On a new day, Yang Mingzhi was asked by his wife to go to the hospital for a re-examination. ≧Net His arm was simply bandaged and would then be systematically examined by a professional surgeon.
In the army hospital, many wooden buildings were built there. They only have one floor and contain more than a hundred beds. The life of the army in the swamp was relatively difficult, especially before the soldiers dug the ground and set up wells, everyone's drinking water was
Basically it is surface water. Many people just use the water after it is clarified for convenience, so many people suffer from diarrhea.
Later, the situation improved greatly after the popularization of boiled water, but hospitals still needed to set up more beds to deal with various injuries and illnesses.
Lars Ryugin, a former surgeon at the Minsk Hospital, serves as the director of the military hospital. He must face the reality that every time the troops return from military operations, there are always many wounded soldiers, some of whom are in serious condition.
After the latest military operation, more than 200 wounded soldiers were sent to the hospital. There were not enough beds. As a last resort, some of the wounded with minor injuries had to make do by lying on stretchers on the ground, while those with injured arms sat as much as possible.
They all arrived yesterday morning, and operations on the wounded soldiers began immediately. However, there were not many doctors who could perform surgeries, so Raslyutin had no choice but to go through with it.
He reached a tacit agreement with his medical staff, and he was responsible for removing shrapnel or warheads from the soldiers' bodies, and suturing the wounds if necessary. The nurses and the temporary village aunts were responsible for helping them bandage. "I ask you, don't skimp on medicines.
"We must revive our soldiers, and it is best not to have anyone die in the hospital." Raslyutin ordered, and the others followed the doctor's orders.
The troops had previously captured several German army wagons carrying medicines. These medicines were more important than ammunition, and almost all of them were sent to the swamps.
The biggest threat to wounded soldiers was wound infection. Everyone was given a dose of penicillin, and a lot of alcohol or iodine was applied to the wound to disinfect it.
Raslyutin fought until very late, and there were still many surgeries that were too late to perform. Because he consumed too much energy, he fainted on the operating table. He was helped down, and Lilia was responsible for the follow-up work of the surgery.
At night, Lilia, who followed the troops from the Far East to Belarus, took charge of the overall situation of the hospital. She had seen too much blood, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and alcohol, coupled with the wailing of the injured, these were not enough.
It made her confused.
Lilia can also do surgery to extract shrapnel, but she is purely a Mongolian doctor, and her skills are not as good as the professional surgeon Raslyugin. She can only bite the bullet, and of course the soldiers also hope that they will be treated by Raslyugin.
Ryugyong treatment.
"Hey! The doctor is exhausted. If you don't want the injury of your limb to continue to worsen and force amputation, just accept the treatment honestly. I will give you morphine and you will feel better." She asked one of them.
After being wounded, he started his own work.
Although the warhead was taken out of the leg and sutured with cotton thread, during the whole process, the wounded soldier was biting the wooden stick wrapped in a towel and still howling like ghosts, which caused great concern to other wounded soldiers waiting for treatment.
Lilia worked late, and she couldn't hold on any longer at two o'clock in the night. If she didn't have enough energy, it would be too easy to have a medical accident. She rubbed her tired eyes and put down the lancet.
"What, is the operation suspended now?" a nurse asked.
"No, no, it's too late. This is our last one tonight. Everyone is very tired, right? We will rest after this one. When Raslyukin wakes up tomorrow, he will be the professional doctor
Do it." After saying that, Lilia turned her head and saw that Lars Lyugin lay down on the bed without taking off his white coat and shoes, and could hear snoring.
A new day has arrived. Star Tao grabs her husband's right arm and they move forward together, as if her man could easily fall.
"Hey, pay attention to the pothole ahead! Be careful with your feet, the road here is uneven."
Yang Mingzhi followed her steps happily. She was too cautious, as if she had injured her leg. Her wife was a head lower than him. She followed her own request and did not tie her braids. She tied her head in a ponytail and hung it on her chest.
.This is very in line with my own aesthetics. She looks like a cute girl dressed like this.
She is not only cute, but also very capable, with a strong spirit in her bones. At the same time, she is indeed a good wife who cares about her husband. If she were a woman of that era, she would have been loved by everyone.
The two walked slowly towards the hospital, and saw many soldiers carrying buckets in and out. Some soldiers poured the water in the pit outside the hospital. Yang Mingzhi clearly saw that the water was red.
Seeing that her husband's eyes were a little blurry, Yang Tao immediately said: "Don't worry, that's the water used to clean the linen. The blood that seeped out dyed the linen used for bandage red, and the linen will not be wasted. It can be used again after being washed and dried."
Yang Mingzhi nodded: "Our supplies are still not sufficient. If we can contact the Soviet base camp, I will definitely go and ask for a lot of medical supplies first."
The two continued walking and soon arrived at the hospital. The caregivers working outdoors were hanging clean white linen on the clothes drying rack. They seemed to be making noodles, but they were not hanging noodles. They saw
When the doctor arrived, the deputy division commander actually came in person and quickly informed Raslyutin of the news, who was undergoing surgery.
At this moment, the man woke up and immediately started a new operation. When he heard the news, he still held the surgical forceps in his hand.
"Lilia, I remember that Belekov was also injured. He is probably here to check the injury. You can leave temporarily to receive them."
"Okay, doctor."
Lilia was too familiar with Berekov. When she rescued the two people on the banks of the Amur River, she was also checking his injuries. In the army, she also developed a revolutionary friendship with him.
Lilia was thrown out of the operating room in a hurry. She didn't change her clothes, and there were still a lot of blood stains on her white coat.
She met Belekov and his wife, who were among the wounded soldiers.
Yang Mingzhi knew that the nurse was going to report the situation to Raslyukin, so he didn't want to be idle. He simply continued walking a few steps, and he and Yang Tao were among the wounded soldiers.
