[Explosions~Shouts~Bullet shooting~]
"Cough cough cough...cough cough...stretcher bearer! Come on, stretcher bearer, there are wounded here!"
"where?"
"Here, here, it was probably hit by the cannonballs that flew just now."
"I am coming!"
[sounds of rushing footsteps], [sounds of gasping], [sound of knocking stretcher on the ground]
"...Slowly lift him onto the stretcher. Be slow and don't move his injured arm...Ah, neck! His neck is spurting blood. Give me gauze and compress it tightly. ! Quick, quick, quick! Find Dr. Litokwa quickly, he should be rushing ahead to save people, call him and then..."
[Gasps]
"..."
[violent gasping]
"Wait... He seems to be Dr. Litokwa, Dr. Litokva!"
"There's too much bleeding, hurry, send to the ambulance!"
"By the way, where is the wounded soldier just now?"
"The wounded soldier...the shell happened to fall where he was..."
[explosion sound~]
"...It's too dangerous here. Let's transport him back to the rescue center first, quickly!"
...
Litokwa woke up and saw a somewhat dirty ceiling in front of him, with a blanket covering him. The wounds on his arms and neck were still hurting, but he seemed calm as he listened to the chats of his comrades who had survived.
On the morning of the 26th, not long after the battle started, the Klavow infantry battalion where Litokwa was located was dispersed.
Nearly 2/3 of the entire battalion soldiers were lost, and Major Klavow, the battalion commander himself, was seriously injured. After the battle, the remaining troops were temporarily reorganized, and Litokwa, as an army doctor, also needed to continue to go to the front line to treat the wounded.
The scene just happened yesterday morning, but now it still remains in his mind. As soon as he closes his eyes or falls asleep, it will appear.
Litokwa was lucky. Although the fragments from the shell split the blood vessels in his neck and the muscles of his left arm, and there were several wounds on his body, his life was saved. After yesterday afternoon's surgery, he is recovering fairly well and is even able to get out of bed and walk around.
Of course, there were still losses. The medicine box he carried was missing, and the stretcher bearer who rescued him only helped retrieve his diary.
Journal......
Litokwa took out the small bloody book from under the pillow, with his name written on it: Litokva, an ordinary Austrian military doctor. The last time it was opened was on the night of the 25th, and I haven’t written it for three days.
He looked at his hands. Although his left hand was tightly wrapped in a bandage, his right hand was only a flesh wound and was fully mobile.
Write!
Litokwa asked for a quill and ink from the doctor's assistant, sat on the edge of the bed and began to slowly recall the experiences of these days. To sum it up in his words, it was chaos.
He was a new military doctor who went to the battlefield for the first time. Everything happened so suddenly that he didn't even have a chance to react. He could only rely on the belief in his mind to save people amidst the roars around him. Keep moving forward.
Where to start?
It's still the same old weather opening, which seems very mediocre for the film, but it's the best for the diary...
[On September 26, there was some fog in the morning, but it quickly dissipated, followed by an excellent sunny day.
The entire Third Army took advantage of the good weather to leave the fortress, and the queue seemed to be several miles long. This is the first time I have seen a powerful army in preparation for battle, and I am proud to be one of them, really. ….
Even though I encountered so many difficulties later, I still firmly believed in this.
It was such a sunny day that our troops met the Prussian army...]
"Bed 28, Litokwa!"
"arrive!"
"I want to check the wound... What are you doing?
What are you doing? "
"write diary."
"You have to pay attention to your neck. If the previous wound opens again, it will be troublesome."
"It's okay, I'll be careful." Litokwa put down the pen, went back to the bed and lay down, and let a surgeon who entered the room check the wound in the bandaged area, "How am I recovering?"
"There is a little redness and swelling, but it's not a major problem." The surgeon gently squeezed both sides of the wound and found no leakage, so he prepared to change the dressing. "The neck is fine for the time being, but the incision on the arm will have to wait until tomorrow."
