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There was a simple camp bed in the tent, on which lay a soldier covered in blood, surrounded by doctors and nurses.
The short-haired female doctor wearing a mask standing in the middle said impatiently to Xiao Li, who was standing there stupidly, "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Come over here and help hold him down. Don't let him move."
"Hold it?" After realizing that he was being spoken to, Xiao Li walked over to the injured man and asked tentatively, "Where's the anesthetic? You don't use anesthesia during surgery?"
Xiao Li's words made the doctor frown impatiently. The nurse beside him said timidly, "We have a large number of casualties on the battlefield every day. There is simply not enough anesthetic. We can only use it sparingly and save it for the most seriously injured."
"Come here quickly!"
Xiao Li obediently shut his mouth, which was about to speak again. Okay, he understood. He could just press it. This young female doctor, whose face was unclear, was really fierce.
With human life at stake, Xiao Li obediently followed the female doctor's instructions and held down the injured man's upper body. However, as he pressed harder with his left hand, something scratched it, causing a slight pain. He then remembered he was holding a jade pendant, and hurriedly raised his hand to find it had been accidentally broken, leaving a cut on his hand.
Damn it! Xiao Li wanted to curse, but he didn’t know if the broken jade pendant could still be used.
"What are you standing there for? Hold it hard!" Xiao Li heard the female doctor's angry voice. He quickly put the things into his trouser pocket and pressed the injured man's upper body hard to prevent him from moving.
Halfway through the operation, the young soldier lying on the camp bed woke up. Xiao Li thought he was probably woken by the pain.
The young soldier had a round face and looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. After waking up, he kept grimacing and gasping for breath, with veins bulging on his face and cold sweat dripping down.
In the future, a child of seventeen or eighteen would still be in school and a treasure in the hands of his parents, but here he was already an adult shouldering heavy responsibilities. Xiao Li felt a little distressed and said to the female doctor, "He's awake! Hurry up!"
The female doctor was so focused on her work that she had no time to bother with him. The nurse beside her came over and wiped the sweat off the young soldier's face. "Just bear with it, it will be over soon. You mustn't move, understand."
The young soldier nodded with difficulty. Xiao Li held him down firmly and chatted with him to distract him. "I see you're not very old. Are you married?"
"No...no, but my mother wrote to me last time, saying that she would find me a plump and fair wife when I go home this year." The young soldier said with gritted teeth in fluent Northeastern dialect with a longing look on his face.
Xiao Li almost lay on top of him, and could hear the friction sound of his teeth gnashing in his ears. He had a deeper feeling for the soldiers of this era, and a feeling of awe arose spontaneously.
"Then I have to congratulate you in advance. You're getting married at such a young age, unlike me who's old enough and still can't find a wife. It's so frustrating to compare yourself to others!"
His sigh wasn't fake. In his previous life, he'd lived for nearly thirty years, and when he finally found a girlfriend, it was through online dating; he'd never even met her. To say they had any feelings for each other was pure nonsense. Coming here, even though he was only twenty-one, times were different. At this age, being unattached and unmarried was considered old.
"Squad leader... Squad leader, don't worry. Although you are not good-looking and not strong enough, there will always be someone who will not despise your appearance." In the eyes of the young soldier, the squad leader who was pressing on him had a face like a woman, and it must be difficult for him to find a wife. Feeling the loss in the squad leader's words, he still comforted him a little.
The young soldier's words were so sincere that Xiao Li thought for a moment that the original owner was horrible looking. But then he realized that wasn't right. He was average looking in real life, so when creating this character, he wanted to use every word in the world to describe a man on the original owner. Now that he was the original owner, how could he be ugly?
Xiao Li is not from this era, and he doesn't know that most people nowadays like the image of a tough guy with a square face. Although his handsome face is popular with girls, it is not the first choice.
"Is your eye okay? Besides your leg, your eye was injured as well. After the surgery, I suggest you have a doctor check you out. Otherwise, judging by the look in your eyes, you might be single for the rest of your life."
If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Xiao Li would have jumped up and fought the opponent for three hundred rounds. Unfortunately, the situation and timing were not right, so he could only mercifully let go of this mute little warrior.
After the young soldier's leg surgery, he was briefly treated and carried away by support personnel. He was then loaded onto a vehicle to be sent back home for treatment. Meanwhile, Xiao Li learned through various sources that Squad Leader Zhang had also boarded a vehicle returning home. He ran over to say goodbye, standing under the military truck, looking at him with tears in his eyes.
The look in his eyes almost said, "Take me with you."
The soldiers who passed by and also came to see off their comrades patted him on the shoulders and also looked at their comrades in the military truck, as if saying silent goodbye.
The car started slowly, taking away Xiao Li's last bit of hope of getting on the car and deserting.
