The constantly bumpy truck compartment was filled with exhausted doctors and nurses. Some of them had not even had time to take off their blood-stained surgical gowns. In comparison, they had just taken a shower and changed clothes not long ago.
Wei Ran is actually the cleanest looking person among them.
"Are you a medic?"
A military doctor who looked to be in his forties looked strangely at the pistol on Wei Ran's waist and the helmet with the red cross still covered by the cuff on his head, "Why did you hide here instead of going to the front line?"
"Save it Harrison"
A younger-looking doctor said while puffing on a choking cigar, "He is no worse than you. I heard from Nurse Taylor that at least a quarter of the wounded who needed amputation were sent to his operating room today.
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Upon hearing this, the military doctor known as Harrison immediately looked enlightened, "Oh! So you are the veterinarian Victor!"
"Veterinarian Victor?" Wei Ran looked blankly at the strange looks from around him, "I'm not a veterinarian."
"You are indeed not a veterinarian. How can a veterinarian be as bloody as you?"
The young military doctor who had just spoken to Wei Ran took a puff of his cigar and joked, "I have heard from several nurses that many arms and legs were lifted out of your operating room throughout the day.
It’s scary.”
"I've heard it too," a doctor sitting in the corner of the truck joked, "it's said that a young soldier fainted from fright."
"There is such a thing"
Nurse Jenny, who was also sitting in the truck, also shouted, "At that time, I thought he had died, and I almost asked the stretcher soldiers to carry him away directly."
"Victor, which medical school did you graduate from?"
Harrison, a middle-aged military doctor, asked curiously, "Your skills can be left in the rear hospital. How can you look like a medical soldier?"
"Because I don't want to be called a veterinarian"
Wei Ran replied angrily, and at the same time ignored the other party's first question without any trace. After all, he couldn't say that he learned the skills from the Hongqi Forestry Farm.
"That's right." Harrison seemed to have found a reasonable explanation himself. "In my impression, the medical soldiers on the front line are indeed very rough."
"Remember Chef Paul?" said a nurse in the carriage. "He was also a medic, and that bastard was even rougher."
"Don't mention that bastard!" Several doctors and even several nurses in the car, including Jenny, shouted the same sentence in unison.
"What's going on?" Wei Ran asked doubtfully.
"Paul is also a medic"
The cigar-smoking doctor grinned and explained, "Chef is his nickname. When Pearl Harbor was attacked by air raids, that bastard pressed his broken leg against the red-hot shell shell in order to save a soldier who was bleeding heavily.
It is said that the smell of meat was still strong until the wounded man was sent to the operating room."
"Brock, stop talking! I'm going to vomit!" Nurse Jenny shouted with an ugly face.
"What happened next?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.
"There will be no future"
Dr. Harrison took the topic lightly, "When he went to rescue the sailors on the Arizona, there was a secondary explosion on the ship, and not even the body was found."
"So everyone calls him Chef Paul and Victor. People with nicknames will live longer on the battlefield."
As the cigar smoker spoke, he took out a cigar from his pocket and handed it to Wei Ran, "So you will definitely live until the end of the war with the nickname of veterinarian."
"Thank you for your blessing, and of course, your cigar." Wei Ran said with a dumbfounded voice.
After everyone chatted for a while, the truck that had been bumping left and right on the dense shell craters also stopped after climbing over the high ground that had been captured not long ago.
After jumping out of the truck, Wei Ran noticed that the surroundings were filled with corpses of American and Japanese soldiers that had not yet been cleaned up. Some corpses were even burning with residual flames and strange flesh after being soothed by flamethrowers. fragrance.
Thinking of the chef Paul mentioned by the bastard military doctors in the car just now, Wei Ran couldn't help but grin, and followed the rest of the doctors and nurses to the temporary hospital not far away that looked like a construction site. Amid the ongoing firefights and occasional gunshots, an increasingly clear and extremely familiar wailing sound was heard.
"Here we go, please don't die on the operating table."
The doctor who was called Bullock spit out the cigar in his mouth while speaking, and walked into a simple operating room hidden in the fortifications with the nurse beside him in high spirits.
"Veterinarian Victor...hum..."
Wei Ran muttered to himself, glanced at the roaring bulldozers not far away and the busy stretcher bearers, and followed the instructions and walked into an operating room.
Just less than an hour's rest really didn't have much effect, but fortunately, since taking this highland, the number of wounded began to decrease sharply, so after being busy for almost two hours, they finally Got a chance to rest.
He still found the tent under the leadership of Nurse Jenny. When he walked in, he found that Pastor Tom and stretcher bearer Randy were already inside, but the only one missing was the bulldozer driver Marshall.
"Where's Marshall?" Wei Ran asked, suppressing the uneasiness in his heart.