"Actually, I don't need to trouble you, I can read it myself."
"Oh, yes, you are also a doctor..." The other party hesitated for a long time and said, "But I still have to be responsible for you. An injured doctor is also a wounded person."
After saying that, a gauze strip soaked in a slightly irritating liquid was wrapped around the hemostatic forceps and used to gently wipe the wound.
Litokwa knew it was very painful, and would often tell patients to "bear with it." Now it was his turn: "It hurts! Can you be gentler???"
"I have to do this, otherwise your neck will be rotten in a few days." After the surgeon said this, his hand became heavier.
Of course Litokwa knew what he said was true, because there had been several patients with fever in the ward in the past two days. When something really goes wrong, the doctor can do very little: "Okay, I'll tolerate it..."
Changing dressing is not as serious as ordinary people think, nor is it as easy as doctors think. Pain is inevitable.
He couldn't move at all within half an hour after the dressing was changed. He could only lie in bed and wait for the burning pain to slowly disappear.
However, half an hour later, the pain did not disappear at all, but only moderately relieved. Litokwa gave up his fantasy, reluctantly stood up, endured the pain and picked up the quill again:
[...] As head of surgical treatment with the army of the Klavow infantry battalion, I followed the entire unit in its operations.
This is not a concert rich in rhythm and emotional progression, but a cruel battle that hits people's souls hard right from the start. The battle was quite fierce from the beginning. My position was behind the troops so that I could observe whether any soldiers fell to the ground in front.
I saw the enemy's artillery shells crushing the heads of my comrades, I saw the artillery shells smashing the limbs of my comrades, I also saw the soldiers die under the dense pellets and being shot into sieves, I saw them like veal being stewed. , repeatedly rolling up and down in the big pot of soup called the battlefield...]
The writing was interrupted again. This time it was not a doctor who entered the ward, but a large group of medical staff. They pushed a modified hospital bed cart into the ward.
The person lying on the bed should also be a wounded soldier, but his limbs and body were intact, and only his head was covered with a thick bloody wet gauze. Looking at his wound, maybe it shouldn't be called a wound, but a gap, because half of his head is missing.
"Ronani, bed number 31, you guys stay here and closely observe his blood pressure and heart rate."….
"Also observe the leakage and urine output."
"By the way, there is also a thermometer. The temperature should be measured every two hours and always pay attention to whether he has a fever. If the temperature rises, please notify me as soon as possible. You also need to make necessary records!"
"OK."
After listening to this person's words, the several doctors and nurses immediately got into work mode, and the division of labor was very beautiful. But what made Litokwa more curious was the young doctor who had just left. The facial features on his face looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.
"Dr. Kawei, have you never seen him?"
"Kavi? That Kavi Hines?" Litokwa was a little excited, but his weak body really couldn't let him leave the ward quickly to follow the man. "There have been rumors that he didn't do anything to ensure his own safety. He will come here. Now that the rumors have been proven, he is still here?"
"Yes, as soon as I arrived at the fortress, I was invited to the operating room by Dr. Bill Rotter."
One of the doctors and nurses responsible for Ronagne's postoperative recovery stood up and asked, "What? Do you have anything to do with Dr. Kawe? If you have anything, you can."
Go to the office to find him, it's on the third floor. "
"No, no, I met him once in Vienna. I just wanted to meet him." Litokwa showed some restraint. "I only started training in August, so the number of times I can see him is very limited."
"Oh...if there's nothing important, there's nothing you can do about it. Kavi still has a lot of work to do, and he won't waste time just to meet an acquaintance."
"But he will have ward rounds next, so we should meet him."
"That would be great!"
The excitement quickly dissipated.
For the guy whose head was shattered by the bullet, everyone in the ward expressed their appreciation without hesitation, but only on a spiritual level. Medically, they have little to offer.
