Chapter 3: Heaven and Earth (12a)

"Uncle Scar, really." Zhang Songling stepped forward with an arrow, stretched out his hand to support the crumbling old scar, with the poor medical conditions of the guerrillas, it was definitely a miracle to be able to snatch Zhao Tianlong's life back from the hands of Lord Yama, as for the follow-up diagnosis and treatment and rehabilitation matters, as long as you think about it, there will always be a way, if it doesn't work, it is really like what the old scar just said, it is not impossible to kidnap a Japanese doctor in Shenyang and Beiping.

After a day and a night of surgery, the old scar was indeed tired, first leaned on Zhang Songling's arm and gasped a few times, and then added in a low voice: "It's not because of me, it's because he is strong enough, to be honest, if I change to anyone else, I can't save it, alas, don't talk about it, hurry up and go in to see him, remember not to talk to him, let alone provoke him to lose his temper." ”

"Well, I remember, Uncle Scar." Zhang Songling agreed, raised his leg and walked inside, one foot had already stepped on the threshold, but he hesitated to turn his head and shouted in a low voice: "Siqin, sister-in-law, you go in first, Brother Long should want to see you the most at this time." ”

"Then, then I'll go, I'll go in." Siqin raised her eyes that cried like peaches, and asked tentatively, experiencing some great joy to great sorrow and then great joy, her spirit was already extremely fragile, no matter what she heard, she couldn't believe it was true, and she wanted to re-verify it, so as not to be 'deceived' again.

"Let's get inside." Zhang Songling sighed pityingly, turned sideways, let Si Qin into the ward, and closed the door from the outside.

No one continued to try to squeeze in, nor did they raise any objections, although everyone hoped to see the deputy captain turn the corner with their own eyes, the large ward was too small, and at this moment, there was no room for a third person.

Two days later, Zhou Heitan led the ** battalion of Medical Officer Li up the mountain, and also used a war horse to carry five or six boxes of rare special Western medicine on the market, but to everyone's disappointment, the experienced professional surgeon was also helpless with the shrapnel in Zhao Tianlong's body, and repeatedly checked it several times while the other party was weak and sleepy, but Medical Officer Li finally came to the conclusion: "Those few pieces of shrapnel may be stuck in the spine, it's okay not to operate, at least Long Ye can still leave a life, if you force surgery, If he touches the major blood vessels and spinal nerves, I am afraid that even if he does not die, he will have to become a cripple later. ”

"Well, there's no other way." Zhang Songling was anxious when he heard this, and grabbed Medical Officer Li's sleeve and asked.

"No way." Medical Officer Li shook his head helplessly, his face full of apologies, "Not only me, but I'm afraid that in the entire Northern Route Army, there is no one who can operate on him, first, everyone has no experience in doing this kind of surgery, and they can't go under the knife indiscriminately, and second, to do this kind of surgery, you must use a professional X-ray machine, even in the Japanese-occupied area, that thing can only be seen in a few large hospitals, ordinary hospitals, I have never heard of it at all." ”

"That, that,,。" Zhang Songling's brows were furrowed, his heart was anxious, just a few minutes ago, he had discussed with Zhou Heitan how to rob a Japanese military doctor from Shenyang City without realizing it, but now, this road was completely blocked, even if they had a way to rob the military doctor, they couldn't steal an X-ray machine from the hospital completely.

Just when he was helpless, Fang Guoqiang, who had been silent before, suddenly patted his head and shouted in a low voice: "Is it an X-ray machine, I know where to find it, there is one in the Bethune International Peace Hospital, which is the legacy left by Dr. Bethune to the hospital. (Note 1)

"Bethune International Peace Hospital, you're talking about the one located in Tang County, Hebei Province." As if seeing the first glimmer of light in the boundless darkness, Zhang Songling quickly turned around and grabbed Fang Guoqiang's shoulder.

"Well, that's it, it was originally called the rear hospital of the Jinchaji Military Region, but it was changed to its current name early last year in honor of Dr. Bethune." Fang Guoqiang nodded vigorously, "The current dean is from India, the level is very high, many wounded have been pulled back from the death line by him, and his name has been specifically mentioned in the award report of the Hundred Regiments Battle." (Note 2)

In the end, he is a full-time political worker, and he is familiar with all kinds of documents, and he can state the relevant parts like a few treasures without thinking about it carefully, Zhang Songling listened, his spirit was lifted, he grabbed Fang Guoqiang's shoulder, and said eagerly: "Hurry up and send a telegram to Political Commissar Su, ask him to help contact Bethune Hospital, and when Brother Long's condition stabilizes, I will personally send him over, I, I am familiar with the road over there, and I promise that there will be no problems." ”

"Me, my shoulder." Although Fang Guoqiang can be regarded as strong, but compared with Zhang Songling, he is not at all in the same order of magnitude, he was caught to the bone marrow, bared his teeth, and protested in a low voice, "Hurry up and let go of your hand, my shoulders are going to be unloaded by you, the telegram will be sent jointly by the two of us, as for who escorts Brother Long over in the end, now there is no hurry to decide, according to discipline, it involves the cooperation of several military divisions, and the two of us have no right to call the shots, we have to listen to the arrangements of our superiors." ”

"Ah, that's, yes." Zhang Songling let go of his fingers and apologized in a low voice, "I was in too much of a hurry just now to think of this." ”

"What more can you think of now?" Fang Guoqiang gave him a blank look, rubbed his shoulders and complained, for two days and one night in a row, the other party was either guarding Zhao Tianlong's bedside or guarding the door of the ward, feeling that he couldn't sleep or eat, and as for the affairs of the guerrillas and the base area, he pushed them all to others, but it was really a bit irresponsible.

"Isn't it you and Lao Zheng, I just came back, my eyes are black, and the more I do, the more I will make trouble for the two of you." Zhang Songling immediately understood the meaning of the other party's words, smiled again, and responded apologetically.

In front of outsiders such as Zhou Heitan and Medical Officer Li, Fang Guoqiang couldn't say too deeply, sighed, and reminded politely: "In any case, Camp Chief Zhou and Medical Officer Li have helped us a lot this time, and the medicines they brought, even if we have money, we may not be able to buy them."

"There is no need to say these words, as long as they can have an effect on Brother Long's injuries." Zhou Heitan was very unappreciative, pinched him with his eyelids, and shook his head with a sneer, "You came late, I don't know the friendship between the three of us, if I am lying here today, I dare to guarantee that the fat man and Brother Long will also take out everything to save my life, whether I am a bandit leader or a Kuomintang." ”

Note 1: Bethune, a member of Canada, graduated from the University of Toronto Medical School in 1916 with a bachelor's degree, served as a captain in England and Canada, and was admitted as a member of the Royal Society of Surgeons in 1922, and in March 1938, he led a medical team composed of Canadians and Americans to China, and soon went to the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei border area. A large number of health cadres were trained, and countless people survived, and at the end of 1939, Bethune died of an infection during surgery.

Note 2: Kotnis, an Indian, a famous doctor, went to China in 1938 with the Indian medical team to assist in the anti-Japanese resistance, served as the attending doctor of surgery of the Eighth Route Military Hospital and the first director of the Bethune International Peace Hospital, and died in Tang County, Hebei Province due to an epileptic seizure in the early morning of December 9, 1942, at the age of 32.