Chapter 13: Changing Guards (27)

The first time I walked out of the ward, it was half a month later, fortunately, the penicillin of the General Hospital of the 21st Group Army guaranteed the supply, and the buttocks were swollen from two beatings a day, and finally the inflammation of the respiratory tract was suppressed, however, the damage to the respiratory tract and lungs could not be repaired in half a month and a month, and according to the attending doctor, it was necessary to stay in the ward for three or two months. This half month is the most difficult half month in Mo Di's life, he can't speak loudly, let alone laugh as he wants, and he can't even pant hard, and if he doesn't pay attention to it, it will cause a sky-high cough. The first five days were purely ambulatory and on the sixth day the doctor approved that you could get out of bed and move slowly, but there was one requirement that it should not cause a cough. When he was allowed to get out of bed, the first thing he did was to go to the toilet, and he fell asleep and peed for a few days, longing for a life of standing up to pee. It's comfortable to pee standing up, but it's miserable to squat and pull, and I haven't held out the feces yet, but I hold back a string of coughs that are almost out of breath, and I gasped loudly after coughing, and swallowed the smell of the five elements of reincarnation in the toilet in a big gulp. The taste of it can be understood but not spoken.

Seeing that Mo Di was basically able to take care of himself, on the morning of the seventh day, Jin Tongxuan left Lihuang with Sun Cheng and others and went to Yuexi to go through the formalities, their order had been issued, Mo Di was dismissed from the post of head of the 176th Division Field Supplement Regiment, and only served as the director of the Staff Office of the 48th Army, Jin Tongxuan was appointed as the chief of staff of the 176th Division Field Supplement Regiment, and served as the director of the Planning and Finance Division of the Anhui Provincial Department of Civil Affairs, and Sun Cheng and others were also transferred from the 176th Division Field Supplement Regiment to the 48th Army Guard Battalion and continued to serve as Mo Enemy's guards. On the day he received the notice, Luo Wei took the guards to Lujiang by car. Sun Cheng wanted to leave a few people to take care of Mo Di, but Mo Di refused, and Mo Di told them that the nursing child would not grow up, and if he wanted to get out of the ward earlier, he would start to take care of himself a day earlier. Jin Tongxuan knew Mo Die's tenacity, explained a few words, and took people away, after all, this is a hospital, even if there is no one to take care of it, there are doctors and nurses.

Walking from the ward to the cafeteria, Mo Enemy spent half an hour, rested three times halfway, and the nurse said to help him bring the food back, but he refused, and told the nurse with a smile that he couldn't get it back if he had food, it was not really wasteful. The nurse also knew that Mo Di needed to move around a lot, and proper exercise was beneficial to the recovery of lung function, so he was left to go.

Mo Di's ward was on the second floor, and the first time he walked down the stairs, Mo Di's knees were weak, and he almost knelt on the ground, holding on to the square pillar on the first floor, moved to the stool next to him and sat down, taking deep breaths for fear of causing a cough. The attending doctor stood aside and watched him from the beginning of Mo Di's downstairs, he knew Mo Di's situation better than Mo Di himself, going up and down the stairs was too difficult for Mo Di at this time, and he was able to complete this task completely by personal will, nodded sincerely, and admired Mo Di, this is a person with strong willpower, and his small body contains a strong fighting spirit.

Stopped the people who wanted to help Mo Di, the attending doctor watched Mo Di continue to move forward, from the green tree path to the canteen, the ward is not far from the canteen, a good path, in order to facilitate the injury, the road is very smooth, there are some armrests and chairs at the first distance, Mo Di walked very slowly, basically stop-and-go, but did not stop on the chair, walked to the door of the canteen, there are five upward steps, Mo Di walked to the left and right handrails, stood according to the handrails, and accumulated some strength, before climbing the five steps, The five steps that are usually very easy are so difficult in the eyes of Mo Di at this time.

After entering the cafeteria, I found a seat and sat for a while, and then Mo Di went to the food window, until he walked back to his seat with the food, and he didn't cough, which Mo Di was quite satisfied with.

A wooden tray, one dish, one rice and one soup, the dish is minced meat and tofu, the rice is rice porridge, and the soup is pork lung soup. Mo Di eats very seriously and carefully, and really chews and swallows slowly, but he is afraid that his heart will be broken and the cough will outweigh the losses.

There are a lot of people eating in the hospital cafeteria, Mo Di doesn't know each other, and he doesn't greet anyone, everyone is in hospital gowns, and I can't tell who is big or small. There were four people sitting at a round table with Mo Di to eat, each with a tray for each person, and they didn't greet each other, obviously they didn't know each other.

Mo Di hadn't finished eating, and the one next to him had already finished the fight, this one was missing a leg, and his right side was cut off at the knee, and the bandage could not be seen in the cut, but the empty trouser leg was tied up at the knee, and the excess part was cut off flat. There are two crutches leaning on the side of the table, and the crutches made of wood are very strong. This one was happy, looked around, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit a fire, and a puff of smoke sprayed towards Mo Di.

Mo Di couldn't dodge, and took a big puff of his heart, which immediately caused a violent cough.

His face flushed, coughed and bent over, Mo Di pressed one hand on the table, and the other hand pressed his neck hard, trying to let out the breath he was stuck. Soon, he was out of breath, and the person collapsed directly. Someone quickly ran out to call someone, and the medical staff also ran in, a small male nurse, picked up the invincible on the ground, and ran to the emergency room.