"Don't worry, he's still alive and busy outside now." Tom, who was already lying on the bed, pointed outside, "Besides, turn off the lights quickly."
Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately turned off the flashlight he had just turned on. It was only then that Tom said, "There are many enemies on the surrounding high ground. They will follow the light to shoot bullets and shells over."
"How are you doing today?" Wei Ran asked after finding a bed and lying down.
"same as usual"
Randy said tiredly, "I feel like my legs are not my own now. By the way, Tom's helmet took a bullet."
"Injured?" Wei Ran immediately looked at Tom not far away.
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There was a trace of excitement and joy in Pastor Tom's tone, "I killed an enemy with my own hands today. His gun did not penetrate my helmet, and the second shot jammed. Later, I rushed up and gave him One shot accurately hit his eye socket."
"Your marksmanship is pretty good," Wei Ran encouraged with a smile. He remembered clearly who was hiding under the wreckage of the tank and praying desperately.
"It's really good," Randy said while suppressing a smile, "After all, the distance between him and the enemy whose legs were broken is less than two meters."
"Distance doesn't matter, at least I killed an enemy!" Tom argued as he sat up.
"I will kill one tomorrow too," Randy said nonchalantly.
Wei Ran yawned, "Why don't you two go to the front line now?"
"Now even if the front line is full of strippers, I don't want to take another step." Randy was the first to give up. "I even think that after the war is over, I can practice long-distance running."
"I don't want to move anymore," Pastor Tom said while rubbing his legs, "but I will definitely kill a few more tomorrow."
"What's the situation on the front line now?"
Wei Ran asked based on the topic. Speaking of it, his understanding of the history of the Pacific War was not very deep. At most, he only remembered the beginning and end times and the impact on the direction of World War II.
"Loss of casualties"
Tom sighed, "In order to capture the beachhead not far from us, Randy and I encountered reinforcements several times. Many wounded people died in their original positions before they had time to be carried back."
“There’s good news too”
Randy, the stretcher bearer, took over the topic and said, "Although there were heavy casualties, we have advanced to the road behind the high ground. Our tanks can continue to move along that road. The only trouble now is the tanks on several nearby small highlands. The enemy has not been cleared yet."
"I guess they won't last long."
Wei Ran couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Based on the intelligence from the past two days, the cliffs on both sides of the beach and the high ground in front have been conquered. This is equivalent to a stable landing site. In this way, it will only take time to deal with the remaining stragglers. Just a problem.
"I'm back! Let me see who's alive!"
Before he finished speaking, a shirtless Marshall entered the tent holding several tin cans in his hands, "What a pity you are all here."
"We are also sorry that you are still alive."
Tom retorted angrily, and then asked curiously, "Marshall, what are you holding in your hand? New flavor cans?"
"I just found them when we were disposing of the rat carcasses."
Marshall used a flashlight and helmet to make a night light and placed it on the ground. "I was tired of eating those cans before, so I just used these to change the taste, and I also got this!"
While talking, Marshall actually took out four bottles of Coke from his pants pocket!
"Where did you get it?" Randy, who just said he didn't want to take a step away, immediately sat up from the bed and grabbed the Coke bottle handed to him.
"I stole it from the division commander's rations," Marshall said in a low voice. "Victor treated us to a beer yesterday, so today I'm going to treat everyone to a Coke."
"You are so brave." Tom took the Coke bottle dumbfounded, bit it open with his teeth, raised his neck and took a big gulp.
"It's just a few bottles of Coke. Teacher won't be so stingy."
Marshall handed Weiran a bottle of Coke and a medical kit nonchalantly, "Veterinarian, help me change the dressing for the wound, and then how about we try those cans?"
"First of all, don't call me a veterinarian, because that only proves that you are an animal."
Wei Ran took the Coke and threw it on the bed. While taking things out of the medical bag, he raised his chin towards the can in the other person's hand, "Secondly, the contents inside will probably disappoint you."
"Why?" Marshall looked at the can in his hand in confusion, "Do you know what's in it?"
"That's what it says"
Wei Ran took two tin cans from the other party and looked at them, "This one is filled with rice, and the other is filled with rice mixed with red beans."
"What about this?" Marshall handed over a slightly smaller can and asked curiously, "Victor, do you know Japanese?"
"I don't understand"
Wei Ran tapped the can in his hand with his finger, "But I know the Chinese characters on it, and the thing inside should be something called natto."
"What is that?" Marshall started to find the can opener from his canvas bag as he spoke.
"Fermented beans can also be understood as rotten beans, the stringy kind."
While speaking, Marshall had already opened the can in his hand, stretched out two fingers to dig out a bunch of sticky beans with stringy strings, and asked with an ugly face, "What the hell is this? What's wrong with these beans?"
