"Those beans look disgusting enough, but your description makes them even more disgusting."
As he spoke, Randy, who had just come up to him out of curiosity, took a step back and sat on his bed again, "I can hardly drink this bottle of Coke now."
"How could anyone eat such a thing?"
Marshall wiped the sticky natto off his fingers on the edge of the can, opened the tent door, looked around, aimed in one direction, rounded his arms and threw it out, then immediately hid back in the tent, and then,
Everyone then heard the sound of the can and the helmet colliding, as well as an exclamation followed by a curse.
Pastor Tom shook his head helplessly, "How could there be a scum like you in the Seabee camp?"
"I didn't throw it away, it's none of my business." Marshall spread his hands with an innocent look on his face, "Victor, please help me put some medicine on the wound."
"Have a seat"
Wei Ran smiled, pulled the cans of rice on the table under the bed, and then took out new gauze dressings, sulfa powder and a tube of penicillin from the medical bag.
Although Marshall seemed nonchalant about the wound on his chest, when Wei Ran opened the gauze, he discovered that the wound was more than ten centimeters long.
This animal...
Wei Ran grinned and carefully changed the dressing for him. After the bandage was completed, he gave him another penicillin. This was not because he was abusing drugs, but because of the hot and humid environment of this small island, which was too uncomfortable.
It is easy for the wound to become infected.
However, before he could pull out the needle, a military policeman wearing a helmet walked into the tent with his head lowered. What made everyone couldn't help laughing was that there was a large piece of sticky natto on the chest of this military policeman.
"Marshall! Did you throw these shitty things?!" The military policeman suppressed his anger and went directly to the real owner.
Marshall clenched his fists and said, "Although I beat your captain yesterday, there is no need for you to smear shit on your chest to slander me."
"Slandering you?" The military policeman sneered, "Do you still need me to find witnesses?"
"I wonder if I'm qualified to be a witness?"
Pastor Tom got up and asked, "I am Army Chaplain Tom. I can testify in the name of God that Marshall has just been receiving treatment from Dr. Victor."
"Indeed it is"
Wei Ran shook the glass needle in his hand, "When you came in, the needle hadn't even been taken out yet."
"Are you Victor, the veterinarian who saved black soldiers on the battlefield?" The military policeman turned to look at Wei Ran and asked, but there was a lot of personal information in his words.
"It's really me, regardless of what you said about saving the black soldier, or the nickname of the veterinarian." Wei Ran pulled out the needle and threw it into the sterilization tray, "So is there any problem?"
"no problem"
The military policeman raised his hand and saluted, "Since Lieutenant Tom and Lieutenant Victor can testify for Sergeant Marshall, I have nothing to investigate."
"Apologise to me," Marshall reminded with a playful smile.
The military policeman glanced at Marshall, but did not respond at all. He simply turned around and left the tent.
"You just said that you beat the gendarmerie captain yesterday?" Wei Ran asked in surprise after the gendarmerie walked away.
"Don't look at me with such surprised eyes"
The free-spirited Marshall lay on the bed opposite Wei Ran, "Shouldn't you be surprised that our pastor Tom used the name of God to testify against me falsely?"
"I did not give false testimony"
Tom raised the Coke bottle in his hand and said, "God testifies, I am telling the truth. You have indeed been receiving treatment from Victor since you threw out the can with STDs."
"God is so useful," stretcher bearer Randy couldn't help but sigh.
"So Marshall, do you want to believe in God?" Tom started to promote his business as if he were climbing a snake.
Marshall curled his lips, "If God can end this war before dawn, let alone belief in God, I will have no problem even if he lets me kiss his big toe."
"Victor, what about you?" Tom looked at Wei Ran on the bed diagonally across the street without giving up, "You need to have faith."
"Forget it, in my eyes God is not as useful as a pistol."
As he spoke, Wei Ran bit off the cap of the Coke bottle, lay on the bed and took a big sip of it comfortably. To his surprise, the Coke at this time was actually better than what he would find in the streets in later generations.
"well..."
Pastor Tom sighed, but did not continue to promote his faith, because no matter he or Randy, who had been watching the excitement, they knew in their hearts that what Marshall and Wei Ran said were true.
"My plan is almost successful," Marshall, who was also holding a bottle of Coke and taking a sip from time to time, said incoherently.
"What's the plan?" Tom asked subconsciously.
"Nothing." Marshall smiled and turned to talk about the girls in a striptease bar in Pearl Harbor.
Wei Ran, who responded from time to time, looked at Marshall, who was beaming with joy, and then turned to look outside the tent. He vaguely guessed something. If nothing else, the can of natto he just threw out was still the one Marshall shot yesterday.
The captain of the military police is probably preparing the ground for being able to drive some kind of fire-breathing tank on the front line.
But as the saying goes, everyone has his own ambitions. Although he didn't agree with Marshall's behavior of seeking death in a hurry, he had no excuse to stop him.
His only idea at the moment is to quickly find an opportunity to take a photo of him and the black man Will while that bastard Marshall is still alive. Otherwise, once Marshall is "assigned" to the front line, it may be difficult to find another opportunity.
During the casual chat, three of the four people snored one after another. Marshall, the only one who was still awake, silently pulled out a dagger from his waist and carefully opened it on the canvas tent.
A hole was poked in it, and with the cold moonlight coming in from the outside, it illuminated the palm-sized photo in his hand and a string of soldier cards that looked like wind chimes.
In this slightly stained group photo, there are a dozen young engineers wearing military uniforms, shirtless, or holding cigars, beer, coke or even wrenches in their hands. And behind them, there is a group of young engineers.
