Thinking of the Japanese navy's ability to project troops and the powerful backup that the Japanese army was about to arrive, Yang An became more and more worried, as if this was entirely his own war of resistance against Japan. Falling into this kind of contemplation, Yang An slowly felt a sense of depression.

, as his thoughts deepened, this feeling of depression became heavier and heavier, so that he felt like he was suffocating. His breathing became deeper and heavier, and his body undulated more and more. This feeling of suffocation formed a

This atmosphere affected the people at the table, and everyone quickly noticed the solemn look on Yang An's face.

Lin Xiaohe pulled Yang An's hand and reminded him: "What's wrong? What are you thinking about, making yourself so heavy!"

Yang An came back to his senses, took a few breaths, and his face slowly returned to normal.

Yang An tried hard to calm down his breathing and mood, and then he felt everyone's concern and said with a serious face: "It is too difficult for the national army to attack the Japanese Marine Special Marine Command. Just now Brother Xiaocheng said that heavy artillery bombardment can't be done."

It worked. The Chinese army surrounded the Japanese Navy Special Marine Corps headquarters. They had to attack and deal with the support of the Japanese army from the dock. This battle situation was too worrying. The Chinese army fought very hard in the Songhu Anti-Japanese War five years ago.

, the Japanese have occupied Northeast China for five or six years, and their strength has greatly increased. I don’t know if the national army can drive the Japanese army into the sea this time. Also, the Japanese navy has a very strong power projection capability, and reinforcements can arrive at any time.

Maybe, this war situation is really worrying!"

Zhao Yiqing took over the conversation: "Now it seems that the situation is indeed not optimistic. Fortunately, the people across the country are united and united in fighting against the enemy. The morale of the national army is high, and the soldiers are using their lives and dying to serve the country. There is no reason why the war of resistance is invincible! Of course!

, Even if the Anti-Japanese War in Shanghai fails in the end, we, the great China, will not be afraid of the powerful invaders. The invaders will not end day by day, and the resistance against Japan will not stop day by day. We must maintain an indomitable determination, fight to the end, wash away the national humiliation, and strive for the final victory of China!"

Zhao Yiqing's face was solemn, and immediately his tone was decisive, scholarly, and resounding.

"Yes, fight to the end!" As soon as Zhao Yiqing finished speaking, Lin Xiaohe made an excited voice.

"Fight to the bitter end!" Zhao Jianmei responded.

Seeing everyone's passion, Yang An became more determined and shouted: "Fight to the end!"

"Fight to the bitter end!" Lin Xiaocheng wiped his face with both hands and patted the table to drive away the tired look on his face.

Next, Lin Xiaocheng told everyone that according to the situation in Zhabei, Xinmin Hospital will begin to move after dinner tonight, and all equipment, personnel and wounded soldiers will move to Minhe Road, a public concession south of the Suzhou River.

After breakfast the next day, Zhao Yiqing followed Lin Xiaocheng, Zhao Jianmei, Yang An, and Lin Xiaohe to the new site of Xinmin Hospital. This was a large song and dance hall, either closed because of the war or to support the Anti-Japanese War.

In addition to the reserved walkways, the ballroom was neatly divided into several areas. The ground was covered with light grass mats. The wounded lay quietly on the mats to rest, and some were still eating breakfast. It was obvious that the hospital had moved overnight and settled the wounded.

In the bright area by the window, a screen separates an area.

Yang An saw that the place was already in order, but the steps of doctors, nurses, and handymen were still in a hurry.

Seeing all this, Zhao Yiqing couldn't help but sigh: "The hospital's actions are really fast. Even if I want to help, I can't keep up."

Hearing his father's sigh, Zhao Jianmei stepped forward, took his right arm, and said with a sweet smile: "Professor Zhao, as long as you don't cause trouble!"

Zhao Yiqing glared at his daughter helplessly, and then heard her request: "Dad, if you really want to help, go find your American friends and use Yang An's money to buy some anti-inflammatory and analgesic Western medicine." Zhao Yiqing said nothing.

nodded.

