Chapter 155 Can't do it? No problem, let you men come in and do the work
“…It’s not that we don’t want to work. The kitchen staff is making breakfast.” Li Juan’s eyes were red, as if she had been treated unfairly. She stood there, stamping her feet and wiping her tears.
Song Ling, who was standing next to her, was not in a much better mood either. She was in a particularly bad mood. Normally, she lived in the military compound and was the most leisurely wife of a military officer.
It was rare to see her cooking 365 days a year, unless her husband had time to sneak home after training and light the honeycomb coals in the stove to cook for her.
As the old saying goes, if you walk by the river often, your shoes will get wet.
Two years ago, her husband sneaked back home to light a fire and cook, and this was reported by other military wives. As a result, Song Ling's husband was criticized by the regiment headquarters. Only then did Song Ling's self-proclaimed style of being a descendant of the "Song family daughter of the Republic of China" become more restrained.
But when I saw it today, I didn't see any improvement.
Xu Changhe had been displeased with the women in the compound for a long time, and was worried that he would not find a chance to punish them. "You must understand that this time the army has selected you, the wives of soldiers, to come to the battlefield, and you must at least do your job as sanitation workers well!"
"This not only concerns your future life in the compound, but also your men. Those with bad attitudes and those who are unwilling to work hard will eventually harm your men. Those who deserve to be demoted will be demoted, and those who deserve to have their wages reduced will have their wages reduced."
I thought Xu Changhe would rush out after yelling, but he had no intention of leaving the ward.
He stared at the two army wives with bloodshot eyes and cried as he went to the kitchen to boil medicine.
After watching the two arrogant wives of soldiers go to the kitchen, Xu Changhe walked to bed 17 with heavy steps, "How is he? Can the shell be taken out?"
Xu Changhe stretched his neck and glanced at the injured who were surrounded by people.
Wang Ziru buried her face and was concentrating on picking up the bullet casing under the concentrated illumination of three flashlights.
"Chief, now is the time for surgery. The more people from outside come in, the more bacteria will be brought in, which will increase the chances of wound infection. You'd better go out first." Wang Ziru hurriedly reminded, concentrating on her work.
She was worried that Xu Changhe's saliva would spray on the wound and further worsen the injury.
Xu Changhe glanced at No. 17's wound and suddenly felt his scalp tingling. He nodded quickly, "Okay! Thank you for your hard work."
"Oh, by the way, Commander, you should let the soldiers you originally arranged come in to take care of the other wounded. It's inconvenient for the wives to go to the toilet, and they can't move them."
"That's right, that's right, I'll call them in right now..." Xu Changming nodded repeatedly, feeling only deep admiration for the military wife in front of him.
In all his years in the military, this was the first time he had seen a medic perform surgery in a hospital ward.
The troops were equipped with three female health workers who followed the troops to the battlefield and usually only did simple suturing, bandaging, injections, and infusions.
After seeing Wang Ziru undergoing surgery with his own eyes, Xu Changhe was no longer so worried.
The wrinkled brows gradually relaxed.
This time, a sudden conflict broke out on the border, catching them off guard. There was not even a sanitation worker available. If the matter were investigated by the higher-ups, he would definitely lose the black gauze hat on his head.
At the post-war summary meeting, it was possible for the entire province to report the criticism.
Xu Changhe turned around and walked out of the ward quickly, calling the three young warriors in to take care of the wounded and help them drink water and go to the toilet.
The injury position of the injured person No. 17 was too dangerous, between the heart, stomach and abdominal debris. Fortunately, the bullet casing just hit the gap between these debris and did not injure any vital organs.
So Wang Ziru simply cut open the surrounding skin along the position where the bullet shell was inserted, carefully removed the bullet shell, and then disinfected and sutured the wound.
The few pairs of eyes standing nearby didn't dare to look.
Zhai Ximo held his breath. At this moment, he felt as if he and his wife were on the battlefield, fighting a tough battle.
Seeing his wife remain calm in the face of danger and act without panic, he had a lot of doubts in his mind.
She was a weak woman who didn't even dare to kill a hen at home, but now she became so strong and brave...
After treating No. 17's wound, it was already bright outside the window. It was already around seven or eight o'clock in the morning.
"Little warrior, come here. Remember, if anything happens to Patient 17, you must call me. His chest has just been opened and he cannot be moved. So don't feed him today. I will ask the kitchen staff to cook some porridge for him later."
A young warrior was called over and given some post-operative instructions. The young warrior looked at Wang Ziru innocently and said, "Can I drink some water?"
"Within three days, have him drink water in small sips. Feed him a little at a time. I will give him an IV to maintain his physical strength." After Wang Ziru gave the instructions, she led Zhu Yan and Lin Xiaowan to the pharmacy.
The water in the thermos in the pharmacy was gone.
"Who is that? Take the thermos to the kitchen and fill it with some hot water. I need hot water to disinfect it."
Hearing her cry, several men rushed to the pharmacy and rushed to help.
There was fighting every night these past few days, and the most important thing afterwards was for the medical team to treat the wounded.
Officer Zhang was even more exaggerated. He took off his coat and wore only a shirt with a yellowed collar. He was busy in the ward, assisting Wang Ziru in managing the medical team.