Neatly parked bulldozers in a row.
"You wait, you must wait."
Marshall murmured like a whisper, letting a dim moonlight the size of a coin gently glide across the sunny smile on the face of each engineer in the photo, "I will be able to go to the front line soon, soon, I promise."
In the dark tent, Pastor Tom, who was lying face to face on the other bed with Marshall, sighed silently, but after all, it did not expose the fragile and unknown pain of the bastard Marshall.
When the fiery red sun jumped out of the sea level again, the rapid whistle called away the stretcher bearer Randy and the pastor Tom who were the first to wake up. By the way, this field hospital located in the rear area began to be busy.
Amid the fierce exchanges of fire that could be heard from time to time on the surrounding highlands, batches of wounded were carried back from the front line by stretcher bearers and sent to operating rooms scattered throughout.
Almost at the same time that Wei Ran put on clean clothes and walked out of the tent, shirtless Marshall walked towards a bulldozer not far away with a cigarette in his mouth and took over the unfinished work last night from his companion.
Compared with yesterday's busyness, Wei Ran was much more relaxed today. Although wounded patients would be sent to the operating table every now and then, he could not spare the time to drink water and pee.
But on the other hand, Wei Ran also heard another sentence besides "That's the veterinarian Victor" from the wounded and even some stretcher bearers who looked at him with a little contempt. "I heard that he
On D-Day, the lives of more than a dozen white soldiers were sacrificed to save black soldiers.”
Originally, Wei Ran didn't care about these rumors, but at noon, a wounded patient who was brought in used this incident as an excuse to loudly refuse Wei Ran's treatment and insisted on changing to a different doctor.
"Victor, what should I do?" Nurse Jenny asked Wei Ran in embarrassment.
"Carry this idiot out," Wei Ran said nonchalantly, "His life is his own. He can rest without me saving him."
Nurse Jenny opened her mouth, and finally called the stretcher soldiers outside the operating room to carry the wounded man with the bullet still in his thigh out of the operating room. She herself didn't know where she went.
Not long after, Nurse Jenny returned to the operating room with an angry look on her face, "I just went out to ask, Victor, it seems that someone is targeting you."
"Because I saved the black soldiers?" Wei Ran asked nonchalantly. Although this was ridiculous, he was not surprised. He could tell just by looking at Marshall back then. He was able to point a gun at himself, which proved it.
Even if the people on the front lines are beaten to shit, their deep-rooted racial discrimination will not be affected at all.
"I'm afraid it's more than that."
Jenny hesitated to speak and looked at Wei Ran. After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "Victor, have you really saved a black soldier?"
"Really saved?" Wei Ran looked up at the other party, "Is there any problem? Is the Hippocratic Oath meant for dogs?"
Nurse Jenny rolled her eyes, "Although I don't like black people either, I don't think what you did is wrong, but I'm afraid some idiots don't think so."
"For example, a military policeman?" Wei Ran, who had roughly guessed what he was talking about, asked directly.
Nurse Jenny was silent for a moment, and finally she hinted bluntly, "To be precise, it's a military police captain who has always had a very extreme attitude towards the colored troops, and who had his nose broken by your good friend Marshall not long ago.
Doctor Victor, I don’t want to judge who is right or wrong. All the doctors and nurses will not turn a blind eye to the great help you provided to the field hospital yesterday and the day before yesterday. But I think you need to be prepared. I’m afraid they don’t just want to treat the wounded.
We know you saved the black soldiers so easily."
“It doesn’t matter”
Wei Ranhun casually took off his blood-stained surgical gown and threw it into the stolen goods basket. He picked up a trouser leg cut from someone's pants, tore it open and flattened it, then took it off slowly.
He took off his helmet and replaced the cuffs that were originally used to cover the red crosses on the helmet with this bloody piece of cloth.
"It seems you have already guessed what will happen." Jenny shook her head weakly, but she couldn't change anything at all.
"I was originally a medical soldier, and it was my job to go to the front line." As he spoke, Wei Ran had already put his helmet on his head again.
Before Nurse Jenny could say anything, when we were transferred here yesterday, Harrison, the middle-aged doctor he met in the truck, had already walked into the operating room with an angry look on his face.
"Victor, I'm sorry." Harrison patted Wei Ran on the shoulder, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"It doesn't matter"
Wei Ran took the medical bag handed over by nurse Jenny and put it on his shoulder, "I know what you are going to say. It's okay. There is no difference to me between here and on the front line."
"Veterinarian Victor"
Harrison raised his hand in a very formal military salute, and made a promise with guilt in his tone, "If you come back alive, I guarantee that you will be able to continue working in the field hospital tomorrow. Even if Major General Geiger is gone, you will not be able to do anything."
I will send you to the front line again."
"It doesn't matter"
Wei Ran responded perfunctorily with a non-standard American military salute, "There will be more idiots who are blinded by the color of their skin in the future, and there will only be more and more of them, so don't worry so much. Besides, this place is not necessarily safer than the front line."
.”
After saying that, Wei Ran walked out of the operating room calmly, without even looking at the military policeman standing guard not far away, and followed the two stretcher bearers to the front line position, which was only a few hundred meters away.
As for whether the wounded in the operating room behind him would die outside the operating room without timely rescue because of the lack of him, he didn't care at all. He walked the road by himself. He didn't regret saving the black soldiers, so they
You probably won't regret it either.
He had even made up his mind to wait until he reached the front line and immediately find a safe place to hide and work passively.
