Chapter 31 Unnatural Death? Our field hospital is dying...
Chapter 31: Unnatural Death?
"ah--"
“Uh-uh~~~”
Waves of suppressed screams came from the operating room.
Father Yan and Aunt Yan immediately looked reluctant and distressed, and Aunt Yan even wanted to find something to plug the gap in the door.
"Mom~ Really not necessary."
As a real man, how could he be scared by such a scream?
However, the treatment methods of this hospital aroused his interest.
Since the nurse was not there, Yan Jiuru slowly walked to the corridor outside the operating room.
Hey, he wasn't the only one here. There were three or four other wounded soldiers, all stretched out in a heap. One had gauze wrapped around his head, his cap loosely on his head; another had an arm in a sling; the most seriously injured had one foot and calf in a cast and was on crutches, his other hand wrapped in thick gauze.
There was another person with a bandage wrapped around his forehead, who was a few steps away from the other three. He must have come here alone to watch the fun, just like him.
Seeing Yan Jiuru slowly moving towards him, the man with injured arms and legs looked at him, raised his chin, and asked, "Comrade, what's wrong with you?"
The injuries of others can be seen, but this person's injury is not visible even though he is so slow. If this happens in the army, the injuries are usually more serious.
Sure enough, Yan Jiuru said in a very calm tone: "Oh, I was shot twice, it's okay."
Got shot twice! Not bad at all!?
"Where did you hit?" a young man asked with wide eyes.
Yan Jiuru gestured, "One bullet in the leg, one in the waist."
"Sure, bro!"
Several people gave thumbs up and praised: "Well done!"
Because they were all injured, they quickly became close friends. Yan Jiuru gestured towards the operating room and asked, "Do you know what's going on? Why are you screaming and crying so miserably?"
A wounded soldier said "Oh" and said nonchalantly, "That's normal. In our field hospital, we just save the dying and try to get those who are still alive back to the battlefield. No anesthesia is needed, but you have to practice your voice."
Yan Jiuru: Oh~
It turned out to be a field hospital, just...it was really amazing!
"Are those your comrades inside?" Otherwise, they are all here?
Unexpectedly, several people shook their heads and said, "I really can't lie down anymore, so I came out to get some fresh air. Aren't you the same?"
Yan Jiuru admitted readily, "The nurse is not here, I just came out for a walk to get better faster."
"Haha, brother, we have the same idea. If you just lie there, you'll get rusty. You might as well get out and move around."
"Which ward are you from, comrades?"
"Surgery 019, what about you?"
"I'm in the intensive care unit. How many people are there in your room? Will the nurse bring you meals?" Yan Jiuru asked casually, just to chat.
Comrades with injured hands and feet looked at him sympathetically and said, "Well, the special nurses only go there if they are in critical condition. Ours may look serious, but it's actually nothing serious."
"There were six of us in one room, and the health worker brought us food."
The guy with injured hands and feet came close to Yan Jiuru and smiled while squinting his eyes: "You still have to catch my pee. How can I do that? I have a wife, right?"
Yan Jiuru: I would believe it if you didn’t wink.
Although I envy it, I don’t need it.
Yan Jiuru looked at him and asked, "Then how do you relieve yourself?"
The other party raised his chin towards the comrade with a circle on his head, "Look, comrades and brothers are brothers. His hands are all our hands, haha~"
Yan Jiuru refused to imagine.
A few people chatted casually, and Yan Jiuru learned that they were from a unit participating in the Third Front construction. These soldiers were engineers who were transferred here because of a transport vehicle accident and were seriously injured.
Yan Jiuru heard about the Third Front construction for the first time and couldn't help but chat for a while. At this time, the door of the operating room opened and a simple operating cart was pushed out.
***
"Oh, you're recovering well. Are you out for some fresh air?" Yan Jiuru recognized this doctor. He was one of the ones who removed the bullet from him. He loved to joke.
However, the other party's simple and crude method of removing the bullet was still in his memory, and he couldn't help but stand back.
Well, Lord Demon is in a bit of a shadow now. The doctors here are different from the gentle and amiable ones in the county and the commune.
Although he speaks with a smile, he is very efficient and rough when doing his work. He only cares about the results and not the means.
"Well, I heard some noise, so I came to express my condolences to my comrades. Yes, to express my condolences." The soldier with injured hands and feet also became scared.
Doctor Zhao chuckled. "You're in such good spirits, and you're still comforting others? I should have given you a few more stitches and made it look more beautiful."
"Well, no need, no trouble."
"Thank you, Dr. Zhao. The nurse will be here soon. We have to go back to the ward!"
"Comrade Yan, if you have time, come and play at 019. My last name is Wang, Wang Baoguo..."
Even though he is lame and limping, he can still walk very fast.
Yan Jiuru leaned against the wall and watched the doctor and nurse push the patient away.
"Huh——" He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he could no longer see anyone.
He also just realized that these doctors had pistols on their waists. He didn't notice it when he was performing surgery so close to them before.
What Yan Jiuru didn't know was that although he still maintained self-awareness and felt that he was still awake when he was sent here, this was actually just an illusion. In the eyes of outsiders, he was unconscious.
Yan Jiuru moved to the hospital entrance and took a few breaths of fresh air. He looked at a sign next to him that read: Save the dying and the wounded, and practice revolutionary humanitarianism.
