There are about 100 medical staff in the Nth field hospital.
Excluding the old doctors and the female doctors and nurses, there are only 30 young people left.
Dean Gu didn't care about being pretentious or worried, and immediately blew the emergency whistle, "All male doctors under the age of 35, assemble immediately."
Chen Xia heard the call from the radio outside in the warehouse and rushed over immediately. At that time, he still didn't know what was happening.
When these 30 people were standing in the open space, Dean Gu looked over one by one and saw his son-in-law standing in the crowd. He couldn't help feeling heartbroken.
This time they are on the front line of the battle, rescuing the wounded in the hail of bullets. Judging from the current battle situation and the fact that so many medical soldiers have just sacrificed their lives, this is almost a life-or-death mission.
Dean Gu looked at this group of young people and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If possible, he wished he could go first. He was old, but they were still young and their life had just begun.
"We have received an order from the front line, requiring us to organize immediately and go to the front line to rescue and evacuate the wounded. This is a very dangerous task. Comrades who are willing to go to the front line, please raise your hands."
Thirty hands were raised in unison.
Chen Xia raised his hand without hesitation. He was really afraid of death, but in such an environment, if he backed down, he would be despised by everyone, including his children.
On the battlefield, the most hated people, besides traitors, are cowards.
Dean Gu stared at his son-in-law and repeated, "This mission is very dangerous. Have you considered it carefully?"
Originally, the old man shouldn't have said that. In wartime, you just give death orders and everyone just follows them. But he really couldn't bear it and was willing to give these young people a chance.
But everyone remained silent, their eyes determined.
The officer was overwhelmed with emotion when he saw this scene: "Thank you, everyone. On behalf of all the officers and soldiers of our S Regiment, I would like to express my gratitude to you."
After he finished speaking, tears streamed down his face. On the one hand, his comrades were killed or injured on the front line of the battle, and on the other hand, innocent medical workers might die. It was a dilemma and he had no choice.
Everyone understands that this is clearly a "suicide squad"!
Dean Gu waved his hand and said, "Everyone, prepare the medical supplies and run forward."
"yes!"
Chen Xia and another Xi City doctor formed a team, one carrying a medicine box and the other holding a stretcher, ready to set off.
Dean Gu grabbed his son-in-law and said, "Xiao Xia, come back alive! You must come back alive!"
"Dad, don't worry. I have the aura of a protagonist and will definitely come back safely. If, if... let Gu Lin take good care of our child. All the treasures I have stored over the years are in the air-raid shelter on Guihua Mountain in Qingfeng Village. I will give them all to Gu Lin when the time comes."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
Dean Gu was confused for a moment. What is the protagonist's halo?
The battle area was about 3 kilometers away. As Chen Xia and his companions ran, they could clearly feel the oppressive atmosphere. The sound of artillery and gunfire continued. Some of the wounded had already been transferred by their comrades.
The officer shouted, "Frontline, your mission is to go to the frontline and rescue the injured soldiers. Please."
Everyone nodded silently and firmly in agreement.
At this moment, everyone's blood was boiling. Everyone knew the danger of this mission, but no one was thinking about life or death. Instead, they were thinking about how to save people.
Although Chen Xia had experienced war, he was still some distance away from the battlefield at that time.
But this time they were actually on the front line of the battle. The shells exploded not far away and the bullets flew over their heads. Chen Xia and the Xi City doctor shuttled through the trenches and quickly advanced towards the battlefield.
Because this was a temporary trench and not very deep, Chen Xia and his partner in Xishi had to bend over and lower their heads as they rushed forward, feeling like headless flies.
I didn't know how long I had been walking when I heard someone shouting from above: "Is there a medic? Help!"
Chen Xia and the Xishi doctor carefully straightened up, stuck their heads out of the trench and looked to the side. Not far away, they saw several wounded soldiers lying in a mess. It was probably a squad that was charging and was unlucky and was injured by a shell.
Chen Xia shouted, "How many people are still alive?"
A soldier shouted: "There are still four people alive, one of them has his leg blown off."
Chen Xia and the Xishi doctor looked at each other, shook hands firmly, encouraged each other, and then counted 1, 2, 3. They quickly ran to the trench and crawled towards the wounded.
You can only crawl. Anyone who dares to look up will be shot in the head.
After finally crawling to the wounded soldier with great difficulty, the scene could only be described as a pile of blood and flesh. The four soldiers who were killed in the explosion were almost unrecognizable.
There were four soldiers left alive. One had lost both legs, another had lost his hands, and two others had no apparent wounds, but their ears and noses were bleeding. It was definitely because the sound of the exploding shells had damaged their brains and internal organs.
The soldiers were wailing in pain.
The environment at the scene no longer allowed for on-site rescue, and the wounded had to be transferred to relatively safe trenches.
Chen Xia and the Xishi doctor had no choice but to work together, using the most primitive method to pull a wounded person together, and then crawl towards the trench, and evacuate all the wounded one by one.
As for the soldiers who died, there's really nothing we can do. We'll collect them after the battle is over...
Only simple bandaging and hemostasis treatment could be performed on the scene, and even stretchers to evacuate the wounded were impossible because there were too many soldiers shouting "medic" on the battlefield.
This is the cruelty of war. It is different from a car accident scene. It is not enough to just deal with a few wounded people.
Just as Chen Xia and his men had finally pulled four wounded soldiers into the trench, soldiers outside were shouting for help.
At this time, all the doctors on the battlefield had dispersed and no one could contact each other. There were shells falling and gunfire coming from all the time. Chen Xia and his men could only rely on themselves and there would be no support.
Chen Xia was also somewhat deafened by the explosion of the shells, and shouted loudly to the Xishi doctor:
"There are too many wounded. We have to split up. You go to the right to find the wounded, and I'll go to the left. Let's gather all the wounded in this trench first."
The Xishi doctor, who was wearing glasses and looked gentle, nodded firmly. The two men shook hands again and then quickly crawled out to search for the wounded.
One, two, three.
It was extremely difficult to move each wounded soldier. Not only was the pain causing the injured soldiers to wail, but also Chen Xia was pulling them forward forcibly. The friction on the ground was too great, and he had to use all his strength.
"Comrade, hold on! I'm a doctor. I'll save you. You must hold on! You'll be safe once you reach the trench!"
Chen Xia encouraged the injured soldiers while gritting his teeth and crawling forward.
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