While they were talking, a nurse suddenly rushed over and said a few words in the orthopedic doctor's ear. When the doctor heard this, he smiled bitterly and said, "Okay! Another one needs amputation!"
"Are there any wounded again?"
"I heard that he was just taken in. He was still a squad leader, and one of his hands was broken by a musket." The doctor said, and he quickly put food into his mouth. Xie Yao hurriedly said: "You eat slowly, I will help you deal with it first!"
Bi Cheng had already fainted when he was carried in. One arm was dripping with blood, and the shape of the palm could not be seen. Xie Yao has seen a lot of these types of firearm injuries in recent days - in battles with bandits, cold weapons do not cause much damage, and most of the battle injuries are caused by various types of firearms. Although the range of homemade firearms is limited, the human body cannot bear a hit at close range.
Xie Yao picked up the casualty card hanging around his neck and looked at it: Corporal Bi Cheng of the National Army, blood type A1605
"Doctor Xie, tourniquet..." Chen Ruihe quickly reminded him because of what happened just now.
"Well, you reminded me well." Xie Yao looked at the condition of the tourniquet, and it was obvious that it had been loosened on time. He couldn't help but sigh: This man is destined to die! Wang Chuyi's injury was actually not serious. If it weren't for the tourniquet problem, it would not have resulted in amputation. As for this injured man, although he met a reliable hygienist, his hand was completely beaten--it would still be necessary. cut.
He took a closer look at the wound. Judging from the wound, the corporal's hand was knocked off by a spherical iron bullet - he had seen some such wounds. It was a projectile fired by a heavy matchlock gun of the Ming army. Each The projectiles weigh nearly half a kilogram. It is conceivable that the palm that was hit "split into pieces" instantly.
"This is our squad leader," one of the soldiers who sent him here stammered. "We encountered an ambush on the road. He led his brothers to desperately rush away from the ambush, and everyone escaped with their lives. You always have to save him..."
"Don't worry, we will do our best to treat him." Xie Yao reassured him in a routine manner, and then took a closer look at the wound.
"Xiao Chen, debridement." Xie Yao ordered, "Be prepared for amputation."
"There are no blood bottles left..."
"It won't be a big problem if he doesn't need blood transfusion for this surgery," Xie Yao said. "Be prepared for transfusion."
The originally idle "operating room" became busy again.
In a few days, the unlucky soldier with an abdominal injury whom they talked about during the meal had begun lying in bed talking nonsense due to a high fever. Lao Xie's worries are not unreasonable: the antibiotics produced by the Senate are worrying in terms of output, efficacy and safety, and they are not even as good as the expired old time and space materials. And now is a period of tight logistics. Even such medicines cannot be guaranteed to be supplied. Whether the infection can be overcome depends on luck and personal physique.
Bi Cheng was the sergeant's bed neighbor. He was in good health and recovered relatively quickly after the operation. The nurse gave him painkillers on time and comforted him from time to time - losing a hand would be unbearable for anyone else.
"When I was injured, I knew I couldn't save my hand." Bi Cheng looked at his gauze-wrapped arm and said in despair.
"At least I saved my life," the nurse said. "I heard from the higher ups that you have done meritorious service in leading the team this time, and I am going to report it to you and apply for credit. Don't think too much, take a good rest and recuperate, the Senate will not treat you badly..."
As he was talking, the soldier who had a fever due to infection began to hum again. The nurse did not bother to comfort him anymore and turned to see him. Bi Cheng looked at her for a while, then sighed, knowing that the situation was not good.
"Nurse...what's wrong with him?"
"I was stabbed in the stomach, and it was complicated by peritonitis... The infection is very serious," the nurse said. "Antibiotics are not very effective. It depends on his luck." She looked at it again and said, "It seems to be okay. I'm young and don't know if I have a wife or children at home. It's really a sin..." She pursed her lips in that direction again, "On that bed is County Magistrate Wang, who also had a leg amputated. He's not awake yet - he has a fever, and it's dangerous. So tight!”
The nurse's words made Bi Cheng feel a little better, especially since the county magistrate who was "blindly commanding" also lost a leg. He felt much better. He originally said on the way, "I want to give this **** county magistrate a bayonet." I also forgot about it.
He turned sideways and looked at this brother talking nonsense, and felt that he was in the same boat. However, he still felt that he was luckier: at least his life was quite tough. Although he had broken one hand and could no longer join the army, he could go home alive after performing a great service. The Senate had to arrange some light work for him. , it’s not too bad to pay a die-hard’s money and food. It's just that the hope of getting a wife - no girl would like him when he has a full beard and tail, and he is a cripple without a hand, so there is no hope.
"In the first watch, the moon comes out of the east wall. Why hasn't Zhang Xiucai come yet? I want to ruin the little slave's house. In the second watch, in the second watch, the moon rises above the window sill. Suddenly I hear dirt falling on the wall. I know that this scholar is so talented. Come on, open the door twice, and look out. I saw a black dog crawling on the wall. I was so angry. It was three o'clock in the morning. The moon was just rising. Why didn't Zhang Xiucai come? He wanted to die. My little slave...cough...cough...ouch..."