As the car started moving, many of the wounded on board, regardless of their aching bodies, tremblingly raised their hands to salute the soldiers who had come to see them off. Both sides wanted to see each other again, to deeply engrave the other's face in their hearts. Everyone knew that this might be the last time they would see each other in this life. This was a silent farewell.
This farewell is a final farewell.
After a simple farewell, everyone started to return to their respective positions and get busy. Xiao Li was also drafted by the soldiers around him and worked for a long time. After the busy work, everyone went to rest, recuperate and be ready for the next battle at any time.
While everyone was resting, Xiao Li secretly hid behind the tent, took out the broken jade pendant from his pocket, closed his eyes, bit his finger hard, and dripped blood on the jade pendant.
"Fuck, it turns out that we cannon fodder can't touch the heroine's things. But it doesn't matter if they are broken, so that the heroine won't get them again." The imagined sea of consciousness space did not appear. Xiao Li put the jade pendant back into his pocket with a curse, and wanted to find a time and place to bury the jade.
Without worrying about the space problem, Xiao Li went to the logistics minister Zhang Sande for more than two hours, helping the logistics department with various chores, not for anything else, just to get a saber.
To be fair, Xiao Li actually didn't want the saber at all. Those things were taken from dead bodies and were stained with blood. He always felt disgusted by them, but in order to leave this damn place smoothly, he shamelessly lingered in the logistics department.
Zhang Sande, the head of logistics, and Xiao Xinghua came from the same bandit den, so their relationship was beyond words. Xiao Li was also the kid he had watched grow up, so he was considered Xiao Li's elder, so he was used to speaking casually. He pointed at Xiao Li and scolded him with a smile: "You little brat, when you want something good, you know I'm your Uncle Zhang. I've never seen you be so diligent before. I just got a bunch of foreign stuff, and you come to ask for it. Your sense of smell is much better than that of your bandit father. Now I'll give you the things, so hurry up and go back to rest, and don't get in my way anymore. I'm annoyed by the sight of you two."
Xiao Li hurriedly caught a very small military dagger with a leather sheath. "That was a close call."
Xiao Li said with a smile: "Thank you, Uncle Zhang. Uncle Zhang is the best to me. He is much better than my bandit father."
"Humph! You've probably forgotten that I'm a bandit too." Minister Zhang snorted sarcastically, "Tsk, tsk, tsk! You're so bold as to come to this damn place. Let me tell you, I didn't get this for free. When we go to the battlefield, you have to get me a foreign devil's command knife."
When Xiao Li heard this, he felt like crying. He was so miserable, and he didn't want to go to that place again. But he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he waved his hand generously and said, "I thought you wanted some treasure. This is easy to get, a piece of cake. It's just a command knife. Even if you want an American cannon, I can get it for you."
Minister Zhang laughed heartily upon hearing this, patted Xiao Li on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Alright, you're ambitious, boy. I'm waiting for your cannon right here."
Xiao Li sat in a corner of the tent with the military dagger he had just obtained, turning the dagger in his hand constantly, but he didn't dare to take action. Just when he was finally ready to grit his teeth and take action, a loud voice came from behind him.
"Did you capture this dagger? It's beautiful!"
The dagger in Xiao Li's hand was quite compact, only about 25cm long, with a blade about 15cm long and 2cm wide. Made of carbon steel with a chrome-plated surface, it had a leather sheath and a double-edged blade. The handle was a typical black injection-molded plastic, with aluminum alloy guards at the front and back. The aluminum alloy cap at the end of the handle had a lanyard hole.
He was already feeling guilty, and when he heard someone coming behind him, his hand trembled, and the dagger slipped out of his control and went straight to his leg, hitting his thigh right on target.
Confused and in unbearable pain, Xiao Li: "..."
I wasn't mentally prepared yet! Then someone suddenly showed up!
He gritted his teeth and looked at the bookish man beside him with an angry expression: He who ruined my good deeds should be punished!
"Are you okay? I wasn't going to fight you! You...quickly get up. I'll take you to the medical department to get bandaged." The man saw the dagger fall on Xiao Li's leg, walked over and pulled the dagger out before he could react. Blood splattered out. "Luckily, it's cold now, so I wore more clothes. The dagger didn't penetrate very deeply, and not much blood came out after I pulled it out. If it were summer, you would have been in big trouble. You're so careless."
My thighs felt dull and piercingly painful...
"Fuck!" Xiao Li looked at the man in military uniform who was talking nonstop while holding a bloody dagger in his hand, and said angrily: "Are you a devil? Do you have any fucking common sense!" Why are you wandering around in the middle of the night instead of sleeping!
