Chapter 15 Saving Lives and Helping the Wounded, with superb medical skills

In the village of Shengcang, soldiers and militiamen are building fortifications on the streets and houses, and the wounded and people are moving into the tunnels, and the village is filled with the tense atmosphere before the fierce battle.

It was already dawn, and not far from the outside of the village, the Japanese army had already assembled and surrounded the village like an iron bucket. Infantry howitzers, mountain artillery, and mortars were ready to fire, and the Japanese infantry was also lined up in offensive formation. The Japanese battlefield headquarters was temporarily located in the south of Morikura Village, and Nakagawa Sakae held a telescope in one hand and carefully observed Morikura Village in the north.

The west courtyard of the Ding family compound. Uncle Lao Gen opened the cage door of the two pigeon cages, and seven or eight carrier pigeons jumped out of the cage door, took off into the air, circled over the compound a few times, and then soared away from the village. In the living room of the main house in the middle courtyard, Ding Ruxuan stood in the door with his brows tightly locked, looking out nervously and anxiously, sighing alone, a German black-backed shepherd lying at his feet. Ding Wenqian stood behind him and urged, "Ruxuan, what should I do?" Think of an idea. ”

"I know, I know, third uncle, I'm thinking about it. It can't be delayed like this anymore! Otherwise, it's going to be bad. Ding Ruxuan said irritably.

Mountain village. Farmhouse courtyard, headquarters of the Eighth Route Army. Inside the West Wing. Mr. Peng, the head of the headquarters, was talking to a cadre with black-rimmed glasses sitting across from him. Mr. Peng shook the fan with his right hand, pointed to the telegram on the table with his left hand and asked, "Minister Li, is the situation on the telegram accurate?" ”

Minister Li: "Exactly. Mr. Peng, telegrams sent from several places have confirmed the authenticity of this situation. ”

Mr. Peng: "Oh. What is the situation in other counties in western Hebei? ”

Minister Li: "The Japanese puppet troops in all counties in the western Hebei region participated in this sweep, and after the sweep is over, they are gradually withdrawing to their respective stations, with no sign of increasing troops, and are in a state of rest. Only Lin'an County has transferred an integrated infantry brigade, a cavalry squadron, an artillery squadron, as well as tanks and armored vehicles, and they are still sweeping. ”

Mr. Peng gradually frowned, he stood up and walked to the window, and Minister Li also stood up and walked to Mr. Peng's side. Mr. Peng looked at the sky outside the window and thought for a moment before saying:

Judging from the information from all sides and the content of this telegram, the May Day sweep of the devils is basically over, and they are withdrawing to their respective stations one after another. However, why did the little devil invest such a large force and heavy weapons in another brigade at this time, and continue to sweep wildly in the relatively weak areas of our army in Lin'an County, western Hebei? And judging from the current situation, there is no sign of ending the withdrawal of troops, I wonder if there is some greater conspiracy and attempt here? Your enemy engineering department must find out the strategic intentions and real goals of the devils as soon as possible, what do you think now? ”

Minister Li lifted his glasses and said: "Yes, based on the intelligence analysis of all aspects, this is not a general sweep of devils, there must be some conspiracy and attempt here, and it is likely to be of a strategic nature." Chief, my thoughts and plans are to order Yingchunhua to act immediately, find out the true strategic intentions of the devils, and secretly help and cooperate with the supplementary regiment, the county party committee and the county government, and the masses to break through and move out as soon as possible and withdraw into the mountains. ”

Mr. Peng said decisively and resolutely: "Okay, just execute it immediately as you say!" We must find out the enemy's strategic intentions, which is very important for us to implement the new strategic plan as soon as possible, and Yan'an is watching and waiting for us. I think such an important task can only be handed over to Yingchun Hua to complete, but it must be kept strictly confidential, except for you and me, no third person can know. Also, it is important to get in touch with the supplementary mission as soon as possible and report their current location and details, otherwise their losses may be greater and their situation more dangerous. ”

"Yes! I immediately told the spring flowers to start acting immediately. Please rest assured. Minister Li saluted and turned to leave.

