On a new day, Yang Mingzhi was asked by his wife to go to the hospital for a re-examination. His arm was simply bandaged and then systematically examined by a professional surgeon.

In the hospital of the troops, several wooden buildings were built there, they had only one floor and more than a hundred beds inside. The life of the troops in the swamp was relatively poor, especially before the soldiers dug the ground and set up wells, and everyone's drinking water was basically surface water. Many people want to be convenient, and the water is only quoted after it is clarified, so there are many people who have diarrhea.

Later, the situation changed greatly after the popularization of boiled water, but the hospital still needs to set up more beds to cope with various injuries and illnesses.

Raslyutin, a surgeon at the former Minsk Hospital, who served as the director of the military hospital, had to face the reality that every time the army returned from a military operation, there were always many wounded soldiers, some of whom were not in good condition.

After the latest military operation, more than 200 wounded soldiers were taken to the hospital, and the beds were no longer sufficient, so some of the less seriously wounded had to make do with stretchers on the ground, while those with wounded arms sat as much as possible.

They all arrived yesterday morning, and the operation on the wounded soldiers began immediately. But there are not many doctors who can perform surgery, and Raslyutin can only bite the bullet.

He reached a tacit agreement with his medical staff that he was responsible for removing shrapnel or bullets from the soldiers' bodies, suturing the wounds if necessary, and the nurses and the village aunt who was temporarily found were responsible for helping them bandage them. "I ask you, don't skimp on medicines. We must revive our fighters, preferably no more in hospitals. Raslyutin so ordered, and the others did as the doctor instructed.

The troops had previously captured several horse-drawn carts of German medicines, which were more important than ammunition, and almost all of them were sent to the swamps.

The most threatening wounded soldier was the infection of the wound, all of whom were given a dose of penicillin, and the wound was disinfected with a lot of alcohol or iodine.

Raslyukhin fought late, and there were still many surgeries that were too late to be done. Because he had consumed too much energy, he passed out directly on the operating table, so he was helped down, and Lilia was responsible for the follow-up of the operation.

At night, Lilia, who followed the troops from the Far East to Belarus, took charge of the overall situation of the hospital. She had seen too much blood, and the smell of blood and alcohol in the air, and the wails of the wounded, would not confuse her.

Lilia is also capable of performing shrapnel extraction operations, but she is purely a Mongolian doctor, and her skills are not at all comparable to that of professional surgeon Raslyutin. She had to bite the bullet, and of course the warriors preferred that she was being treated by Raslyutin.

"Hey! The doctors are exhausted, and you don't want the limb to get worse and be forced to have it amputated. I'll give you morphine and you'll feel better. After instructing a wounded soldier, she went about her work.

Certainly it was the warhead that was removed from the leg and sewn with cotton thread. It's just that during the whole process, the wounded soldiers bit the wooden sticks wrapped in towels, and they still cried wolves, which caused other wounded people to be treated to be very worried.

Lilia worked late, and she couldn't hold on at two o'clock in the night. If you don't have enough energy, you are too prone to medical malpractice. She rubbed her tired eyes and put down the lancet.

"What, is the operation on hold now?" A caregiver asked.

"No, no, it's too late. This is our last one tonight, and we're all tired, aren't we? We'll rest after this one, and when Raslyutin wakes up tomorrow, he'll be the doctor in the field. With that, Lilia turned her head and saw that Raslyujing's white coat had not been taken off, and she was still wearing her shoes and was lying directly on the bed, and there was a burst of snoring.

A new day had arrived, and the star fruit grabbed her husband's right arm, and the two of them moved forward together, as if her man was prone to falling.

"Hey, watch the pit ahead! Be careful with your feet, we're not on the road here. ”

Yang Mingzhi followed her footsteps with relief, she was too cautious, as if she had a leg injury. His wife was a head lower than herself, and she did not tie any more braids according to her own requirements, and her hair was tied in a ponytail and hung down on her chest. This is very in line with my own aesthetics, so dressed like a cute girl.

She is not only cute, but also very capable, with a strong spirit in her bones, and she is indeed a good wife who cares about her husband. If she was a woman of that era, she must be loved by everyone.

The two slowly walked towards the hospital, only to see many soldiers carrying buckets in and out. Some soldiers dumped the water in the pit outside the hospital, and Yang Mingzhi clearly saw that the water was red.

Seeing that her husband's eyes were a little confused, star fruit immediately said, "Don't worry, that's the water for cleaning the linen." The oozing blood stained the bandaging linen red, and the linen cloth was not wasted. It can still be used after washing and drying. ”

Yang Mingzhi nodded: "Our supplies are still not sufficient, if we can contact the base camp of the Soviet army, I will definitely go and ask for a lot of medical supplies first." ”

The two continued walking, and they soon arrived at the hospital. Caregivers working outdoors hang washed white linen on drying racks. It's like they're making noodles, but they're not hanging noodles. When they saw that the deputy division commander had come in person, they hurriedly informed Raslyutin, who was undergoing surgery, of the news.

At this moment, the man woke up and immediately started a new operation, and when he heard the news, he still had surgical forceps in his hand.

"Lilia, I remember that Berekov was also injured. He's probably here to check on the injuries, and you leave for a while to receive them. ”

"Okay, doctor."

Lilia was too familiar with Berekov, and when she saved the two men on the banks of the Amur River, she was also examining his injuries. In the army, he and he also cultivated a revolutionary friendship.

Lilia hurriedly threw out of the operating room, she didn't change her clothes, and there were still a lot of blood stains on her white coat.

She met Berekov and his wife, who were among the wounded soldiers.

Yang Mingzhi knew that the nurse was going to report the situation to Las Liujing, so he would be idle, so he simply continued to walk a few steps, and he and star fruit were among the wounded soldiers.

