Wei Ran and Zhou Houpu listened to the cries of grasshoppers in the damp reed marsh all night. Early the next morning, before the sun could dissipate the moisture on their clothes, the rapid crow of crows could be heard outside the reed marsh.
Voice.
Zhou Houpu, who had just fallen asleep, rolled over and got up. After checking the code with the people outside, he immediately got out with the boat.
"Dad! What's wrong with you?"
Zhou Houpu's expression changed immediately after seeing Uncle Zhou. At this time, Uncle Zhou's fairy-like temperament disappeared, and the puppet soldier he was supporting who had been treated for back pain had his shoulders stained with blood.
Dark red.
Pushing the bicycle in his hand into the water beside the reeds and hiding it, Uncle Zhou allowed Wei Ran and Zhou Houpu to help him and the puppet soldier jump onto the small wooden boat. Then he gasped and said, "Hurry! Go back quickly, behind you
There are traitors chasing you."
Zhou Houpu did not dare to delay after hearing this, and quickly took advantage of the boat to get into the depths of the reed marsh. He quickly changed his position along the secret and narrow channel.
Less than five minutes later, there were noisy shouts outside the reed swamp behind me, and there were even one or two gunshots among them.
The four people on the boat quickly lowered their bodies, reasonably pulled the reeds on both sides of the boat, and moved their positions silently.
Gradually, the sounds behind him became increasingly blurry, until finally there was no sound at all, and everyone on the boat breathed a sigh of relief.
"Is Brother Sanhai okay?" Zhou Houpu, who was in charge of rowing, asked worriedly.
"It's a bit troublesome," Uncle Zhou sighed, "His shoulder was shot from behind by the traitor Da Kui, and the bullet is still stuck inside."
"Uncle Zhou, I...I don't want to die." The puppet soldier dressed as a wounded soldier had a cry in his voice.
"You can't die. Don't worry, Sanhai. When I get back, I will find a way to dig out the bullet for you." Uncle Zhou frowned and said, but the embarrassment in his tone was clearly heard by the other three.
"It would be nice if the medical kit was still there," Wei Ran couldn't help but muttered.
"Boy Wei, hand me the medicine basket." As Uncle Zhou spoke, he took out a blue cloth bag from his arms, opened it, took out a few acupuncture sticks and inserted them around the wounds of the puppet soldier named Sanhai.
What is quite miraculous is that after these few injections, not only did the expression on Sanhai's face become much more relaxed, but even the bleeding speed from the wound slowed down a lot.
After receiving the rattan box from Wei Ran, Uncle Zhou opened it and took out a small bottle, poured out a small white pill only the size of a corn kernel and stuffed it directly into Sanhai's mouth.
Sanhai sipped the pill, stretched out the hand on the other side of the wound, scooped up a puddle of water from outside the boat, brought it to his mouth, and washed the pill down.
"Uncle Zhou, your acupuncture really works. It doesn't hurt anymore." After Sanhai swallowed the pills, the expression on his face became much more relaxed.
"It just stopped the pain temporarily."
Uncle Zhou's frowning brows still didn't relax, "I am sure that the shoulder blade that was broken by the bullet will grow back, but I want to dig out the bullet for you according to my method. It's such a hot day.
This wound must be inflamed and infected."
Zhou Houpu, who was rowing the boat, said in a low voice, "It would be great if Sister Cuilian was here. What she learned from the hospital in the base area can definitely be used."
"You kid, don't keep talking about Cuilian." Uncle Zhou whispered angrily, "What's the matter? How can their Western medicine cure the disease?"
"I didn't mean that," Zhou Houpu argued, and at the same time, the speed of rowing became much faster. It would take a lot of time to go back from here.
"I see, Brother Hopu really doesn't mean that."
Sanhai, who had been crying in fear just now, became more alive at this time, and winked at Uncle Zhou and said, "He is probably interested in Miss Cuilian."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhou Houpu immediately blushed when he heard this, and the speed of rowing also increased a lot.
"The second daughter of the Niu family is very progressive. I heard that they all went to northern Shaanxi with the army. How can Magnolia, a ancestral farmer who has grown crops and seedlings, be worthy of others?"
Uncle Zhou muttered something envious and inferior at the same time, then changed the subject and said, "Sanhai, just hold on, I'll dig out the bullet for you when you get back to Zhuangzi."
Upon hearing this, Sanhai swallowed a big gulp of saliva, and nodded with a pale face. The relief that had just arisen also disappeared.
"Uncle Zhou, can I see your medicine basket?" Wei Ran, who had been silent for the whole time, asked.
"Yes, there's nothing wrong with this." Uncle Zhou was extremely happy and handed the not-so-big rattan box to Wei Ran without thinking.
Opening the small window door on the rattan box, Wei Ran looked around one by one. The box was not big, but it contained a lot of things. The bottom layer was a medium-sized casserole, and the black stuff inside was solidified plaster. There was a layer of stuff on top.
In addition to a small inkstone, the grid on the left hand side of the first floor also contains a stack of papyrus and a writing brush. The grid in the middle contains several small porcelain bottles. The grid on the right contains a bundle of plywood of different shapes and a pulse sensor.
wrist pillow.
Disappointedly closing the rattan box, Wei Ran couldn't help but say, "If you have some Western medical equipment, maybe I can help."