In the quiet of Shengcang Village, the soldiers and militiamen of the Eighth Route Army hid in the barricades, bunkers, and high fortifications on the roofs, forming a network of crossfire from the top and bottom to wait for them. Suddenly, the Japanese began to shell, and a dense number of shells exploded at the edge of the village, shaking the earth, gunsmoke and flames, and the whole village trembled in the violent explosion.

The steep Yufeng Mountain is towering into the sky, with undulating mountains and dense forests. Deep in the mountains, by the stream of the Peach Blossom Valley, dense forests and weeds cover the steep cliffs on both sides of the canyon, and there is an extremely hidden cave more than 20 meters above the cliff wall from the ground to the cliff, and there are several antennas that are very disguised from the hole and go straight to the top of the mountain.

There were several lanterns lit in the spacious cave, and six men and three women were busy nervously in coarse cloth clothes. The guards at the entrance of the cave, the shaking of generators, the reception and reception of telegrams, and the translation of messages are orderly, tense and orderly. A young girl walked briskly to a man in his early thirties with a telegram in her hand, and said:

"Team Leader Zhao, the headquarters is in an emergency, the situation is critical, and we are asked to forward it immediately after receiving it, without delay."

Team Leader Zhao took the telegram and looked at it, suddenly became nervous, his face changed suddenly, he quickly copied the content of the telegram, and shouted loudly and urgently: "Liangzi, send this order out immediately!" The sooner the better! ”

The young man named Ryoko came over and took the message, turned around and ran out of the cave as fast as he could.

In the morning, the Japanese army position in the south of Morikura Village. After a burst of heavy shelling, Nakagawa Eiichi drew his saber and shouted the order to attack, and the Japanese launched a simultaneous encirclement attack from the southeast, northwest, and northwest directions of Morikura Village. The Japanese army swarmed and fired forward, and when it was less than a hundred meters away from the village, the Eighth Route Army rose up to resist, and the battle was extremely fierce. After a grenade exploded in the Japanese army, the Eighth Route Army launched a counterattack, mixing with the Japanese army and engaging in a tragic hand-to-hand combat. The Japanese army gradually retreated, and the first attack failed. Both sides paid a heavy price in casualties and retreated to their respective positions.

Nakagawa Rong held the telescope in one hand and observed for a moment, he put down the telescope and smiled sinisterly, and said disdainfully to the combat staff officer beside him: "Hmph! In the exploratory offensive of our army just now, the Eighth Route Army completely exposed its weak point. Now, the time has come to completely annihilate the Eighth Route Army. Artillery was ordered to prepare for firing, tanks, armored vehicles to attack. ”

A Japanese officer ran over and reported: "Captain, Commander Murayama has called, asking us to temporarily stop the attack, surround but not fight, and wait for orders." ”

After the Japanese attack stopped, the village of Morikura was in shambles, and many houses on the edge of the village were blown up. The soldiers and militia of the Eighth Route Army nervously rushed to repair the fortifications and rescue the wounded. Yu Genshan, political commissar, chief of staff, Huang Zhongde, Wu staff officer and others inspected the village.

The medical team of the supplementary regiment was temporarily set up in a two-entry quadrangle, and at this time there was some confusion when people were entering and leaving, and from time to time the wounded were carried in. Soldiers and militiamen with knife wounds and gunshot wounds crowded the spacious courtyard, some lying on improvised stretchers, others sitting on the ground, and several hygienists were giving the wounded makeshift emergency treatment, bandaging to stop the bleeding, and waiting for surgery. Some of the lightly injured people walked out of the yard after emergency treatment and bandaging their wounds.

Yu Genshan and others walked into the courtyard of the health team and saw the wounded in the hospital, and everyone was very heavy. Yu Genshan called the captain of the health team who was busy in the courtyard and asked with concern:

"Doctor Jiang, are there many casualties among the troops?"

Dr. Jiang said tiredly, "The casualties are relatively large. We are rescuing the wounded. Commander, thank you for sending me a good surgeon, he has helped me a lot. Compared to him, I was like a primary school student. ”

Yu Genshan was confused when he heard this, looked at Doctor Jiang and asked in confusion:

"What? I sent you a surgeon? No, where are the others? Yu Genshan turned around and asked, "Do you know?" Everyone shook their heads together in a daze.

