Deaths and injuries were never something that the generals paid attention to. They quickly looked away, but not Qiao Minghua and Zhou Maochun, and the other military doctors also stopped.
They were still watching everything happening in front of them.
It's not that they forgot about their work, but they were completely unable to help, and they even vaguely felt that they were adding to the chaos.
Look at these doctors, look at how smoothly they cooperate with each other, like a flawless beaded necklace. If you join them, it seems to destroy this beauty.
Without them, the treatment was not affected. As the war progressed, more and more people were injured, but the treatment by these doctors never became chaotic or stagnant.
It’s such a shocking and embarrassing feeling!
How can this be!
It’s shocking that these doctors dare to go to the battlefield! They can actually do better than them!
What exactly is going on!
How on earth did this suddenly appear!
How did this happen!
They just stood there blankly, not knowing what to do or what to think.
The wounded were continuously bandaged and then carried off.
A wounded soldier had his leg pierced by a spear. If it were left in the hands of Qiao Minghua and others, they would not pay attention to it. Of course, it's not that they don't want to save it, but that they can't save it.
But with a few clicks, the doctor in white clothes, no, it was no longer white clothes at this time, but the colorful clothes stained with blood and mud, cut off the barrel of the spear, tied it with a tourniquet, and tied it
The red cloth strip left quickly.
A group of stretchers were rushing back and forth behind them. They picked up this person and rushed to the rear.
A figure suddenly chased after him.
Let the doctors come to their senses.
"Sir..." they couldn't help shouting.
Qiao Minghua couldn't hear anything else, he just looked at the stretcher and stared at the wounded soldier.
How to save?
Can it really be saved?
This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!
Everyone was running, no one spoke, no one communicated and introduced the situation of the wounded soldiers, but everyone entered different camps with understanding.
Qiao Minghua took a look and saw that the camp in front of him was marked with big red characters. Compared to the two next to him, there were fewer wounded soldiers here.
The stretcher went in, and there were two strange high beds in the room, with wounded soldiers lying on them.
"Move the bed!" Qi Yue shouted.
With the sound of one, two, three, the wounded soldier on a bed was moved to a stretcher by four people holding a white sheet, and they rushed out without stopping.
Qiao Minghua stepped aside and looked at the wounded soldier whose head and face were wrapped in layers of white cloth. A strange tube was inserted into his arm. At the other end of the tube was a porcelain bottle, which was held up by one of the auxiliary soldiers. They rushed out and ran
Went to the house on the side.
The sound of swiping made Qiao Minghua turn his eyes again and saw the girl who often accompanied Mrs. Qi spreading a white sheet on the empty bed.
The wounded soldier with his thigh pierced on the stretcher was carried up.
During this period, no one even said a word. Everyone seemed to be on the same page, and every move was coordinated seamlessly.
Flowing clouds and flowing water...
Qiao Minghua flashed the word again. He looked here. The woman did not come over, but was still busy in front of another wounded soldier's bed. The strange scissors, needle and thread in her hand were flying in front of the wounded soldier's chest.
Wire.
Is she the only one?
So there is no way to save it...
Qiao Minghua looked at the wounded soldier who had just been put on the bed. The girl was cutting off his clothes with scissors, then picked up a strange tool and pierced the bright needle tip into the wounded soldier's thigh.
Acupuncture?
But why did the yellow liquid disappear?
After doing this, Aru began to use a large amount of water and high-concentration wine to repeatedly wash the wound on the wounded soldier's thigh. Any wound on the body, large clumps of white cotton soon turned into blood and piled up on the ground.
An auxiliary soldier quickly put the contaminated cotton balls into a bag.
Is this why this place looks so neat?
It’s already this time, but you’re still thinking about this?!
Qiao Minghua's eyes widened in shock.
"Move the bed!"
The woman here shouted again, and the four auxiliary soldiers who had been standing all around also moved the wounded soldier on the bed onto a stretcher and rushed out of the door.
At the same time, the stretchers lined up outside came in.
The woman quickly took off her elbow-high deerskin gloves, turned around and rinsed her hands in an urn nearby, took out the gloves from the shelf and put them on, then stood still on this side.
Before the wounded soldier.
This sequence of movements was done in one go, the placement of things was extremely familiar, and there was no unnecessary movement in every step.
As Qi Yue stood up, the newly wounded soldier on the stretcher was placed on the newly vacated bed. The girl started the action again, cutting open her clothes, inserting strange needles, and cleaning the wounds.
.
Hurry! Hurry! Dazzlingly fast!
Qiao Minghua felt suffocated and looked at Qi Yue again.
Qi Yue was cutting open the wound on the wounded soldier's thigh. She was pulling and pulling, flying needles and threads all by herself. Sweat was dripping thickly. When Qiao Minghua saw this woman, she just blinked and held the equipment steadily with both hands.
at every turn.
This injury is too serious! It is impossible to treat it! Once the spear is pulled out, it will inevitably bleed to death, and if it is not pulled out, it will inevitably die slowly!
This woman! Could she...
Qiao Minghua's thoughts flashed across his mind when he saw the woman in front of him slowly pulling out the gun tip from under the wounded soldier's thigh, and his breathing couldn't help but stagnate.
