Wang Lianzhang knew that Song Zhewu came to the hospital to visit the wounded, so when he came out of the laboratory, he led Song Zhewu to the ward, and said as he walked: "This time, the hospital received a total of 1,468 wounded, most of whom were from the Northwest Army. There are not enough wards in the hospital, and before you come back, Chief of Staff Wang asked County Magistrate Meng to solve the problem, and chartered several big car shops in the north of the city, and arranged some of the wounded there. It is estimated that another 180 more will die. Seeing that Song Zhewu frowned, he sighed and explained: "It's not our medical skills, these doctors you hired are all of a good level, and with me, I don't dare to say that we have the best surgical skills in the country, at least one of the best; It's not that there are not enough medicines, it's just that there are no anti-inflammatory drugs in Chinese and Western medicine, and the dead and wounded are all infected and died. ”

"Special anti-inflammatory?" Song Zhewu suddenly slipped a bright light in his mind, when he went to Xiehe in Peking before New Year's Day to visit his students who were training there, he always felt as if he had forgotten a very important thing, but he couldn't remember what it was, and now he finally remembered that it was penicillin, that is, penicillin.

In Song Zhewu's memory, before the 40s of the 20th century, human beings have not been able to master a drug that can effectively treat bacterial infections with few side effects. At that time, if someone had tuberculosis, it meant that the person would die soon. In order to change this situation, researchers have been exploring for a long time, but the breakthrough in this area is due to an accidental discovery. British scientist Alexander #8226; Fleming discovered penicillin by a lucky mistake. In the summer of 1928, when Fleming was on vacation, he forgot about the bacteria growing in the petri dish in the laboratory. When he returned to the lab three weeks later, he noticed a clump of green-green mold growing in a dish of Staphylococcus aureus that had been accidentally exposed to air. When looking at the dish with a microscope, Fleming noticed that the staphylococcal colonies surrounding the mold had been dissolved. This means that some kind of secretion of the mold inhibits staphylococcus. Subsequent identification showed that the mold was Penicillium punctata, so Fleming called the bacteriostatic substance it secreted penicillin. Unfortunately, Fleming was never able to find a way to extract high-purity penicillin, so he cultivated the penicillium strains from generation to generation. It's 1929, I don't know if Fleming has applied for a patent, this penicillin has saved countless lives in later generations, and many diseases that cannot be treated now are a piece of cake in front of penicillin, a broad-spectrum antibacterial drug, and this matter has to be done by the eldest brother Song Zhewen, and it must be done immediately.

Wang Lianzhang saw Song Zhewu stunned, thinking that he didn't hear his words, touched Song Zhewu, and Song Zhewu, who came to his senses, grabbed Wang Lianzhang's hand, shook it and said: "Brother, I know that there is a mold secretion, which is an excellent anti-inflammatory drug, if I get the fungus, can you purify it for medicinal treatment?" Wang Lianzhang pursed his lips and said, "Wen Ge, I see that you are an official and confused, you have forgotten that I am a double doctor of surgery and medicine." ”

Song Zhewu patted his head and said with a smile: "Look at my surname, how can I forget you, a great expert." Saying that, Song Zhewu thought to himself: "God really treats me well!" I also have such talents! ”

The two of them talked as they walked to the backyard ward. As soon as I entered the backyard, I heard bursts of laughter coming from these wards. Wang Lianzhang told Song Zhewu with a smile: "The wounded have just received the pension for the wounded, and they are happy, and they are drooling when they see the wounded of the Northwest Army." ”

There is no compensation for the injured, but Song Zhewu in later generations knew that every injury would cause huge physical and mental damage to the wounded, so in the security army, as long as the injured are injured, there will be a pension. The security forces stipulate that a bereavement pension of 200 yuan for battlefield sacrifices, 100 --- 200 for serious injuries and disabilities, and 20---100 for minor injuries. This is already much higher than the rest of the domestic troops, and even higher than the Central Army. But that's it, Song Zhewu still feels that it is not enough, he has been thinking that if he has his own territory, he will take all the families of the soldiers who sacrificed for the security army to his territory, and never let them lack food and clothing.

Song Zhewu and Wang Lianzhang went straight to the room for the lightly wounded who laughed the most, and they heard a loud voice inside outside the room, happily talking about the pursuit of 55, and a few people with northwest accents were still arguing occasionally unconvinced.

Lifting the thick cotton curtain and entering the house, a hot air came to the face, and more than 30 hospital beds were placed on the walls on both sides, all of which were covered with neat bedding, and there were several pots of blazing charcoal fires in the ground.