"He came last night, and he said you sent him. At first, I couldn't believe it, I thought I had to test him, but I only asked him three questions, and I believed that he was a professional and systematic medical student, and had clinical experience in surgery, especially the knife wound and gunshot surgery is really proficient and professional. Such doctors are rare even in our division hospital. Soon after the morning battle began, the wounded continued to arrive in the medical team, and thanks to him, the operation for knife wounds and gunshot wounds was done quickly and well. Otherwise, the casualties of our fighters will be even greater. No, he's been busy for a long time, and he hasn't gotten off the operating table. Commander, why did you forget so quickly? Isn't that? He's operating on the wounded in the north room of the backyard. Dr. Jiang raised his hand and pointed to the north room of the backyard and said.

Everyone followed Yu Genshan into the north room of the backyard, and when they reached the door of the east house, they were all stunned by what they saw.

Morikura Village. The front yard of the Ding family compound. Uncle Lao Gen squatted in the yard and fed the pigeons. In the living room of the main house in the middle courtyard, Ding Wenqian sat on the sofa and stroked the back of the German black-backed shepherd squatting beside him and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, ah, good son, you will have something to do in the future." ”

Ding Ruxuan stood in the center of the living room looking at a note, and Changgui stood aside. After reading the letter and pondering for a while, Ding Ruxuan walked up to Ding Wenqian and whispered, "Third uncle, Mr. Li has sent a letter, and he wants us to return to the county seat immediately to sing for a few days. ”

"You don't have to tell me so much, Marly, hurry up and tell the big guys to get ready." Ding Wenqian stood up and said.

Ding Ruxuan turned around and said decisively: "Changgui, you go immediately and call everyone here!" I have something to say. ”

"Yes, young master." Changgui said yes and walked out of the living room.

Some villagers in Shengcang Village came out of their tunnels, some helped rescue the wounded, some rushed to repair houses, and some boiled water for the Eighth Route Army to cook.

The backyards of the regimental health team were also crowded with soldiers and militiamen waiting for surgery. In the east room, on a makeshift operating table made of door panels, lay a soldier who had been shot in the back with his upper body bare, his flesh blurred and unconscious. Wearing a white hat, a mask, and a white lab coat, Francis, with the cooperation of two female nurses, was nervously performing the operation. Debridement, anti-inflammatory, hemostasis, surgery, removal of six or seven pieces of shrapnel from artillery shells, suturing wounds, dressing, and dressing. The procedure is clear, the technique is skillful, the action is agile, and it is done in one go. Seeing that Yu Genshan and the others were stunned and admired.

Gu Lanlan, the deputy leader of the health team and the head nurse, wiped the sweat from Fang Jiren's forehead and said with concern: "Company Commander Fang, you sit down and rest for a while, take a breath and drink some water before proceeding with the operation, you will be exhausted if you continue like this." ”

"No, you can't rest now, if you delay for a minute, the lives of the wounded will be in danger. Nurse leader, don't say it, don't call our company commander in the future, let's hurry up. ”

"Yes, Dr. Fang."

Yu Genshan walked out of the north room and came to the courtyard, shook his head and said with a blank face:

"Huh? Ay? What's going on? How could Francis still have surgery? Who the hell is he? The others followed him, you look at me, I look at you, dumbfounded.

The political commissar frowned, thinking about something with a complicated expression.

Yu Genshan said solemnly to the political commissar: "Hey, this person is really a bit complicated, and it is getting more and more complicated, although this is a good thing. Political commissar, I will leave this matter to you and Director Huang with full responsibility, who is Fang Jiren? Be sure to review him as soon as possible, so as not to have trouble in the future. ”

The middle courtyard of the Ding family's compound. Seven men and five women, including Uncle Lao Gen and Changgui, who were dressed in dark gray coarse cloth clothes, stood in a row. Ding Ruxuan stood in front of them and said in a low voice:

"Uncle Gen, you go to the ancestral hall alone to have a look, and by the way, inquire about the situation of the Eighth Route Army Headquarters. Changgui, you go around the village again, take a look, and find out how many people there are in the Eighth Route Army? Weapons and ammunition or something? Let's find out where we can get out of the village. Hurry up and get ready, let's go. Uncle Lao Gen, Changgui, you can go now, but don't let the Eighth Route Army find out about you, you have to go and come back quickly! ”

Inside the house. The political commissar was talking to Zhu Shiyao, and Staff Officer Wu was sitting next to him, listening and taking notes.

