240, the government will give some relocation fees
Jiang Dachen's expression darkened, "Don't you understand what this means? We can't defeat the Japanese! So, the government wants to move some enterprises away! Move them to the mainland! Shanghai will be lost! You know! It will be lost to
Japanese!"
The bartender brought coffee. Qin Yali served Jiang Dachen coffee and refilled Gui Longhai's tea while listening to them calmly.
Gui Longhai looked at Jiang Dachen in surprise, unable to believe it.
He had come into contact with national army generals like Brigadier Huang, and the impression given to him was that they wanted to drive the Japanese off the Huangpu River! How could they lose Shanghai to the Japanese?
He whispered: "No way? I heard that the national troops sent here are all the most elite troops, very powerful! Besides, why send troops to Shanghai if you know you can't defeat them?"
Jiang Dachen curled his lips and said angrily: "I don't know whether they are elite or not! I know that the government is going to move some companies to the mainland! Long Hai, I asked about it. Among the companies that have been relocated, there are no
Textile factory! Also, I heard that the government will give some relocation fees, subsidies, etc. to companies that relocate, which is quite a lot!"
Only then did Gui Longhai understand what he meant, "Mr. Jiang, do you wish to move Longda to the mainland?"
He nodded vigorously and said: "That's right, I want to move too! Long Hai, let me tell you, if Ronda can move to the mainland, plus the relocation fees and subsidies provided by the government, my Ronda may be better."
A lot! Maybe I can recover. You know what I mean! I just want to keep my Ronda!"
Gui Longhai nodded hurriedly, "I understand, I understand."
Jiang Dachen said: "I can only turn to you for this matter. I know you have a way, and you must find a way for me to include my Ronda in the relocation list!"
Hearing that Shanghai was about to be lost to the Japanese, Gui Longhai felt a little confused. How could big Shanghai, such a prosperous and prosperous city, be lost to the Japanese? He always felt that this news was not credible.
He said: "Mr. Jiang, don't worry first. I'll ask you to see if this is the case."
Jiang Dachen put the coffee cup on the table, "There must be! I've asked about it! Some companies have already held meetings! Meetings held by the government! But my Ronda is not in it! Long Hai, my entire net worth is this
Ronda! I must keep my Ronda! You think of a way to find someone to put my Ronda on the list!"
After he said this, he looked at Gui Longhai with a deep look, and his lips trembled, as if he wanted to beg him.
Gui Longhai thought for a while, if Jiang Dachen's Longda could move out of Shanghai, maybe he could really save it! He could even avoid Boss Zhang! In this way, Luan Shigui's life seemed to be easier. He wouldn't have to worry about Longda anymore.
Raising funds is difficult.
He said: "Okay, okay, Mr. Jiang, let me give you a try and see if there is any way. However, you also know that my abilities are limited, but I will definitely work hard. If I can't do it, you must do it."
Don't be angry with me, okay?"
Jiang Dachen said forcefully: "Okay, as long as you work hard! Long Hai, that is my life's hard work! You all know it. It is my life! You must work hard, help me, okay?"
Gui Longhai said repeatedly: "I will definitely work hard, I will definitely work hard!"
Akitsu left them silently and returned to his small office.
Jiang Dachen's Ronda has nothing to do with her. However, the relocation of some companies in Shanghai to the mainland is the main problem she is currently facing. She needs to wait for Teacher Sato to come out before deciding what to do.
What she mainly considers now is where her dangers come from and how she should avoid these dangers!
She vaguely sensed that the danger she might encounter had something to do with whether Teacher Sato could come out and the relocation of Shanghai enterprises!
27-10
The infusion bottles sent by Lin Jiatai played a huge role in the Sixth Field Hospital where Fu Xuelan was located.
Fu Xuelan and other military doctors no longer have to spend a lot of time injecting bodily fluids into the wounded. All their energy is spent on operating on the wounded and trying to save their lives.
Sometimes, a spectacle will appear outside the small room built with white sheets. A dozen nurses queue up in front of a small window only as big as a fan, waiting to receive the transfusion fluid.
When a bottle of infusion solution was delivered, the nurse in front took it and ran back to the ward holding it in both hands.
She carefully hung the wine bottle on the bamboo pole, then unscrewed the small screw on the rubber tube to let the liquid flow out from the needle. She then carefully tightened the screw until the liquid dripped, and finally inserted the needle.
The injured person's veins were used to inject bodily fluids into him.
When the wounded man looked at her with doubtful eyes, she pointed at the wine bottle and said, "Medicine! It's life-saving!"
27-11
This morning, when the medical staff were having breakfast, a military doctor whom no one had ever seen came to the large ward.
