Shen Quan's next explanation can be regarded as making Wang Liang angry, but no matter how urgent the situation is, he can't put a gun on the head of the old gentleman. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old gentleman volunteered to come over to treat our wounded soldiers, and that's your attitude.

Wang Liang's reprimand made Shen Quan's face redden, and he deeply realized his mistake.

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"Sir, I was wrong, I was wrong." Shen Quan knelt down for the old gentleman and kowtowed again and again to apologize.

"Get up quickly, Housheng, I understand you, it's not easy for you to fight devils. But there's nothing I can do, alas! "The old gentleman naturally doesn't count so much, but he can't tell the bitterness.

Here's the thing, a fighter was shot through the lungs by a bullet, and the bullet never came out.

Even an experienced old gentleman can't do anything.

The soldier was about to die, and Shen Quan, as the battalion commander and brother, was anxious, so the situation just now appeared.

"Take me there." Wang Liang frowned, the lack of skilled doctors is a fatal shortcoming of the current independent regiment.

The lightly wounded soldiers are better to say, as soon as there are seriously wounded, most of them are helpless.

These so-called seriously injured people are not a problem at all in the 21st century.

But in 1938, the medical conditions were here, there were no advanced instruments and instruments, and many diseases could not be treated.

This is a headache for Wang Liang.

Wang Liang examined the soldier's wounds, and they were indeed very serious.

Although the warrior still breathes, he has more air in and less air out.

It's not a light cough, but blood comes out.

There is no doubt that the bullet hit the lungs, Wang Liang shook his head, let himself have an appendicitis operation, this involves the lungs, no joke.

Although Wang Liang looks perverted, he is not so perverted that he remembers every structure of his lungs clearly, and he can't do surgery.

"Sir, you really can't do this surgery? Not even a possibility? Wang Liang once again pinned his hopes on Lao Langzhong and asked hopefully.

Except for this old man who was invited, the other hygienists of the independent group would only bandage the wound or perform some simple minor surgery.

If this kind of bullet hits the lungs, naturally there is no such ability.

Lao Langzhong helped his glasses, shook his head, and said, "There's really no way." ”

Wang Liang and Shen Quan looked disappointed.

Do you just watch your brother die?

"Okay? Can I try it? Miko Takeda asked tentatively, knowing a few words of Chinese.

"You know how to heal?" Wang Liang glanced at Miko Takeda in disbelief, she looked less than twenty years old, could she do this surgery?

Miko Takeda nodded, "Understand a little, I should be able to, can you let me try?" ”

Wang Liang thought about it for more than ten seconds and felt that there was no good way.

Instead of watching this warrior die, why don't you let this Miko try, in case she is saved?

"Okay, please."

"Leader, she..." Shen Quan and Pan Zhixiong looked at Wang Liang and wanted to say something, but were stopped by Wang Liang.

"Leave two people as assistants, and everyone else will go out." Wang Liang shook his head and motioned not to say anything.

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Time was passing minute by minute, and Wang Liang kept looking at the watch in his hand.

More than an hour passed, and there was still no movement inside.

As time passed, Wang Liang's heart became more and more panicked.

But thinking about it the other way around, the fact that there is no movement inside also shows that the fighters are still alive and there is hope.

This shows that Miko Takeda still knows a little bit about medicine, doesn't it?

Wang Liang comforted himself like this.

Shen Quan sat on the steps of the doorway, smoking cigarette after cigarette.

An hour's work is already a cigarette butt in the ground.

"Hee Shun is my brother, he has been with me for four years, he can't die, he decided that he can't die."

The seven-foot-tall man's tears came down as he spoke.

It could be seen that Shen Quan had a deep affection for the soldier lying in the house.

"Big brother, do you say that Japanese girl is reliable? Why do I feel so unsure? If you let her operate on Brother Xishun, it won't hurt Brother Xishun, right? Pan Zhixiong reminded Wang Liang with some concern.

He has been dealing with Japanese people in Japan for many years, after all, most of the Japanese are still bad, so Pan Zhixiong already has a shadow in his heart.

"Can you do this or can I do it? Obey the destiny of heaven and do your best, right? Wang Liang asked Pan Zhixiong rhetorically, and suddenly Pan Zhixiong had nothing to say.

Yes, no one can do this surgery.

Miko Takeda said she could do it, and she would see the results.

It took a full two hours for the door of the house to be opened.

"How? How's Heeshun doing? Before Wang Liang could speak, Shen Quan, who was anxious, stepped forward and grabbed a nurse's arm and asked.

"The bullet was taken out, and the blood pressure and heartbeat are currently within the normal range, but we still have to continue to observe." The nurse replied with a smile.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Shen Quan breathed a sigh of relief and kept saying thank you to the nurse.

Wang Liang smiled, this Meizi is really okay.

"Don't thank me, I'm just giving Miss Miko a hand. Camp Commander Shen, if you really want to thank Miss Meizi, she is the knife herself. Also, Comrade Xishun needed a blood transfusion, and he didn't have time to take a blood test, and he also rolled up his sleeves to transfuse blood. Surgery while transfusing blood is not easy. The nurse praised Miko Takeda from the bottom of her heart.

The performance of this Japanese girl has already conquered her.

The original wariness and mustard suddenly disappeared in such a thing.

"Miss Miko, from today onwards, you are my sister-in-law of Shen Quan! Sister! Shen Quan, who has always been jealous and hateful to the Japanese, was also moved, and he saved his brother's life.

At this time, Miko was very weak, lying on another bed in the room, she had transfused nearly 800cc of blood, and her face was naturally not much better.

"Zhixiong, go, let Dasei in the cooking class kill a chicken stew soup and make up for Miss Miko. Hurry up. Wang Liang patted Pan Zhixiong's shoulder and arranged.

"Yes." Pan Zhixiong naturally has no opinion, everyone has done their part, and he is also convinced.

Wang Liang nodded, this Meizi, Lao Tzu accepted it. (Well, don't get me wrong, it should be said that it was under the independent regiment...) ）

"Miko, did you study medicine?" Wang Liang poured a cup of water, handed it to Miko Takeda, and asked.

"Well, I've studied for two and a half years, but it's the first time I've done this kind of surgery." Miko Takeda seemed to be a little scared of Wang Liang, nodded slightly, and said cautiously.

(Note: The surgical instruments and blood transfusion devices were all obtained from the train last time, and the blood transfusion equipment was the simplest kind, of course, the problem of AIDS in this era is negligible...) (To be continued.) )

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