat every wounded, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, we will not give up."

"Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap......"

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves reached Commander Yang's ears from far and near.

The field hospital is a military stronghold in the base area, and it is absolutely not allowed to run wild on horseback, which is a military regulation.

Commander Yang was racking his brains about the medicine, and when he heard the sound of horses' hooves, he subconsciously thought that someone had violated military discipline, and his brows furrowed, and his anger rose.

Strode out of the field hospital, trying to catch the man.

The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, apparently rushing towards the field hospital.

The anger on Commander Yang's face intensified.

When they reached the entrance of the field hospital, the three cavalrymen came to a stop.

Three fighters jumped off the fighters, two fighters were armed with two guns, a rifle. A box cannon, a soldier carries a box on his back, and a box cannon hangs on his waist, and at a glance he knows that it is elite and does not belong to his subordinates.

Seeing Commander Yang rushing over, a trace of excitement flashed on his face.

"Report to the chief, we are from the garrison regiment guard battalion, and we were ordered to send a box of medicines, and the political commissar has an order, and these medicines must be personally handed over to the chief, in order to complete the task."

Commander Yang subconsciously asked: "Where did you get these medicines, if I remember correctly, your garrison group seems to be short of medicine." ”

"It was the regiment commander who sent him back from Chongqing through the World War II Zone."

"Great, what's in there?" Commander Yang's eyes lit up and he continued to ask.

"It's all anti-inflammatory." The guard replied.

"Anti-inflammatory, are you sure?" Commander Yang asked rhetorically with an incredulous face.

After getting confirmation from the guard, the smile on his face became even stronger, and he exclaimed excitedly: "Great, the wounded are saved." ”

"Let's go, follow me in, now we are in urgent need of anti-inflammatory drugs, and your arrival is definitely a relief in the snow."

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