"You?" Uncle Zhou glanced at Wei Ran suspiciously, "Can you still do this?"
"At least the bullet in his shoulder can be taken out and the wound can be stitched up." Wei Ran sighed, "It's a pity that there is nothing."
"What do you need?" Zhou Houpu, who was shaking his head desperately, asked breathlessly.
"At least you have to have a scalpel, sutures and suture needles."
"Yes, there are these things." Zhou Houpu said harder and harder, "Cuilian... gave me a set as a gift when she left... Think about it, I haven't touched it all this time, just... she's at home.
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"Boy Wei, are you not boasting?" Uncle Zhou asked seriously.
"Really not" Wei Ran nodded seriously, and then saw Uncle Zhou taking over his son's job.
"Then let's go back quickly!" Uncle Zhou shook the oar vigorously, and his son was not idle either. He pulled out the bamboo pole tied to the side of the boat to help increase the speed.
With the cooperation of the two men and the help of Wei Ran, the small boat with four people on it slid quickly in the water, and soon left the channel wrapped in reeds and entered the depths of Baiyangdian.
Without the obstruction of the reeds, the boat ran faster and faster, but even so, nearly an hour had passed by the time the boat stopped at a small village whose terrain was extremely familiar to Wei Ran.
Is this what grandma and their village looked like before?
Wei Ran looked at the low adobe houses, and followed Uncle Zhou and his son, as well as Sanhai, who was shot, into a small courtyard that was not too big.
"Just in the yard," Wei Ran said, "the light outside is somewhat better."
"Boy Wei, are you really sure?" Uncle Zhou stopped and asked again. This time, even Zhou Houpu and Sanhai, who was shot, looked at Wei Ran nervously.
"Don't worry," Wei Ran said while looking at Zhou Houpu, "Take out your token of love!"
Zhou Houpu, who was about to say something, suddenly blushed and ran into the west wing. Not long after, he took out an aluminum lunch box carefully wrapped in blue coarse cloth.
Opening the lunch box and looking at it, Wei Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, there were not many instruments in the lunch box. There were only a scalpel, two hemostats, a pair of tweezers, a pair of medical scissors and a small pack of sutures and sutures.
Needle. In addition, a syringe with a glass tube is placed in the remaining space.
Putting the lid back on, Wei Ran raised his head and said, "Boil a pot of boiling water. The pot must be cleaned and there must be no oily smell. Is there any white wine? It's better to be stronger. Also bring out a table."
"Go get the copper pot for gunpowder," Uncle Zhou said without thinking. While speaking, he had already brought a cast iron stove from the corner.
Before he could light the fire, Zhou Houpu ran over with a copper pot in his arms. By the time he fetched water from the well and washed the copper pot, Captain Zhao, whom he had just met last night, had already walked in with several people.
They entered the courtyard, and behind them was the limping Han Shoutian.
Seeing Captain Zhao walk in, Sanhai, who was covered in cold sweat, immediately stood up and said, "Captain Zhao, you are here."
"Are you injured?" Captain Zhao asked with concern.
"No...it's okay"
Sanhai responded with a somewhat unnatural expression, and then whispered something into Captain Zhao's ear.
"you sure?"
Captain Zhao didn't wait for Sanhai to speak before he said, "Wei Ran is one of our own."
Hearing this, Sanhai said again, "I'm sure. I watched the two steamboats set off early this morning. I counted them in detail. There were fifteen or six Japs on board, as well as more than 20 puppet troops. The little Japs led them
The leader of the team is the Japanese captain who burned Lao He's Weizi land last winter, and the leader of the puppet army is Liu Laizi."
"Do you know where they went?" Captain Zhao chased and asked.
"I know!" Sanhai quickly replied, "I went to Zhaobeikou, probably to discuss the raids with the Japanese there. I asked Liu Laizi, and he said that he will probably be back before the sun sets in the second half of the day."
"What's the matter with your injury?" Han Shoutian came over and asked.
"I'm not in a hurry to inform your master," Sanhai said with a grimace, "I was in a hurry and a traitor saw me and shot me from behind. It's a good thing your master had a gun with him, otherwise I would
You have to lie down and come back."
"Is Sanhai's injury serious?" Captain Zhao turned to Uncle Zhou and asked.
Uncle Zhou, who was busy lighting the fire, replied, "Little Wei said he could take out the bullet. Whether he can do it or not depends on him."
Captain Zhao looked at Wei Ran, "Are you sure?"
"Don't worry!" Wei Ran said confidently.
"Captain Deng, instructor Wei, this is the Wei Ran I'm telling you about."
Captain Zhao introduced the two people around him to Wei Ran, and after the two sides greeted each other, he continued, "I think we must destroy these two ships."
"It is indeed necessary to destroy it!" Captain Deng pointed to the east wing, "Let's go in, let's go in and discuss how to fight."
Watching these people enter the side room, the water in the copper pot was about to boil. Wei Ran, who had just washed his hands carefully, immediately put all the medical instruments and the aluminum alloy lunch box into the pot for cooking.
Read it again.
After simply completing the disinfection work, Wei Ran carefully wiped his hands with a jar of sorghum wine that Uncle Zhou had dug out, and then took out all the medical instruments in the pot.