Who the hell draws a sword like that? If the original owner had no memory of this person, Xiao Li would have thought that this person had a grudge against the original owner and was deliberately murdering him.
"My name isn't Devil. I'm Dong Shiyi, and I'm the platoon leader of the 9th Platoon, Steel Company, 7th Battalion, 303rd Regiment." Dong Shiyi was 25 years old, about 175cm tall, a bit thin, with a pale complexion and a scholarly air. Despite his youth, he had considerable experience, at least more than Xiao Li. More importantly, he was a graduate of Yenching University, a rare talent in today's military.
Platoon leader, Xiao Li silently recited the words "Army Division Brigade Regiment Battalion Company Platoon" in his mind. He was an officer with a rank, more powerful than a newly arrived soldier like himself. Xiao Li, with his petty-bourgeois mentality, gave him a spineless military salute, "Hello, Platoon Leader!"
But he was unhappy in his heart. What sin had he committed to be sent to this hellhole by God? He wanted to hurt himself and go home to make himself miserable, but he was caught by a platoon leader and ended up getting stabbed in the thigh. Damn it!
Seeing Dong Shiyi remained silent, Xiao Li became increasingly annoyed. "Why don't you send me to the medical department as soon as possible!" He said out loud as he felt annoyed: "Platoon leader, please send me to the medical department."
"Yes, yes, let's go quickly." Dong Shiyi had a weak and frail pretty face, just like a weak chicken. Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, he carried Xiao Li on his back and ran towards the medical department. There was no hesitation in his running.
There were many patrolling soldiers on the road. When Xiao Li was asking questions as usual, he felt very embarrassed to be carried by a man who was much shorter than him. He whispered, "Platoon leader, I can walk by myself. Can you put me down?" He felt very embarrassed.
"That won't do. You're accidentally injured and it's my fault. I have to be responsible for you."
"No, I don't need you to take responsibility." It always feels weird when a man says he wants to take responsibility to another man. After saying that, he struggled to get down. Dong Shiyi supported him and dragged one leg to the medical department.
The soldiers had all gone to rest, but the lights in the medical department were still bright and busy. Xiao Li and the other man came over and were immediately noticed by a nurse. Coincidentally, it was the same nurse who had asked Xiao Li for help that afternoon: "Captain Xiao, you're here to help again."
I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense.
Xiao Li shook his head like a rattle. Dong Shiyi, who was holding him, took out a dagger and pointed it at his leg, saying, "The dagger slipped out of my hand and accidentally stabbed into your leg. Show it to him."
"That's too careless. Doctor Wang happens to be free right now. Come with me."
After Xiao Li thanked her, he followed the nurse to a small cubicle where a woman was sitting and drinking water.
This time, the other person wasn't wearing a mask, allowing Xiao Li to see his face clearly. Doctor Wang wasn't the kind of gentle beauty; her features were more three-dimensional, giving her a heroic, beautiful, and generous look. She was startled for a moment when she saw him, then put down the ceramic jar in her hand and asked, "Why are you here again?"
"See a doctor." Xiao Li said unhappily.
The young nurse took the initiative to explain what she had learned. Doctor Wang raised an eyebrow and said to Xiao Li, "That's really unfortunate. The soldier wasn't injured on the battlefield, but he injured himself. If you didn't know better, you would think he was self-harming and trying to desert."
This woman!
Xiao Li felt his temples throbbing. This woman's intuition was truly terrifyingly accurate. However, no matter what she said, Xiao Li ignored her. Instead, he walked to a simple camp bed with ease and lay down. Pointing at the nurse, he said, "Hurry up and prepare gauze and disinfectant."
After the nurse left, Xiao Li began to unbuckle his belt. Just as he was about to do it, Doctor Wang grabbed his hand and asked, "Are you being a hooligan?"
The soft touch on his hand made Xiao Li sigh. This was the first time in his two lifetimes that he had touched a girl's hand, and the other person was a tomboy who obviously disliked him. It was really pitiful and sad.
"The wound is in the thigh."
"Then you don't have to take off your clothes. I can just cut off your pants." Doctor Wang took a pair of scissors and drew a line on Xiao Li's wound, looking like he was ready to take action at any time.
"No, no, no, it's just a waste of clothes. What am I going to wear if you cut my pants?" Xiao Li sat up, stared at her, and continued, "You doctors have seen all sorts of human organs. Just treat me like a mannequin and don't cut my pants."
He quickly took off his military pants, still wearing long johns underneath. The wound on his left leg was torn from the dried blood, so Xiao Li pulled it carefully, feeling a little pained. He smiled weakly and said, "Please help me cut it open."