He is tall, with straight shoulders and back, and a serious expression. The white coat he wears is clean and white, which is very different from the blood-stained isolation gown of the medical staff.
He walked slowly and leisurely through the ward, which was even more different from the nurses who ran past in a hurry.
He often stopped in front of the high-hanging infusion bottle and carefully observed the medical device modified from the wine bottle, especially the clip made of a small iron piece.
He stopped a nurse, pointed to the infusion bottle and asked: "Here, what is the input speed?"
The nurse replied: "Eighty drops per minute, about three milliliters. We tried it with a beaker."
The tall military doctor nodded, said, "Thank you." and continued his inspection.
When the nurses finished breakfast and returned to the ward to be busy, he quietly left the ward.
He went to the small room made of white sheets. He didn't go in, but he lifted the large curtains and looked inside.
He saw three female nurses busy preparing body fluids. The outside of the important insulated bucket had been wrapped in thick gauze. The faucet below was also covered with a cover made of gauze.
One nurse was slowly pouring medicine into the bucket, and another nurse was slowly stirring it with a long glass.
The tall military doctor smiled and nodded to them and left.
He walked through the corridor and finally stopped in front of the door of the "**Operating Room". He opened the door and walked in.
27-12
In the operating room, Fu Xuelan and seven or eight nurses were making preparations for the operation. They were surprised when they saw this tall military doctor coming in. They guessed that he might be a new military doctor.
The tall military doctor looked at the people in the operating room and walked straight to Fu Xuelan.
He asked: "Is this Dr. Fu?"
Fu Xuelan looked at him in surprise, "It's me. Are you..."
The tall military doctor said: "I will be your assistant today."
After he finished speaking, he walked to the basin in the corner to wash his hands, then put on surgical clothes and latex gloves.
During the subsequent operation, the doctors and nurses in the operating room, including the tall military doctor, did not have a minute to breathe. They were all devoted to one case after another, and the suffocatingly tense operations were performed.
The most peculiar thing is that there are three operating tables in this operating room.
The first operating table is used to prepare the wounded before surgery. Nurses measure heartbeat and blood pressure, clean wounds, administer anesthesia, and place surgical instruments.
The second operating table is where Fu Xuelan is undergoing surgery, with a tall military doctor standing opposite her as an assistant.
The third operating table is actually used to complete the finishing work for the injured who have just undergone surgery. Wound dressing, infusion, recording, writing medical orders, etc. are all here.
Fu Xuelan and the tall military doctor fought on these three operating tables.
The operation had just ended and was handed over to the finishing nurse. She turned around and went to the next operating table to continue the operation.
The tall military doctor never said a word, followed her to the other operating table, and immediately cooperated with her in the operation.
Fu Xuelan quickly figured out that he must be a very experienced surgeon.
His movements of delivering the equipment were quick and accurate, without even Fu Xuelan's prompting.
Sometimes he would directly insert instruments or even fingers into the wound to cooperate with Fu Xuelan's surgery. Occasionally, he would point to a certain place in the wound and ask Fu Xuelan to pay attention. But he always remained silent.
They are like the chief surgeon and assistant who have been working together for many years, with tacit coordination and understanding, everything is unspoken.
They didn't stop until the nurse reminded them that it was already 12 noon.
This morning, they performed a total of twenty operations. The clothes on their backs were soaked with sweat.
27-13
They took off their gloves and masks, and when they walked out of the operating room side by side, they all looked at each other and smiled a little.
The tall military doctor first extended his hand to Fu Xuelan, "I am the director of the Sixth Army Hospital, and my surname is Zhang."
Fu Xuelan suddenly understood that the Sixth Army Hospital was the superior hospital of this temporary field hospital. She had heard others say that Dean Zhang was a doctor of medicine who returned from France.
She hurriedly held his hand and said, "I am Fu Xuelan, a doctor from Gongji Hospital. I am here to help now."
Dean Zhang said: "I have heard all this. The doctors and nurses working here all praise you very much, saying that you have good medical skills and high surgical efficiency. You perform twice as many operations as others every day."
Fu Xuelan smiled and said, "Thank you for your praise. I am a doctor. There are so many soldiers waiting for surgery, and I am very anxious."
"I also saw the infusion bottle you invented. It's very good, very good." He pointed to the ward.
"Oh, I didn't invent that. A friend of mine came up with it for me." She smiled brightly.
"It's good that you are very humble." Dean Zhang was still serious.
A nurse brought two portions of food. She handed one of the portions directly to Dr. Fu. She pointed to the other portion of the meal and looked at Dean Zhang with big bright eyes, "Do you want to eat this?"
"
Dean Zhang smiled and took the food, "Okay, give it to me, thank you."