In this huge ward, all the wounded soldiers who have been treated are lying here. Nurses are walking around, and several of them are Yang Guo's former colleagues. Just because of special orders, their Bessika is also fighting on the front line.
personnel.
Most of the nurses were women, and some girls from the youth camp were temporarily brought in to help. Everyone was familiar with their commander, and they couldn't help but feel worried when they saw the bandage on his arm.
"Brother, just sit on the chair here." Yang Tao said.
But Yang Mingzhi immediately heard the calls of the soldiers, and someone was tremblingly calling for the deputy division commander.
He turned his head and saw a soldier lying down. He was very young and seriously injured. Yang Mingzhi quickly put himself in front of the man and squatted down slowly.
The wounded soldier subconsciously stretched out his still intact right arm, and Yang Mingzhi grasped it firmly with him.
"Deputy Commander, I was seriously injured. I killed at least three Nazis before. But what should I do now?"
Yang Mingzhi looked at this man. His legs were shot, his left arm was also shot, and three of his limbs were wrapped in bandages. "Where is the nurse! How is this man doing?" He shouted, and a young man
The female nurse hurried over. She was a member of the youth camp.
"Sir, this comrade was hit by shell shrapnel. The shrapnel has been removed from both legs. This is..."
"Just what?"
"It's a fracture in his left arm, sir. The doctor removed the shrapnel, but the problem of the fracture can only be determined by his own recovery. Doctor Raslyugin made a wooden splint for his left arm."
Yang Mingzhi took a closer look and found that this man's left arm was indeed "thick" and there must be a wooden board under the bandage.
Listening to their conversation, the wounded soldier couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "I'm sorry, deputy division commander, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to go to the battlefield again like this. I'm afraid it will take a long time to recover in the hospital, which is really causing trouble to everyone."
Yang Mingzhi shook his head: "Comrade, don't have such thoughts. You are a hero. You killed several Nazis. After the war is over, you can brag to your children and grandchildren for the rest of your life."
"I still have descendants?!" The wounded soldier smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I am only twenty years old and I have become a sick man. I don't know if I can stand up in the future."
"Fool, of course you can stand up. After the shrapnel is taken out, you just need to recover your muscles." the nurse corrected.
"Yes, of course the doctor will not lie to you. Comrade, what is your name?"
"Ivan Igorovich Madnowski, sir."
"Okay, Madnowski. You see, as an officer, I was also injured. We are all the same. It's just that I was lucky and my legs were not shot. Now we all have to take good care of our injuries." After that, Yang Mingzhi stood up.
This young warrior is very representative. They have just come of age and are in the prime of life. Such soldiers have the most combat effectiveness and are the most brave. Unfortunately, because they are too brave and fight too bravely, they are more likely to be sacrificed on the road to attack.
Yang Mingzhi faced all the wounded and shouted loudly: "Comrades, I am Peter Ivanovich Berekov, your deputy division commander. We fought side by side a few days ago, and now I am also a wounded person. Everyone is completely
Don't worry, you should rest assured to recuperate. Perhaps many soldiers are worried that after they recover, it will be difficult to return to the army to fight because of their poor physical fitness.
Don't worry about this. Soviet soldiers are not useless. Here, all of us can perform our duties. If any of you are seriously injured or even lost limbs. Such soldiers still have new jobs.
For example, go to the blacksmith village to manufacture and repair weapons, or train new recruits as an instructor, etc."
Many soldiers shed tears of excitement after listening to it, and everyone was filled with excitement.
Soon, Lilia found Berekov and even heard his impromptu speech. "This guy, you are the one who takes the lead and you are unfortunately injured. But no matter what, soldiers always make progress before retreating in a war."
, your mobilization ability is stronger than the political commissar." Thinking this in her heart, Lilia quickly pulled Yang Mingzhi out and twisted it to Raslyugin.
Because he was the deputy division commander and the core figure of the army, Berekov's prestige was extremely high in the eyes of more than 10,000 soldiers and civilians throughout the army camp in the Pripyat Swamp.
After Raslyutin completed an operation, he spared time to check him out.
In this way, Yang Mingzhi was lying on the bed, with his injured arm flat and clamped on a square stool. Raslyukin took off the bandage, checked the wound again, and couldn't help but frowned. "It's really bad, the wound is really stitched.
It's simple and crude. Whoever stitched your wound must have endured a lot of pain at that time."
As he spoke, Carambola on the side said weakly: "Doctor, it's me."
"Oh, it turns out my Bessika. Since you left the hospital system, your medical technology has not continued to improve. Look at the way you sutured your husband's wound. If it were me, I would have sutured it straight, but you
It’s crooked.”
Yang Tao was immediately embarrassed. She didn't refute anything. Instead, she felt guilty because she didn't give her husband medical treatment.
Yang Mingzhi glanced sideways and saw her wrinkled face and said: "Doctor, there's no need to say so much. I'm very grateful to my wife for treating me in such a terrible environment in the battlefield. Yesterday, when I unwrapped the linen, my wound healed very well. What's more, Bei
Sikka herself was injured."
"Really!" Raslyutin was startled, turned his head and asked: "Besica, how are you doing?"
"My arm was hit by a brick and bruised, but it's not serious."
Raslyutin frowned and said, "Berekov, if you have some free time these days, just stay here in the hospital for the time being. You are too important to all of us, now you and your Bessika just enjoy it."
Privilege, please don’t hold on any longer. I will make it clear to Yevlov and others that you will stay here to recuperate for the time being."
Yang Mingzhi nodded. He left the aftermath work to the political commissars. He can indeed take a few days off. Since this is the doctor's order, then listen to Lars Lyukin. "Okay, I will leave my wife and I to you."