When everyone returned to the base, it was already late at night, and Cang Hai ran straight to the medical room without taking any rest.
At this time, four medical soldiers, one male and three female, were busy in the medical room.
The male doctor said: "The female patient lost too much blood and needs blood transfusion."
A female soldier next to her said: "The blood type check is completed and it is type O blood, but there is only one bag left in the base. I'm afraid it's not enough."
The doctor asked everyone present, but no one had the same blood type.
When several people were helpless, Cang Hai arrived and said decisively: "Come on, draw mine, I have type O blood."
The female soldier quickly drew blood for Cang Hai as an emergency.
While transfusing blood, Cang Hai asked: "How is the situation here in Peng Lin?"
The doctor replied: "Comrade Peng Lin's life is not in danger. He was just drugged. We did a basic examination on him and he is completely healthy."
"No, the patient's medical signs are not good. There is a risk of organ failure. He has lost too much blood." A female medical soldier said urgently at this time.
Looking at the beating heart rate line on the meter, Cang Hai's heart beat. He seemed to have different feelings for this "good sister" whom he had only met a few times.
The doctor remained calm at this time and said calmly: "Don't panic, it's just too much blood loss and a long delay. Just replenish the blood volume in time."
The doctor then placed his hand on the carotid artery of Yuegu's neck and said after a moment: "The patient lost about 1,700 ml of blood. Now he has a 400 ml blood bag. It is expected that another 1,000 ml of blood will restore his physical signs."
The female soldier said eagerly: "Cang Hai himself is not enough now."
"Li Yan, go to the company and see if there are any with the same blood type. I'll hold on for now." Cang Hai said sharply at this time.
The female soldier named Li Yan immediately ran out the door.
Seeing the blood being withdrawn bit by bit, Cang Hai felt a little dizzy and nauseous.
"The blood bag has run out." The female soldier said anxiously.
Cang Hai said eagerly: "Use mine."
"You can't take any more blood. The maximum amount of blood drawn each time is 600 milliliters. If you continue to take more blood, your body will not be able to bear it." The female soldier said with concern.
"Don't worry about me. If I say you can, just keep pumping." Cang Hai said decisively, his immature face becoming resolute at this time, with an unquestionable majesty.
"Okay..." The corners of the female soldier's eyes were a little red, and she continued to insert the blood vessel.
Sweat dripped from Cang Hai's forehead, and he gradually lost strength.
The female soldier saw Cang Hai's face gradually turning pale, and saw the beating heart rate on the patient's instrument. She didn't know what to do, so she burst into tears and asked the doctor in a crying voice. "It's 800 ml, can't I smoke any more?"
"It would be very dangerous for the patient to stop blood transfusion at this time." The doctor was also in a dilemma.
"Don't worry about anything, just keep pumping." Cang Hai said softly, his voice seemed a little weak, but there was no doubt about it.
"820ml"
"830ml"
"850ml"
"870ml"
"Okay, we found the blood source."
At this time, there were rapid footsteps outside the door, and a female soldier named Wang Yan said loudly.
Hearing this sound, everyone felt relieved, but Cang Hai seemed to have fainted.
"Ding, 880 ml."
Everyone sighed and thought: This is really a good man.
After Yue Gu woke up, she couldn't help but burst into tears when she heard what everyone said, and she let out a long sigh.
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At this time, Wang Lin was sitting in his office, holding the phone in one hand.
"Report to the military department, our department has completed the task and found Comrade Peng Lin. Please give instructions!"
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be relieved, his words were no longer harsh, and he said happily:
"Good boy, you are really good."
"If you don't look at who brought out the soldiers, it's mainly because the leaders have trained them well." Wang Lin became unusually playful.
It turned out that it was the chief on the other end of the phone, and Wang Lin's words really flattered him.
"Hey, you kid, after so many years, you haven't changed at all, you are still so lovable." The chief said with a smile, and then he changed the subject and said seriously: "We must take good care of Comrade Peng Lin. His health is Weak, suffering from many diseases, and suffering so much here, we must take good care of such selfless scientists."
As soon as he finished speaking, the chief suddenly felt as if he had let something slip. He thought to himself that since he was one of his own, he might as well tell him the truth.
The chief immediately said: "Let me tell you straight. You must have guessed that Comrade Peng Lin is carrying out a top-secret operation. His original name is Peng Jiamu. He is a famous biological and plant scientist in our country. The purpose of his trip is to provide our country with Searching for heavy water and brine resources, dragging the remains of disease deep into the desert, it is really selfless and noble."
"We must take good care of Comrade Peng Lin. Leaders can rest assured that scientists are the heroes of all Chinese people."
Wang Lin was also filled with emotion, thinking: In this era full of "faith", countless outstanding people have dedicated their lives for the country, and he must take good care of them.
Then the call was cut off.
Wang Lin quickly walked to the medical room.
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Medical room.
By this time Yue Gu had woken up, Cang Hai was lying unconscious on the hospital bed, and Peng Lin hadn't woken up yet.
"How is Comrade Peng Lin's condition?" Wang Lin asked eagerly with a serious expression.
"Every physical indicator is completely healthy, but I was knocked out and haven't woken up yet," the doctor said calmly.
Wang Lin was a little surprised at this time. All indicators of his body were completely healthy. This was not what the chief said. So Wang Lin asked again: "Have you checked carefully here? Are you really in complete health?"
"Yes, company commander, Comrade Peng Lin does not have any health risks except being frightened and having an irregular heartbeat." The doctor was also quite confused at this time, and then asked softly, "Is there any problem?"
"It's okay, I'm just asking." When it came to confidential matters, Wang Lin couldn't explain it clearly, so he changed the subject, "But why is Cang Hai like this?"
Everyone hurriedly informed him of what had just happened. Wang Lin nodded and left the medical room.
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At this time, the night in Lop Nur was almost over, and the morning sun poked its head out. The scenery is like a freehand landscape painting, gradually unfolding.
Wang Lin left the camp and sat on the sand dune with complicated thoughts.
A lot has happened in so many days. In order to rescue Peng Lin, there is still no news about the two soldiers.
Everything seems a little strange and mysterious. Is there some unknown mysterious power hidden under this vast desert?
No one can give an answer.
The wreckage of the helicopter, the missing off-road vehicle and the two soldiers have not yet been found, but Peng Lin has been found, but he is a healthy and normal person.
In fact, he had heard about Peng Lin for a long time, but he had no chance to meet him.
Comrade Peng Jiamu, as my country's outstanding plant biological naturalist, went deep into the hinterland of Lop Nur twice and contributed tremendously to the country's scientific research and construction. He also participated in nuclear weapons experiments and contracted serious illnesses in the process, suffering from two types of cancer at the same time. But under such circumstances, he still insisted on coming to the hinterland of Lop Nur, hoping to use his remaining passion to ignite the country's scientific construction.
So is the healthy Peng Lin in front of them the Peng Jiamu they are looking for?
Or perhaps Comrade Peng Jiamu had some adventure that caused him to recover.
These mysteries linger in Wang Lin's mind, but because the matter involves state secrets, there is no way to communicate with others.
A stern soldier sat on a desolate sand dune, with wind and dust blowing on his rough cheeks. Looking from a distance, he felt indescribable loneliness and melancholy.
He fumbled with his clothes and lit a cigarette.
Come to think of it, I haven't smoked in almost half a year. This pack of cigarettes was a gift from the chief when I left Beijing, and I have been carrying it with me as a souvenir.
There is probably nothing that a man's depression can't be solved with a cigarette, right?