The same was true for Litokwa. He could only quietly walk to the doctors and nurses and ask about the situation carefully, but there was nothing he could do. He didn't even know that such a seriously injured person could survive through surgery. It was simply unheard of.
Has surgery developed to this point now?
Why is there never such a surgical example in the surgery and surgical atlas that I have learned?
Unfortunately, the exquisite surgery in the eyes of outsiders still has limitations, and the situation of the wounded soldier is not optimistic. The surgery seems to have only delayed his death, and he still needs to endure many challenges.
Relying only on crude 19th century medicines, it is really difficult to guarantee Ronagne's life, so she can only rely on herself.
Litokwa was in a bad mood. After wandering slowly in the ward for a while, he returned to his bedside and passed the sleepless time by writing in his diary.
[The battle crippled the entire Klavov infantry battalion. Major Klavov was lying in the hospital and survived by luck, but he could no longer hold a gun on the battlefield for the rest of his life.
The battlefield was very dangerous. Several times I could hear the sound of bullets whizzing past my ears. The artillery on both sides did not regard the other side's soldiers as human beings. Almost every soldier carries several lives on his back, and his hands are stained with the blood of the enemy.
It's cruel, really, if I could, I wouldn't want a war. But I have to admit that it really improved my skills and on-the-spot judgment. ….
In just two days, I can already feel the progress of my skills. This is almost impossible to happen in a peaceful and peaceful city life.
Of course, I made some stupid mistakes at first, such as the bandaging was not tight enough to stop the bleeding, or the bandaging was too tight, causing the soldier's limbs to lose feeling. There is also an example of the evacuation mechanism that had been developed at that time. I was not able to fully follow what the manual said. I am very sorry.
Fortunately, I adjusted my condition in time. Perhaps it should be said that the Prussian shells and the scattered limbs around me stimulated me.
I became the most popular person in the Klavow infantry battalion and, after the victory, took part in a major operation at the Army Surgical Hospital. Although the surgery ultimately failed, I was still able to learn a lot from Dr. Lockard.
Dr. Lockard was a few years older than me, but it was these few years that made him the chief of surgery for the Third Army.
I always feel that surgeons born in Vienna are much better than those from other places. Is this an illusion on my part? ]
By ending the diary at once, Litokwa let out the frustration he had been holding in his heart for several days, which was also a way of relieving stress.
As if he was not satisfied yet, he was about to stop writing when he suddenly picked up the pen and continued writing.
[On September 27, there was sporadic light rain in the morning, but it stopped soon. We walked through the dew and entered the really dangerous area near the border.
The Third Army began to enter the front border, and was stationed at Jodelk, another fortress in front of Olmitz. After my Klavow infantry battalion was integrated, it was sent out to do reconnaissance work. According to the commander's wishes, he was eager to find the location of the Prussian army and immediately launch a general offensive.
His behavior is very crazy. It is probably related to the gunshot wound his son received. He is suspected of avenging private revenge.
But suspicion remains suspicion. As long as it is useful to the empire, my comrades and I will listen.
Advance from command.
The reconnaissance time was not fixed, and we entered the woods and some mountainous areas in groups of ten. No one knew when and what kind of people they would encounter, and no one knew how far the investigation range would be. Everyone just followed the squad leader's command mechanically and moved forward.
As the accompanying doctor, I walked at the end of the team. In fact, I didn’t know much about the battle ahead. I only heard the sound of a cannon and the battle began...]
Litokwa's pen stopped here, because at this moment, the nurse who had been quietly watching the blood pressure monitor count next to Ronagni suddenly stood up.
Her face was very ugly. After hesitating for a short while, she seemed to doubt her judgment on the numerical value, and actually sat down and did the test again. However, the result this time made her give up her hesitation, stood up again and rushed out of the ward door.
What begins now is not only Litokwa’s memories, but also Ronane’s poor health: “Doctor! Doctor!
! The patient's blood pressure is not very good and his heart rate has risen to 140! ".
West wind