***
At this moment, with a "creak", a jeep stopped in front of the gate.
Several police officers got out of the car, with guns on their waists, and walked quickly towards the door.
Yan Jiuru moved aside.
The police officers passed by him and one of them glanced at him quickly.
"Yan Jiuru?" The man paused.
Yan Jiuru didn't know the other person, but seeing that he looked righteous, he nodded and said, "I am."
The man glanced towards the hospital and said, "You're leaving before you're well? Go back quickly."
"Well, I came out to get some fresh air. I was just about to go back."
The other group passed him and quickly entered the ward area.
When Yan Jiuru was returning to the ward and passing by Special Care Room 5, he saw that the door was open a crack. He took a look inside and vaguely saw that the bed was covered with a white sheet. The doctor and the nurse were talking to the public security comrades.
Yan Jiuru frowned: "Dead?"
Although the five spies were transported with him, he knew that he was the one who fired the gun, so only three of them could be rescued.
He fired the first and second shots accurately. The two spies should have died on the spot. The third and fourth were still breathing but their lives were uncertain. He kept the fifth one alive.
It would be normal if he died without rescue efforts, but something was not right when the police arrived.
Isn't it a normal death?
Yan Jiuru slowly moved back to his ward. He was still a little tired after walking for a while. His mortal body must be suffering from deficiency of qi and blood.
His parents had gone back to the guesthouse to make him chicken soup and hadn't come back yet, so he lay back on the bed thinking about something.
Soon, two police officers came to his ward.
***
"Are you back? Are you tired?" A policeman who had spoken to him at the door greeted him.
Yan Jiuru: "I feel a little weak after moving around a bit more."
He looked at the two police officers and asked, "Comrades, what do you want to talk to me about?"
The public security officer saluted him and, as per procedure, asked, "Are you Comrade Yan Jiuru?"
"Yes, it's me, that's right."
"I'm the investigation team leader Qi Yuliang, and this is investigator Xiao Zhang. We have some information we'd like to discuss with you." The other party showed him his ID.
Yan Jiuru looked at it carefully, nodded, and said with a pouty expression: "Did something happen to Room 5? When I came back, I saw you guys went into Room 5."
The police were not surprised by this, as they came openly and saw many people.
Qi Yuliang nodded and said in a slightly lower voice: "Number 5 died abnormally."
"When? How did he die?" Yan Jiuru sat up.
It's getting stronger again.
Yan Jiuru covered his waist and hissed twice, then said with certainty, "Was he silenced?"
Captain Qi obviously knew him and did not hide anything from him, saying, "Everything was normal this morning. The nurse who delivered lunch discovered that someone was dead.
The exact cause of death still needs to be determined by the autopsy results, but the hospital confirmed that it was not caused by the wound, so they reported the case."
Yan Jiuru wanted to curse: How could this be done!
"Your ward number three is relatively close to ward number five, and since you're one of us, we'd like to know if you've noticed anything unusual these past few days?"
Yan Jiuru is now more concerned about the living: "The other two must be kept alive." This is the spy he risked his life for. If he were to be killed for some reason, it would be better for him to kill him on the spot to save trouble.
He didn't know whether the relevant departments had interrogated the man or taken any effective measures, but he was not very satisfied that someone was killed even though there were soldiers standing guard outside the door.
The public security comrade nodded slightly at him.
Yan Jiuru: Okay, although I’m not really sure about it.
***
"Just think I'm petty. I think Nurse Li from Ward 3 seems to be paying a lot of attention to the other intensive care units, especially Ward 6."
The public security officer quickly wrote it down. "Can you be more specific?"
Yan Jiuru repeated his observations.
"This is very important, anything else?"
Yan Jiuru opened the small drawer of the bedside table, took out two painkillers, and handed them to Captain Qi: "She took away all the painkillers that the doctor had prescribed."
"Painkiller, taken away?!"
Captain Qi frowned and took the two painkillers and looked at them carefully. "Tell me, when and how did she take them? Approximately how much was the dosage?"
"After the surgery, I was admitted and started receiving IV drips. The nurse also gave me two painkillers, but I didn't take them and put them in this drawer. In the afternoon, when I was getting the injection, she brought me two more. I took them and opened the drawer casually.
She asked me why I didn't eat.
I said I could bear this little pain and save it to take home.
She said the hospital was short of medicine and wanted to give it to someone in need, but then she took it away without explanation."
"The remaining two pieces were thrown towards the back of the drawer when I threw them earlier, and she didn't notice them."
"I don't know how much painkillers the doctor prescribed in total. I haven't seen it since then, but I heard from the doctor on the ward rounds that it was at least three days' worth of painkillers."
Anyone who has graduated from elementary school can do the math. Four tablets a day means twelve tablets in three days. Even if two tablets were not taken away, the other party would have taken at least ten tablets.
This dose is not small.
***
After the police left, Yan Jiuru no longer enjoyed eating chicken thighs. He kept thinking in his mind that if they were trying to silence him, he felt that it was more likely that there were enemies inside the hospital, or that they were colluding with each other from inside and outside.
No matter what, the remaining two spies were in danger, and he himself had to be cautious.
Thinking of this, Yan Jiuru could no longer lie down, so he stood up and shook people.
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