"Hey, Brother Zhang, let's sing, keep singing?"
"Ahem... I don't like her, so she won't come! Why, do you really want to go? You're a piece of shit like a cat and haven't touched it before. If you really go, don't touch the wrong door!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
It was not convenient for Bi Cheng to turn over, so he did not look back, but he also showed a smile: this time it sounded like Lao Zhang was singing a ditty again.
Lao Zhang defected to the army in the Dengzhou area. All his family members were killed by the rebels. If the Fubo Army's cavalry hadn't arrived quickly, he himself would have almost lost his life in the snow and ice of Shandong. But Lao Zhang is really a soldier. Although he has no education, he is brave and careful. He also likes to fight with bayonets. He is a rare brave general. Although he is not well educated, he was promoted to the rank of second lieutenant of the Fubo Army during the expansion of the army - naturally It is inevitable that he will become a frequent visitor to field hospitals and health clinics. This is the third time that he has been hospitalized due to injuries.
However, this time he ended up in the field hospital in Yangshan County purely by chance. The reason for his injury was not due to fighting with a bayonet, but because he was shot while on a supply escort mission with a transport ship, so he was sent here nearby.
Lao Zhang's injuries were serious or minor, and there was basically no danger for his life. However, he couldn't leave the hospital for a while, so he made jokes every day in the hospital, disguised himself, and made everyone laugh. This is the "minor injury area", where most of the injured are in stable condition after surgery, so the nurses rarely stop them - maintaining an optimistic attitude helps with recovery.
"Old Zhang, please save your energy. You're already singing obscene songs here even though you have a pneumothorax." The nurse came to inspect with a straight face, "It's time to take medicine, get up."
"What do you mean a dirty song? It's the truth! We were born as bachelors and we don't know why we miss our wives. Could it be that... Ouch, I'll do it if I do it!" Lao Zhang saw the nurse trying to pull the catheter and didn't dare to continue talking nonsense. Badao sat up with a grin on his face and took the medicine obediently amidst laughter.
Bi Cheng lay down with some difficulty and sighed. This ward was originally full of patients with minor injuries, and the atmosphere was relatively relaxed. However, recently, the number of beds in the seriously injured area has become increasingly tight, and the turnover in the minor injury area is fast, so "borrowing beds" is unavoidable. The brother in the bed next to him who was so feverish and talking nonsense made him always feel heavy in his heart - even though he was very ashamed to admit it.
"What's wrong? I sigh when I see you." Lao Zhang asked, lying half on the quilt and looking at him sideways.
"It doesn't matter." Bi Cheng shook his head and tried to drive those disgraceful thoughts out of his mind, "Boss, I'm not as comfortable as you. I'm disabled now and can no longer go to the battlefield." He couldn't help but sigh.
He used to work in a factory as a handyman, with low education and poor technical skills. After working as a handyman for two or three years, he felt that he might not be able to get a wife if he stayed in the factory any longer, so he thought of joining the army to make meritorious service and find another way. When the army was expanding and preparing for war, he took the initiative to join the army.
After three months of intensive training, they were originally supposed to be released from the army. However, the National Army was experiencing a major expansion. These new recruits were assigned to the Guangdong National Army Corps, awarded the rank of corporal, and were assigned to various squadrons to serve as squad leaders.
After three months in the army, he became a corporal. Bi Cheng was very high-spirited and always felt that the time had come for him to make a contribution! Unexpectedly, after arriving in Yangshan for just over a month, I lost my hand and became a cripple! Don't talk about fighting and making achievements, even if you go back to work as a handyman, no one will want you.
"I think it's a big deal." Lao Zhang curled his lips, "Look at the brother opposite - he also had his left arm amputated. I could really hear you screaming during the operation. For a quarter of an hour, right? That brother had amputated half of his arm from the elbow down, but he had been holding the rotten flesh-like left hand with his right hand. Even after amputating the limb, he had not even made a sound. . It is expected that Guan Erye would scrape the bones to cure the poison, right? Unexpectedly, there was a Ming army prisoner next to him. At that time, the doctor was looking for lead in his legs and feet, and he screamed hoarse. Our brothers were just irritable. , after the amputation was completed, he jumped up and grabbed his own amputated left hand. He looked at the prisoner with a look of thunder and slapped him on the buttocks, and cursed: "Come on! If I hear that you are here again, Damn it, grandpa will put this hand into the mouth of this killer like you!"
Bi Cheng became more and more embarrassed: In fact, he was in a coma at the time, and could not fully control his words and actions. The orthopedic surgeon had to use a blunt knife to cut the flesh during the operation... But no matter what, the operation was called That is not a glorious thing, and even thinking about it makes me feel ashamed.
Perhaps seeing Bi Cheng's embarrassment, Lao Zhang smiled again, showing his yellow teeth: "If you are determined to work hard for the Senate, you don't have to worry about having nowhere to go; besides, the Senate will not shorten your monthly pension. , although I can’t afford to support a wife, I can still afford to have a good time. Thinking of those brothers lying in Cuigang, I can’t help but a little bit!”
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