It was a huge ward where all the wounded soldiers who had been healed were lying. The nurses walked around, some of them former colleagues of star fruit. Just because there was a special order, their Besica was also a front-line combatant.

The nurses were mostly women, and some of the girls from the junior camp were brought in to help on an ad hoc basis. Everyone was familiar with their commander, and when they saw him with a bandage around his arm, they couldn't help but be worried.

"Brother, you can sit on the chair here." Carambola Road.

However, Yang Mingzhi immediately heard the call of the soldiers, and someone was trembling and shouting the deputy division commander.

He turned his head to see a lying warrior, very young and badly wounded. Yang Mingzhi hurriedly put himself in front of this person and slowly squatted down.

The wounded soldier subconsciously stretched out his still intact right arm, and Yang Mingzhi held him together with interest.

"Deputy division commander, I was seriously wounded, and before that I had eliminated at least three Nazis. But what do I do now? ”

Yang Mingzhi was heavily involved in this person, he was shot in both legs, his left arm was also shot, and three of his limbs were wrapped in bandages. "Where's the nurse! What the hell is going on with this man! He shouted, and a young female nurse, a member of the junior camp, rushed to him.

"Report to the chief, this comrade was hit by shrapnel from an artillery shell, and there is shrapnel in both legs that has been removed, this is ......"

"Just what?"

"It's a broken left arm, sir. The doctor removed the shrapnel, but the problem of the fracture was only up to his recovery, and Dr. Raslyutin gave him a wooden splint on his left arm. ”

Yang Mingzhi took a closer look, and this person's left arm was indeed very "thick", and there must be a wooden board under the bandage.

Listening to their conversation, the wounded soldier couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I'm sorry, deputy division commander, I'm afraid it's difficult for me to go to the battlefield like this again." I'm afraid that it will take a long time to recover in the hospital, which is really a trouble for everyone. ”

Yang Mingzhi shook his head: "Comrade, don't have this kind of thought. You are a hero, you killed a few Nazis, and when the war is over, you can brag to your children and grandchildren for the rest of your life. ”

"I still have children and grandchildren?!" The wounded soldier smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I'm only twenty years old, and I'm a sick man. I don't know if I'll be able to stand up in the future. ”

"Fool, of course you can stand up, and after the shrapnel is removed, you just need to get your muscles back up." The nurse pointed the way.

"Yes, of course the doctor won't lie to you. Comrade, what's your name. ”

"Ivan Igorvich Madenovsky, sir."

"Okay, Madenoski. You see I'm also injured as an officer, we're all the same. It's just that I was lucky not to get shot in both legs. Now we all have to take care of our injuries. With that, Yang Mingzhi stood up. This young warrior is very representative, they have just come of age, they are in the prime of life, such soldiers are the most combative, and they are also the most courageous. It's a pity that because it's too brave, it's too brave to fight, and it's easier to die on the road to attack.

Yang Mingzhi faced all the wounded and shouted: "Comrades, I am Pyotr Ivanovich Berekov, your deputy division commander. A few days ago we fought side by side, and now I'm a wounded myself. Don't worry at all, you have to recuperate with peace of mind. There may be many soldiers who are worried that after they recover, it will be difficult for them to return to the army because their physical fitness is not good.

You don't have to worry about this, there is no waste in the Soviet servicemen, and here all of us can do our part. If any of you are seriously injured, or even have lost a limb. Such fighters also have new jobs, such as going to the blacksmith village to manufacture and repair weapons, or training recruits as instructors, etc., etc. ”

After hearing this, many soldiers shed tears of excitement, and everyone's hearts were surging when they listened.

Soon, Lilia found Berekov and even heard his impromptu speech. "This guy, that's how you got hurt. But it's also good that the fighters are fighting without retreating, and your mobilization ability is stronger than that of the political commissar. Thinking so in her heart, Lilia hurriedly pulled Yang Mingzhi out and twisted it to Lasliujing.

Because he is the deputy division commander and the core figure of the troops, the prestige of Berekov is extremely high in the eyes of more than 10,000 soldiers and civilians in the entire Pripyat swamp army camp.

After Raslyutin finished an operation, he made time to check him out.

In this way, Yang Mingzhi lay on the bed, his injured arm lay flat, and he was sandwiched on a square stool. Raslyutin removed the bandage and examined the wound again, frowning. "It's terrible, this wound is really simple and crudely stitched. Whoever gave you the wound with stitches, you must have endured a lot of pain at that time. ”

As he spoke, the star fruit on the side said weakly: "Doctor, it's me." ”

"Oh, the original my Besica. Since you left the hospital system, medical technology has not continued to improve. You see you stitched up your husband's wound, if it were me, I would stitch it straight, and you were crooked. “

Carambola was immediately embarrassed, she didn't refute anything, but felt guilty because she didn't give her husband medical treatment.

Yang Mingzhi saw her frowning little brows sideways, and couldn't help but say, "Doctor doesn't need to say so much. I am very grateful to my wife, who healed me in the terrible environment of the battlefield, and my wounds healed very well when I opened the linen cloth yesterday. What's more, Besica herself was injured. ”

"Yes!" Raslyutin was taken aback, turned his head and asked, "Bethica, how are you doing?" ”

"It was my arm, it was hit by a brick and bruised, but it was fine."

Raslyutin frowned, "Berekov, if you are idle these days, you can stay here in the hospital for the time being." You're so important to all of us, now you and your Bessica enjoy the privileges, don't hold on to it. I will explain to Yevlov and others that you are here for the time being to recuperate. “

Yang Mingzhi nodded, he handed over the aftermath to the political commissars, and he could indeed take a few days off. Since the doctor's advice is so, then listen to Raslyutin. "Okay, I'll leave my wife and me to you, a professional doctor." (To be continued.) )