A cigarette after a meal, a race over the living immortals, although smoking is prohibited in the hospital, it is only on the slogan, although the words of the slogan are very large, but few people follow it. The soldiers are all rough people, those who smoke paper cigarettes are good, and some directly roll tobacco leaves, which is second only to the gas red No. 1 bullet. Smoking is never prohibited in the canteen, and the vast majority of people will order one after the meal, and there are some of them who take out paper cigarettes and distribute them to the people around them, swallowing clouds and spitting fog together, super enjoyable. But they didn't expect that around them, there were people like Modi whose respiratory tracts were seriously damaged by poison gas bombs.

The smoker knew that he had made a big mistake, and he stood at the table with a cigarette in his hand, and he knew that it was all because of his own puff of cigarette, and if the little man just now had a problem because of this, he would definitely be punished.

On crutches, he walked outside the rescue room, stretched his neck, listened to the movement inside, and looked at the doctors and nurses who hurriedly walked in, and felt a chill in his heart.

About half an hour later, a stretcher appeared from the emergency room, and two people carried the stretcher, one on the left holding an oxygen bag, and one on the right holding an infusion bottle high and went up to the second floor.

On crutches, the smoker also followed, watching Mo Di being carried into the ward from a distance, several staff members walked out, and the guy on crutches hurriedly pulled a stretcher and asked, "Doctor, how is that person?" ”

"Which one?" The stretcher bearer paused for a moment, pointed to Mo Di inside, and said, "He? ”

He nodded on crutches.

The stretcher bearer said, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

"What's wrong with him?" The crutches asked, "I can't smell the fireworks." ”

"I was smoked by the Japanese gas bombs, and my lungs and throat were damaged, and I want to smoke for the rest of my life." The stretcher bearer glanced at the crutches and said, "Why are you asking this?" Oh, you're the one who breathes smoke, right? Smoking is not allowed in the hospital, you kid wait to be punished. ”

The stretcher bearer left, the one who took the oxygen bag and the one who carried the infusion bottle also left, and the crutches were left at the door, still staring at the motionless Mo Di.

From this moment on, Mo Di had an extra attendant by his side, dinner, Mo Di did not go to the canteen again, the crutches gave up his crutches, but on crutches, and the other hand brought back a tray from the canteen, while maintaining his own balance, he also had to maintain the balance of the tray, just one section of the road, plus a floor of stairs, tired this guy to the point of white sweat.

The crutches were named He Lian, a battalion commander of the 171st Division of the Seventh Army, who had recently encountered the Japanese Qingxiang team in Shou County, and was hit by a machine gun and broke his right leg. With one leg missing, the next step must be to take off the military uniform and bid farewell to the barracks, where to go, He Lian is at the most difficult decision-making juncture. Back to my hometown in Guangxi, the world is far away, the railway has long been blocked, and I have lost a leg, when will I be able to go. What can a disabled person do if he arranges work on the spot in Anhui? In addition, he was born in the army, except for fighting, he has no skills in hand, and there is only one way out when he quits the barracks, and that is to join the beggar gang. His injuries have long been healed, but he has been sick in the hospital, which is the reason. Because he was at the critical time of quitting the barracks, He Lian was not punished, and He Lian blamed himself very much for the trouble he had caused, so he took the initiative to take care of Mo Di.

Now in front of Mo Di, He Lian didn't talk about smoking, and he didn't even dare to speak to Mo Di, for fear that the smell from his mouth would cause Mo Di's discomfort.

"Battalion Commander He, sit down!" Mo Di was eating and said to He Lian. He Lian is not short, and he is also very big, although he is missing a leg, his military posture is still very rigorous. It can be seen that he is a good hand on the battlefield. He didn't wear a hat, but he showed a short hair pile, long sideburns, and a big beard on his cheeks, which was shaved very diligently, and his face was pale. is also because of this beard, the age can't be seen, Mo Di thinks that the worst is also compared with Liu Qinglong, thirty-four or five.

He Lian sat down, subconsciously touched the cigarette, and only after touching it did he return to his look, secretly glanced at Mo Di, and found that Mo Di was eating very seriously, so he put his mind at ease and shook his head self-deprecatingly.

Because he was worried about causing a cough, Mo Di really did not eat and was silent, and at the end of the meal, Mo Di slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

He Lian cleaned up the mess that Mo Di had eaten, wiped the table very seriously, and prepared to send the tray back to the cafeteria. I heard Mo Di say: "Battalion Commander He, don't give me food tomorrow, it's not convenient for you, I'll just ask the nurse to help me call back." ”

"It doesn't matter, I can do it." He Lian said: "Captain Mo, do you think it's inconvenient for me to jump on one foot?" I thought it was a bit of a struggle, but for the rest of the day, I had to jump on one foot, so let's start getting used to this kind of life now. If you can't even cook some food, in the future, I am afraid that there will be only one way to starve to death. ”

Mo Di sighed and said, "You are stronger than me, you are just missing a leg, I may lose my breath at any time, when I can't get up in one breath, even if I pull it down in this life." ”

"Different, different." He Lian said: "Commander Mo, your injuries still have to be treated, one month is not two months, two months is not half a year, as long as there is time, it can be cured." Mine is no longer saved, and no matter how long it takes, it won't be able to grow a new leg. ”

Mo Di nodded, this is the truth, and said, "Then next, what is Commander He's going to do?" ”

He Lian shook his head painfully, packed up the tray, and walked out.

Mo Di looked at the back of the distant figure, a little sad feeling of the rabbit and the fox, his body is not optimistic, if he is cleared out of the barracks, what do he rely on to make a living, I hope that there is no endless road! Suddenly, he remembered Wei Yongcheng, the head of the Civil Affairs Department, maybe this was something he should consider.