The only western medicines in the field hospital were bought at high prices from the Japanese-occupied areas by underground party members and traffic workers, who risked their lives.
Or it was captured by troops from the battlefield.
Almost every pill is stained with the blood of martyrs.
As a commander, he can mobilize the strength of the entire base area to do one thing, but Western medicine cannot.
It is in the hands of the Japanese and is classified as a very important strategic material and is prohibited from circulation. Therefore, it is too difficult to obtain this medicine through purchase, and it requires a huge price.
Even if there is a harvest, the quantity is too small to have much effect.
Seizing on the battlefield is also a way, but it is also very difficult.
Not only were the Japanese soldiers not stupid, they were also very smart.
Knowing that the Eighth Route Army was short of medicine, they only carried some hemostatic medicine with the army on the field battlefield, treated the wounds briefly, and then sent them to the rear for treatment.
Therefore, it is almost impossible to seize the anti-inflammatory drugs needed for surgery from the Japanese field troops.
Unless attacking large strongholds and county towns equipped with hospitals.
However, the troops lacked heavy weapons and had to pay a huge price to capture them.
The final result is likely to be: hundreds or even thousands of casualties, and the seizure of medicines used by hundreds of people. The gain outweighs the loss.
Therefore, Commander Yang would never do such a stupid thing unless absolutely necessary.
It is even more impossible to produce it yourself.
Without production technology, without production equipment, without workers, we would not be able to do it no matter how long we give ourselves.
Make bricks without straw!
It was the first time that Commander Yang faced such a difficult problem. He didn't even have a clue and had no way of starting.
Seeing Commander Yang's sullen expression and silence, Dean Zhang replied with an embarrassed look on his face: "Chief, it is too difficult to solve this problem. I know you have tried your best."
"Don't worry, our field hospital will do everything possible to treat every wounded person. If western medicine is not available, we will use traditional Chinese medicine instead. We will try to control wound inflammation by cleaning the wound and reduce the mortality rate of the wounded!"
"So I need a lot of medics to help clean the wounds."
"We also need a large number of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners to go to the mountains to collect medicines to ensure that hospitals have a sufficient amount of traditional Chinese medicines for use."
"Also, I need a lot of high-strength liquor."
"Alcohol is the best thing for cleaning wounds."
"We don't have special medical alcohol, so we can only use high-alcohol liquor instead."
"Finally, I need a lot of bandages and salt."
“By cleaning the wound, we ensure it is clean and hygienic, thereby reducing the chance of wound inflammation.”
Commander Yang was not idle. He wrote down Dean Zhang's requests one by one, and then handed them to the guards around him and ordered: "Send these requests to the Chief of Staff immediately and tell the Chief of Staff to mobilize the entire base area to satisfy Dean Zhang."
A few requirements, and they need to be fast.”
"Yes, Chief!"
As soon as the guards left, a doctor rushed over, breathing heavily and looking anxious.
"Director Zhang, there are two more seriously wounded people with inflamed wounds and high fevers. They must be treated with anti-inflammatory drugs immediately, otherwise they will definitely not survive tonight."
"How many more anti-inflammatory drugs do we have for everyone?" Dean Zhang asked with a frown.
"There are only eight people left!" the doctor replied with a helpless expression.
"Alas!" Dean Zhang replied with a long sigh.
"Do your best and obey fate!"
"A medical soldier is specially arranged to greet them, clean their wounds and give them Chinese medicine every hour. Whether they can survive in the end depends on their own willpower."
"Why don't you give them anti-inflammatory drugs? Aren't there also anti-inflammatory drugs for eight people?" Commander Yang asked with a frown.
"Dean Zhang, don't tell me that those anti-inflammatory drugs are reserved for cadres."
"Cadres are human beings, and so are ordinary soldiers. As the director of the field hospital, you must treat them equally."
Dean Zhang shook his head and replied: "Chief, you misunderstood."
"It's not because these two seriously wounded soldiers are just ordinary soldiers that we won't give them medicine, but the condition of these two wounded soldiers is too bad."
"Eight-person doses of anti-inflammatory drugs have been used on two of them, and there is only a 50% chance of saving them."
"If used on other wounded soldiers, these drugs can save at least eight soldiers!"
Commander Yang fell silent again.
There are two lives that cannot be guaranteed to be saved, and eight lives that can definitely be saved.
If he were given a choice, he would definitely choose the latter.
So Dean Zhang’s decision was not wrong.
The fault lies in the fact that the field hospital does not have a sufficient quantity of medicines, otherwise it would still be a gamble.
Now, the hospital doesn't even have a chance to gamble. It can only watch two seriously injured patients die of illness because there is no medicine.
Commander Yang felt very unwilling, his face was full of pain, but there was nothing he could do.
Dean Zhang hesitated for a moment and comforted: "Chief, we have done our best to be able to do this."
"I believe that the soldiers were ready to sacrifice at any time from the moment they joined the Eighth Route Army."
"So don't be too sad."
"Our field hospital will do its best to treat every wounded person. Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, we will not give up."
"Tap tap tap tap..."
Suddenly, the sound of horse hoofbeats reached Commander Yang's ears from far and near.
The field hospital is an important military area in the base area, and you must not run wildly on horseback. This is military regulation.
Commander Yang was racking his brains about medicines when he heard the sound of horse hooves and subconsciously thought that someone was violating military discipline. He frowned and his anger suddenly emerged.
He strode out of the field hospital, trying to catch this man.
The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, obviously they were rushing towards the field hospital.
Commander Yang's face became even more angry.
When they reached the entrance of the field hospital, three cavalrymen stopped just in time.
Three warriors jumped off the warriors. Two warriors were equipped with double guns, a rifle and a box cannon. One warrior had a box on his back and a box cannon hanging on his waist. At first glance, he knew that he was an elite, and he was not
Belongs to one's own subordinates.
Seeing Commander Yang rushing over, excitement flashed clearly on his face.
"Reporting to the leader, we are from the guard camp of the garrison regiment. We have been ordered to deliver a box of medicines. The political commissar has an order. These medicines must be delivered to you personally, the leader, to complete the task."
Commander Yang subconsciously asked: "Where did you get these medicines from? If I remember correctly, your garrison seems to be short of medicines too."
"It was the regiment leader who rushed back from Chongqing via the World War II zone."
"Great, what kind of medicine is in it?" Commander Yang continued to ask with his eyes shining.
"They are all special anti-inflammatory drugs." the guard replied.
"Anti-inflammatory medicine, are you sure?" Commander Yang asked with a look of disbelief on his face.
After receiving confirmation from the guard, the smile on his face became even wider, and he shouted excitedly: "Great, the wounded man has been saved."
"Come on, come in with me. We are in urgent need of anti-inflammatory drugs right now, and your arrival is definitely a timely help."