The political commissar said earnestly: "President Zhu, in order to be responsible for the troops and Francis, please tell me all about Franciscan in detail, the more detailed the better." ”

Zhu Shiyao looked at the political commissar, then at Staff Officer Wu, was silent for a moment and said:

"I grew up watching Francis, and I was both his teacher and a bosom friend. Fang Jiren has been a kind, sensible, and well-behaved child since he was a child, and he never bullies others or causes trouble and fights. He is smart and studious, has a clever brain, has a good understanding, and has a strong memory. He excels in his studies, is talented, ambitious, and has a sense of justice. Fang Jiren has been practicing martial arts since childhood, and he is talented, and his martial arts are outstanding, and he dominates North China. His family background is also good, the ancestors of the Fang family were in the dart game, the year when the Eight-Nation Alliance burned the Old Summer Palace, the Fang family dug coal and iron ore in the gourd valley of Yufeng Mountain, and it was already the sixth generation in his father's life. The Fang family's family style is simple and chivalrous, the family is well-off, and the righteousness and wealth are squandered, helping the poor and helping the poor, and they are deeply popular, and they are very prestigious and powerful in the western Hebei region, and government officials must give three points of courtesy. After the Great War, the world became more and more chaotic, and there were constant military disasters and bandits, and the Fang family's Wuwei Dart Bureau could not continue. So, the Fang family began to do business, and later became bigger and bigger, becoming a wealthy man. Francis's grandfather was an ancestral Chinese medicine practitioner, a highly skilled, virtuous and devout Buddhist, and he was a good friend of mine. Fang Jiren has been practicing martial arts and studying Chinese medicine since he was a child. But I don't know why he went to the army of the Kuomintang and left a few years later? I don't know why he is now joining the Eighth Route Army again. It's incredible. ”

Commissar: "Yes, Francis is indeed a little incredible. President Zhu, can you briefly and vividly comment on Francis? ”

"Short image? Oh, chief, I understand, so I'll use the ancients of the Three Kingdoms as a metaphor for him. Fang Jiren can be said to have the courage of Zhao Yun, the talent of Zhuge , the honesty of Lu Su, and the ambition of Lu Xun. ”

Political Commissar: "Hey, President Zhu's evaluation of Fang Jiren is quite high, and the love for talents, the meaning of cherishing talents, and the feelings of protecting talents in the praise are overflowing. President Zhu's Bo Gu Tong is also the wealth of the country and the nation. ”

"No, no, no. The chief praises falsely, falsely praises, and does not dare to be. ”

"Principal Zhu, with all due respect, you simply said that Fang Jiren was a perfect person. Isn't there anything wrong with him or the flaw? ”

"Something wrong? Flaw? Principal Zhu lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, frowned and thought about it, and said, "Chief, I don't know if what I'm going to say is a problem or a defect?" ”

"Principal Zhu said to listen to it, and let's analyze and analyze it together."

"Okay, I said. I heard that this is the case, Fang Jiren grew up in a pile of women when he was a child, and he was pampered, squeamish and naughty, and the Fang family spoiled him and let him go. After the age of seven or eight, he especially liked to stick to women, and when he was in elementary school and middle school, he liked to associate with beautiful female classmates, and girls liked him very much. His father let him practice martial arts and learn Chinese medicine in order to keep him away from girls of the same age, but unfortunately this did not change Francis's almost deformed and perverted preference for being close to women. I also heard that in the summer when Francis was 14 years old, his two cousins came back from Peking and Tianjin for the summer vacation, and the three of them stuck together every day, pulling and laughing. At night, Fang Jiren opened the window and peeked at his cousin taking a shower......"

"Huh?! It turns out that Francis is this kind of person, a scoundrel! Bad character! This kind of person is really too dangerous in the anti-Japanese ranks! ”

"Huh?! Chief, is it so serious? ”

"Of course it's serious, it's very serious! Principal Zhu, in our revolutionary ranks, there are a few people who did not fall on the battlefield of life and death, did not succumb to the torture of the enemy, but easily fell on a woman's bed and defected. President Zhu, do you think Fang Jiren will be this kind of person in the future? ”

"Huh? This? Alas, that's hard to say. ”