Wang Xuemei looked at the man lying down again, feeling disgusted. Since she became a military doctor, she had performed countless operations, big and small, and no soldier had ever cried out in pain. Even if there was no anesthesia during the operation, everyone could persevere through the whole process without saying a word. What she admired most was an old leader who could file the bone to remove the bullet without anesthesia.
I heard that the old leader was unfortunately shot in the arm by the enemy during a war. Because the guns at that time were not very powerful, the bullet remained in the old leader's arm. When the old leader was first injured, the army was still on the move, so his injury was not treated in time. By the time the troops settled down, his arm was swollen like a carrot and showed signs of suppuration. The situation was urgent and the old leader's wound had to be treated. However, due to the emergency transfer, some basic medical equipment was lost. The entire army did not even have an anesthetic. The old leader told the medical staff: No need for anesthesia, just do it this way.
She was still young at the time, and when she first heard her father, who was also a doctor, tell the story of the old leader, she always felt that her father was exaggerating. It was not until she grew up, picked up a scalpel, put on a military uniform and became a military doctor that she truly felt the tough temperament of Chinese soldiers.
Wang Xuemei, a tough guy who is used to seeing blood but not tears, and who grits his teeth and perseveres without fear of pain, suddenly sees a weak chicken who is afraid of pain. She feels that the other party is not worthy of wearing the military uniform and does not look like a man!
She quickly adjusted her mentality, glared fiercely at the person lying on the bed, walked to Xiao Li with a kerosene lamp, and carefully cut open the clothes around the wound.
Even so, Xiao Li couldn't help but gasp, grimacing in pain, and almost yelled at Wang Xuemei.
When the clothes were torn open to reveal the wound on the left leg, Wang Xuemei gently wiped the bloody and serious wound with water. Even though she was very careful, she couldn't avoid touching Xiao Li's wound. She could hear Xiao Li's slight hiss, and her hands moved a little faster.
The blood slowly wiped away from the white, strong thigh, revealing a wound that was almost scabbed. The wound was about two or three centimeters long. Wang Xuemei glanced at the hissing person calmly and gently pressed around the wound with her hand: "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts...it hurts so much." Xiao Li coughed awkwardly, "Doctor Wang, do you think my injury is serious? Could you please give me a simple bandage? I..." followed the logistics vehicle and retreated to the rear.
Before he could finish his words, Wang Xuemei, who already had a serious expression, looked even uglier. She threw the handkerchief she had used to clean the blood into the basin, and the clear water immediately turned turbid. She folded her arms across her chest and spoke condescendingly to Xiao Li, "War is no joke. It involves bloodshed and sacrifice! I don't know if you're just dreaming of becoming a hero, and if you've impulsively joined the army out of such passion, but now that you've come to this place, you should expect to face death at any moment. What you need to do is escape the clutches of death on the battlefield, not become a deserter in the rear!"
Xiao Li, who had been saying to himself that his face was as thick as a city wall, had a look of pain on his face, as if he did not understand what the other person said. He said, "Doctor Wang, we have no grudges against each other. Is it necessary for you to call me a 'deserter'? You are a military doctor and you should know the fate of deserters. Do you think I am sharing the same air with you or what? You are quite pretty, but I didn't expect you to be the stepmother of a princess! Bandage me up quickly, I..."
"Put on your pants and get out of here!" Wang Xuemei's face turned pale, and she pointed at the door in a stern tone. "With your injury, if you had come five minutes later, it would have healed! You're really capable of pretending to be sick and making it to the medical department."
"What do you mean?" Xiao Li sat up suddenly with an angry look on his face and looked at the wound. He found that it had actually scabbed over. He looked at the wound with a confused look on his face and then looked at Wang Xuemei, whose face was ashen. He pointed at the wound and explained: "It's scabbed? The dagger was only halfway inserted at that time. That platoon leader Dong Shiyi can testify for me that he was the one who pulled the dagger out for me. A lot of blood was drawn. And..."
What else?
Xiao Li's explanations became increasingly confusing. Seeing the other person's disbelief, he gave an awkward smile, grabbed his pants, and put them on swiftly despite the pain. He limped out of the medical department, saying dryly, "I'm really not lying. You have to believe me."
He ran away, and behind him he seemed to hear a woman's questioning voice: "Doesn't it hurt now?"
It hurts! But the wound has healed completely. I can't explain it clearly. It's better to stay away from this woman and go back to study the healing ability of my body.
As soon as Xiao Li left the medical department, he saw Dong Shiyi waiting there. Dong Shiyi asked with concern, "How is it? I'll take you home."
"Platoon Leader, please go and rest. I can handle it myself. This minor injury will heal by tomorrow."
"That's not a minor wound. The knife is already halfway in."
Xiao Li didn't know how to explain: "..."
Yes, the knife was halfway in, but how come the wound healed and formed a scab?
I can’t figure it out!
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