There was no heavy bleeding as expected...
The woman has already started to move the needle.
The fleshy skin was closing layer by layer in front of my eyes.
Qiao Minghua felt his eyes go dark. He suddenly reacted and breathed heavily to avoid suffocating himself.
"Move the bed."
Those two words again.
The four auxiliary soldiers who had just brought in the wounded soldier came here again, carried the man out with a set of repeated movements, and immediately came in again from the outside.
In this short moment, the woman had completed the treatment of two seriously injured soldiers, and she only said two words from beginning to end.
Move the bed!
Move the bed!
So scary! So scary!
How can one person do this!
It would be fine in normal times, but this is a war! There are noisy sounds of fighting outside! It is a city gate that is about to be breached at any time! It is a danger that can kill you at any time!
How could they be so calm?
Qiao Minghua looked around. The expressions of these people were also numb. They seemed to be unable to see or hear or know what the situation was at this moment. They were just repeating actions, coming and going repeatedly, but this kind of numbness was different from what he was familiar with.
The eyes of these people are shining.
There were no unnecessary words, no crying, no sadness, just running back and forth with firm eyes, as if nothing could stop them.
Qiao Minghua slowly exited the camp, looking around him as if he would never stop, unaware of the tired auxiliary soldiers running around carrying stretchers.
How did they do it?
How is this possible?
Qiao Minghua felt trembling all over and seemed to have no strength left. He looked around blankly.
No one in the crowd running back and forth glanced at him. Everyone seemed to have only one purpose and a firm belief.
Fast! Fast! Faster!
The sky was getting darker and the sound of fighting seemed to be getting quieter, but these people did not stop at all.
"Rest where you are and replenish your strength."
A loud voice shouted, and with this shout, more people shouted loudly to let the order be conveyed. At the same time, four or five people came running with big baskets on their backs.
Those who were running back and forth, whether they were carrying wounded soldiers or empty stretchers, stopped, put down the stretchers, and then sat on the ground, breathing heavily. The four or five people rushed over and threw down a stretcher along the way.
It was a skin bag, and these people picked it up and drank it in big gulps.
Qiao Minghua also picked up one. He turned his head and looked into the tent. The tent was already lit with torches, illuminating it brightly.
The woman was raising her head, holding up a leather bag and drinking heavily.
Qiao Minghua opened the skin bag and took a taste.
Salty...
What kind of water is this?
Soon these people dropped their skins and started running again.
The morning light gradually brightened, and the pungent smell brought Qiao Minghua back to his senses.
The surroundings were quiet as never before.
No more fighting, no more screaming.
This kind of silence was so terrifying that Qiao Minghua suddenly stood up from the corner and saw soldiers lying or sitting all over the street.
The sound of heavy footsteps broke the silence.
Two teams of auxiliary soldiers passed along the street carrying strange buckets, spraying water mist wherever they went.
That's where the pungent smell comes from.
Qiao Minghua suddenly realized.
"What are you doing?" he couldn't help but asked loudly.
"Disinfection." Someone answered loudly, and then walked past without stopping.
Qiao Minghua took a deep breath and then gradually concentrated. The battle ended when it got dark yesterday. The Tatars retreated and they held on. The mission of the soldiers and generals was completed, but the battle of the military doctors was far from over.
The military doctors who recovered from the shock rushed into treatment and were busy until dawn. Qiao Minghua took a nap against the wall, but unexpectedly fell asleep.
Those wounded soldiers...
He turned around and was about to run into the house, when a sound that sounded like crying and laughing suddenly sounded.
"This is impossible! This is impossible!"
Zhou Maochun yelled like crazy in a room full of wounded soldiers, and his expression seemed to be crying and laughing.
"How come they didn't die! How could they not die! How could so many people be saved!"
These words made the conscious wounded soldier become angry and look over him with evil eyes.
Zhou Maochun didn't notice it at all, and even if he did notice it, he wouldn't pay attention to it.
"This is impossible!" he repeated over and over again, his eyes wild.
This is impossible!
It’s just the simplest treatment!
How could such a big effect be possible!
"Dad." A hoarse voice shouted, causing Zhou Maochun to regain consciousness from his temporary frenzy.
"Yue Niang, Yuen Niang, are you a god?" Zhou Maochun rushed over and grabbed the woman who had just stood up from a wounded soldier and shook her.
Qi Yue was almost shaken and fell down.
"I'm not a fairy." She smiled.
"Then how did you do it!" Zhou Maochun shouted, "This is impossible, this is impossible!"
Qi Yue smiled at him.
"Nothing is impossible," she said, "Everything is possible, as long as you want it."
So, that's, hope?
Qiao Minghua stood outside the door and looked at the woman in the room.
He looked around the room. The soldiers were either awake or asleep, but they were undoubtedly still alive.
Tears fell from his eyes.
Master, Master, have you seen it? There is really hope in this world!
Master, Master, have you seen it? There is hope in this world!
Master, Master, I! Actually! I saw it!
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After catching the bugs, I changed some words and sentences. (To be continued)
