Xiao Yuan was the most nervous person along the way.
The leader was seriously injured due to his own negligence.
Now I am responsible for protecting the safety of the group leader. If anything happens again, I will have no choice but to shoot myself.
So from the moment he left the base, Xiao Yuan stayed by Li Hao's side, except when he went to the toilet.
This moment was no exception. He was standing beside the hospital bed, staring unblinkingly at the leader whose head was wrapped in gauze.
There was a commando guarding the door and window of the ward, looking around with a vigilant look.
The remaining commandos are stationed in a hotel in front of the hospital. If there is an accident here, they can rush over for reinforcements in three minutes at most.
Suddenly, Li Hao's eyes moved.
Xiao Yuan noticed it immediately, and then an excited smile appeared on his face.
After the operation, the surgeon said: As long as the group leader wakes up successfully, the wound on his head will be fine.
"Captain, are you awake..." Xiao Yuan asked in a low voice.
"water……"
Li Hao moved his lips and said in his weak voice.
"Captain wants some water...I'll get it for you right now..."
While pouring water, he shouted to a team member next to him: "What are you doing in the cold? Go to the office immediately and inform the leader. Our leader has woken up."
By the afternoon, Li Hao had fully recovered.
Although there were bandages all over his body and he couldn't move, his mind was very clear and he understood his current situation from Xiao Yuan's mouth.
After ten days, he can get out of bed.
"Xiao Yuan, take me out for a walk... exercise, my body will recover faster, and I also want to see what Chongqing is like?"
"this?"
A flash of hesitation flashed across Xiao Yuan's face.
Seeing Li Hao's determined face, he could only answer bravely: "Okay, but a few commandos must follow."
When he walked out of the ward, what Li Hao saw was almost the same as the hospital during the Republic of China on TV.
Although the house is very dilapidated, it is very neat.
However, as he walked, a door appeared in front of Li Hao.
Two gendarmes stood at the door, submachine guns in front of them, with serious expressions on their faces.
"Captain, don't go over there, right?" Xiao Yuan hesitated and suggested.
"Is there also a hospital ward over there?" Li Hao asked.
"It's a ward, but it's a general ward over there. It's very messy. Your injuries haven't healed yet. If you are hit by a wounded soldier, there will definitely be problems." Xiao Yuan answered.
Li Hao insisted: "Go over and have a look!"
"With your protection, even if the little Japs come, they may not be able to touch me, let alone a few wounded soldiers."
"Yes, leader!"
When he walked to the door, although Li Hao was wearing a hospital gown and could not see his military rank, the two military policemen still saluted him with a serious look and opened the door for Li Hao.
A strong smell of blood immediately hit my face, mixed with the strong smell of disinfectant, irritating the nasal cavity.
Li Hao frowned involuntarily and continued walking forward.
After turning a corner along the corridor, a ward appeared in Li Hao's field of vision.
No, what I see in front of me is more like a large warehouse.
Dozens of hospital beds were placed side by side in the room, in rows, with a wounded soldier lying on each bed.
Perhaps it was because there were too few hospital beds. There were no hospital beds in nearly half of the room. Instead, a mat and quilt were laid directly on the floor, and the wounded soldiers lay on them.
Painful wails, screams, curses... all reached Li Hao's ears, making it very noisy.
Look at the wounded, lying on the blood-stained hospital bed. Some have pale faces, some have faces of pain, and some have faces of despair, staring at the roof with empty eyes, motionless.
A dozen doctors and nurses were busy among nearly a hundred wounded people. After treating this one, they went to treat that one, without even a moment to rest in between.
This is not a ward, it is worse than a wounded soldier shelter, or even a base area.
Although the conditions in the base area are poor, we pay special attention to the wounded soldiers and do everything possible to meet their needs.
At least one hospital bed for one wounded soldier is enough.
Moreover, we must try our best to ensure the hygiene of hospitals and wounded soldiers to avoid infection.
As long as conditions permit, bandages, sheets... must be washed every day, and then boiled in boiling water for disinfection.
Looking at the ward in front of me, the bandages stained red with blood and the blood-stained bed sheets, I could tell that they had not been cleaned for half a month.
If you can't even guarantee basic hygiene, how can you ensure that the wounded don't get infected and recover as soon as possible and return to the team?
Li Hao's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
"It's time to eat...it's time to eat..."
Six cooking soldiers, working in pairs, either carrying rice pails or large baskets, shouted and walked into the ward.
When passing by, Li Hao took a look.
A large bucket contains rice soup and porridge that can be seen clearly on the bottom, a large bucket contains vegetable soup, and the basket contains fist-sized multigrain steamed buns or bowl-sized multigrain pancakes.
"They give this to wounded soldiers?" Li Hao asked with a stern face.
Xiao Yuan said nothing and nodded in affirmation.
"Are they wounded?" Li Hao asked with a frown.
"Normal people may not be able to tolerate eating this every day, let alone the wounded. Moreover, these foods have no nutrition at all. How can the wounded recover if they eat this every day."
"I remember that all I ate these days were rice porridge, white flour steamed buns, broth, eggs, and chicken?"
Xiao Yuan answered bravely: "Captain, the ward you are staying in can only be accommodated by officers of the Central Army Corps or above. After liaising with the Eighth Route Army Office in Chongqing and adding the five gold bars given to me by the political commissar before leaving, the hospital agreed."
You live in it."
"As for ordinary officers and soldiers, they are all in this kind of ward."
"The conditions for officers are slightly better. They all have separate hospital beds, and the food is better. They can eat white flour steamed buns. But there is absolutely no need to think about meat unless they pay for it themselves. After all, they are the backbone of the army when they return."
"Ordinary soldiers can't do it. There are too many of them, and the hospital doesn't have the ability to take care of them."
"Coupled with the fact that there are still people at the top who are deducting the already small medical expenses, the bureaucracy has reached this level, which is already very good."
"These are ordinary soldiers who have a chance to recover and return to the army."
"Soldiers who are disabled, or whose wounds become inflamed and eventually have their limbs amputated, will suffer even worse. They can't even eat this, and there is no medicine available. They may lose their lives at any time. Only some medical volunteers and the Red Cross will take care of them.
"
"I went to see them, and they were living worse than pigs or dogs?"
Li Hao's face was extremely gloomy. The scene in front of him was something he had never seen before.
Thinking of the ward where I live, a few words pop up in my mind: heaven and hell...
I live in heaven, and these ordinary wounded soldiers live in hell. As for the disabled soldiers, they are worse than pigs and dogs, and they are not even qualified to live in hell.
More importantly, there is only one door between the two.
Being separated by one door means different treatment and different results.