The lightly wounded were sitting or leaning on their beds, and only a large captain, wounded in his left arm, stood in the middle of the ground, excitedly recounting the course of the battle. As soon as Song Zhewu and Wang Lianzhang came in, everyone had to get out of bed and salute them, Song Zhewu hurriedly stopped everyone: "No one is allowed to get out of bed, and don't salute, you are all wounded, and you are all heroes of our security army, I came to visit you today." These lightly wounded soldiers of the Northwest Army also joined the security forces, and when they saw that the wounded of the security army were all back to bed, they all followed suit, only the big captain on the ground was still standing there.

Wang Lianzhang said: "This is Wang De, the company commander of the 1st Division and 2nd Regiment. It was supposed to be in the officer's ward, but he had to come here. Song Zhewu saw that this big man was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while. The big man said embarrassedly: "Commander, that's the case, we only have two lightly wounded people in our company, and the second dog of our company lives here, so I'll come and take care of him." "Two dogs." Now Song Zhewu remembered: "Company Commander Wang, you are the platoon commander of Sun Dianying who surrendered to us in Yangjiazhuang in order to save Sun Li, your deputy battalion commander at that time, how about it, what do you think of the security army?" Wang De nodded again and again: "The commander's surname is good, I am the platoon commander." The security army has good food, high salaries, and fairness, and absolutely no one dares to deduct military salaries. "Oh" Song Zhewu still has a number of treatments and salaries, and it is the first time he has heard someone say it clearly, and he also wants these Northwest Army troops who have just come over to hear about it. Company Commander Wang, how can you tell me how to be fair? Wang De said: "Those who have good combat skills, combat bravery, care for their comrades-in-arms, and are literate will be quickly improved, but not with Sun Dianying." I have worked with Sun Chuanfang and Sun Dianying, except for a few chiefs, most of them are willing to promote you by recognizing money and talents. ”

Song Zhewu saw that the wounded soldiers of the Northwest Army listened very carefully, and pointed to Wang De's left arm: "How are your injuries?" Wang Deman said nonchalantly: "It's okay, I would have returned to the company a long time ago, and it would be over if such an injury was bandaged for you by Sun Chuanfang and Sun Dianying before, that is, our security army, carefully served us, took medicine and changed the dressing, and gave compensation to the wounded." After speaking, he turned around and asked the wounded soldiers of the Northwest Army: "Brothers, how are you in the Northwest Army?" A wounded soldier of the Northwest Army replied: "My Northwest Army is just to bandage it, and we have to spend money to find medicine for such minor injuries." ”

Song Zhewu smiled and said to the wounded soldier of the Northwest Army who replied: "This brother, you have already joined the security army, right?" The wounded man nodded: "If you go back to the commander, not only me, but everyone in this room." "Okay, on behalf of all the officers and men of the Security Army, I welcome you! But I want to correct what you just said, don't talk about my Northwest Army in the future, you are all soldiers of our security army, and you are no longer the Northwest Army. The wounded soldier of the Northwest Army replied embarrassedly: "Yes, Commander." I stayed in the Northwest Army for two years, and I couldn't change my mind for a while. Song Zhewu asked again: "What is your position in the Northwest Army?" ”

As soon as he heard Song Zhewu get to the bottom of his question, the wounded soldier who spoke thought that Song Zhewu was angry, and replied a little nervously: "My name is Song Dagang, and I am the squad leader of the first regiment of Han Fuyu's 55th Division." Song Zhewu knew that he had misunderstood, and hurriedly said, "Don't be nervous, I'll just ask casually." Work hard, you look at Wang De, he was a platoon commander when he first came over last year, and now he is a company commander, you also have to work hard to become a company commander as soon as possible. Song Dagang was injured in the leg, sat on the bed and saluted Song Zhewu: "Don't worry, commander, I will do a good job." Wang De blushed and said: "Commander, this time we have captured more than 300 prisoners by ourselves, and our regiment commander said that I will be promoted as the deputy battalion commander when I go back." Song Zhewu laughed and said: "Okay, I've been promoted again, but you can't go back, you get along well with these brothers of the former Northwest Army, take them with you in the future." ”

Seeing what Wang De was going to say, Song Zhewu diverted from the conversation: "Company Commander Wang, where is the second dog?" Wang Deyi pointed to a white young man sitting crookedly on the bed in front of Song Zhewu: "This is not a second dog." "The second dog wanted to get up, but he grinned in pain." Where's the injury? He looked at it carefully. Ergouzi was black and thin half a year ago, but now he has not only grown taller, but also fat and white, Wang De doesn't say that he really can't recognize it.

A hurried first chapter, and there will be another in the evening. Thank you all for your collection and recommendation