At this time, Zheng Cunhou walked out of the screen with a tired face. When he saw Lin Xiaocheng and his party, he quickly cheered up and walked towards the ballroom door, shouting: "Uncle Zhao, good morning! Thank you very much for your concern and help.

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"Where, where?"

After saying hello, Zheng Cunhou introduced: "The side separated by the screen is the doctor's diagnosis area and the surgery area. Let's settle it like this first, and then adjust it slowly. The light in the hall is a little darker. Because of moving last night,

The front line did not send any wounded here, so last night was the most relaxing night."

Looking at Zheng Cunhou's appearance, Lin Xiaocheng asked with concern: "Cunhou, you haven't had a proper rest for five or six days, right? This won't work. If your body collapses, there will be no one left to do the hospital's work."

Zheng Cunhou said with a wry smile: "It's not too hard for us to treat the wounded in the hospital. Now that we have moved here, safety is no longer a problem. I heard that the medical staff of the Shanghai Red Cross Rescue Team have to go to the front line to rescue the wounded. That's not true."

It's just ordinary hard work and danger, and Xiao An and the others transporting the wounded is also extremely dangerous."

Hearing Zheng Cunhou's words, Yang An and Lin Xiaohe looked at each other knowingly. Neither of them expected that such a rescue team was still active on the front line, and admiration overflowed on their faces.

Zhao Yiqing and his party entered the screen isolation area under the leadership of Zheng Cunhou. This area is quite spacious and bright. There are operating beds, medicine cabinets and instrument cabinets against the wall, and two trolleys. In one

Next to the cabinet stood a 38-gauge rifle. Looking at the gun, Yang An thought that it should be his trophy last time. Zheng Cunhou saw what Yang An was looking at, so he said to Lin Xiaocheng: "Xiaocheng,

There was really no place to put the rifle, bullets and leather bag you asked me to keep that day, so I had to put it here."

"This is Xiao An's thing. It's not convenient to take it home. It's better to leave it here for now. Anyway, the wounded in the hospital are all soldiers of the national army." Lin Xiaocheng said.

Seeing Dr. Zheng Cunhou taking so much trouble to carry and preserve the gun, Yang An was filled with gratitude and looked at Zheng Cunhou with approval.

Under the leadership of Zheng Cunhou, Zhao Yiqing left Xinmin Hospital after seeing the operating area. Lin Xiaocheng and Zhao Jianmei took Yang An and Lin Xiaohe into two groups and went directly to the hall to inspect the situation of the injured. Zheng Cunhou bid farewell to Zhao Yiqing at the entrance of the ballroom.

, turned around and walked towards the door. As soon as he entered, Zhao Huaiyuan came over with Zhang Yipu.

"Doctor Zheng! Doctor Zheng!" Zhao Huaiyuan shouted.

Zheng Cunhou turned around and saw Zhao and Zhang. He seemed familiar with Zhao Huaiyuan, but had no impression of him. While hesitating, he heard Zhao Huaiyuan say: "Doctor Zheng, I am Zhao Huaiyuan, the younger brother of Zhao Jianmei."

"Oh, it's brother Huaiyuan. I was really rude and neglectful just now." Zheng Cunhou then remembered that the two of them had met several times a few years ago. He looked a little embarrassed and asked quickly: "Huaiyuan, I just sent Professor Zhao away."

Come on, are you looking for your dad or your sister?"

"Dr. Zheng, I came to see my sister. Unexpectedly, I met Dr. Zheng as soon as I came here."

"You guys wait here, I'll go in and call Dr. Zhao." Zheng Cunhou said, pointing to Zhao Jianmei who was patrolling deep in the hall.

"Oh, no, I'd better go by myself."

Zheng Cunhou grabbed Zhao Huaiyuan and said: "The hospital is in poor condition, and there are special regulations prohibiting non-medical staff from entering. I'd better go."

Zhao Huaiyuan had no choice but to stop and said softly: "Dr. Zheng, thank you."
Chapter completed!