"Breakfast is ready, Comrade Ziru, why don't you go and eat first?" said Officer Zhang, who came back carrying two thermoses.
"What delicious food does the kitchen staff prepare?" Wang Ziru asked casually while washing her hands.
Zhang said with a smile: "Cooked porridge and steamed buns."
"Okay, then give everyone 20 minutes to eat, rest, and go to the bathroom! Everyone takes turns to eat breakfast. Someone in the sick room has to stay on duty, and the others can help bring breakfast."
With Wang Ziru's arrangement, Officer Zhang turned around and walked out of the pharmacy to arrange for everyone to have a meal and rest.
Wang Ziru went to the kitchen specifically, firstly to get some rice soup for the two seriously injured patients, and also to see with her own eyes why the decoction of the medicine had not been completed for so long.
"Sister Ziru, I'll go to the kitchen too." Zhu Yan had no time to go to the bathroom, so she hurried to the kitchen to familiarize herself with the terrain.
Taking into consideration that the medical team had quite a few members, Officer Zhang ordered two young soldiers to go to the kitchen to prepare porridge and steamed buns for everyone in basins.
This way everyone doesn't have to go to the kitchen to get meals.
The two women followed the aroma of rice as they entered the kitchen where the cooking squad cooked for the entire army.
The firemen in the kitchen squad were putting porridge and steamed buns into bamboo baskets, intending to deliver them to various soldiers' resting points.
I saw Song Ling and Li Juan sitting by the stove, roasting themselves by the fire, holding a snow-white steamed bun in their hands, drinking porridge and eating the bun, looking very comfortable and leisurely.
The medicinal soup she had been waiting for was boiling in another large iron pot, and it seemed that the fire in the stove was extremely strong.
"You seem to be eating leisurely. I've told you that the fire for decocting medicine should not be too high. Once it boils, use a low fire. You use such a high fire, but you can't boil out the essence of the Chinese medicine. What use is there for this medicinal soup?"
Wang Ziru took a steamed bun from the winnowing basket on the chopping board and took a bite.
I walked over, lifted the lid of the pot and took a look.
He turned and walked to the mouth of the stove, bent down and took a look inside the stove, only to see that the flames in the stove were full and covered the bottom of the pot.
"You two, get up!"
Li Juan and Song Lingsi ignored Wang Ziru and planned to serve a basin of medicinal soup to the ward after breakfast.
Zhu Yan, who followed over, was nervous and anxious, fearing that Wang Ziru would fight with the two of them.
At this time, Zhai Ximo followed to the kitchen and asked, "How is it? Is the Chinese medicine ready?"
Li Juan and Song Ling didn't see Wang Ziru, so they immediately changed their expressions and stood up from the stools.
Zhai Ximo glanced at them indifferently.
"The fire is too big. The medicinal soup can only be given to the wounded as a bowel cleanser." Wang Ziru sat on a stool, picked up the fire tongs next to her, and swung it vigorously for a while.
Suddenly, only a tiny flame remained in the stove.
"Now, you two use porcelain basins to scoop a bowl of breakfast over and distribute a bowl to each bed. Let them drink one bowl first." Wang Ziru dropped the fire tongs, stood up and instructed the two women who were eating breakfast.
Li Juan pursed her lips and said, "I heard there are a few soldiers over there. We are only responsible for delivering the medicine."
"Stop talking, this woman will go to Old Xu to complain, and we'll be in big trouble!" Song Ling pushed Li Juan and said something veiled.
Wang Ziru was about to leave when she turned around and looked at the two women. "Okay, since you don't want to do this easy job, I'll let your men come in and take over your job."
"Country bumpkin! Don't go too far!" Li Juan was immediately furious.
But because Zhai Ximo was standing at the door, he didn't dare to really quarrel with Wang Ziru.
Zhu Yan pursed her lips tightly and trotted out following Wang Ziru.
When they came out of the kitchen, Zhu Yan was worried and whispered, "Sister Ziru, what should we do? They always go against you. Uh, let me boil the medicine instead."
"You are so timid, how can you get by in the military compound in the future?" Wang Ziru turned her head and glanced in the direction of the stove room, "These women think they are here to enjoy themselves, but they are unwilling to do even a simple task like decocting medicine, right? It doesn't matter, I have plenty of magic weapons to serve these wives who have never touched women's lives."
Before he could finish his words, his nostrils suddenly started to itch and he sneezed violently, "Ahhh!"
"Oh, by the way, Baoer and his uncle live in the military compound. I don't know how they are doing now. I'll call the military after I've treated all the injured here."
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Wang Ziru could never imagine that the two people, one adult and one child, who stayed in the military compound, could not even get a sip of boiled water when they woke up in the morning.
There is not even any tool to boil water. ×
It was already 8:15 in the morning. Zhai Qingsong got up earlier than the children. Zhuang Jiahan's biological clock was always early and punctual. After getting up, he opened the door of his house and wanted to chat with the neighbors, just like when he lived in the countryside, and ask where to buy stoves and honeycomb coal.
Unexpectedly, I went out several times in the morning.
The military wife next door, Zhao Cuilan, refused to pay any attention to him and remained silent no matter what he asked her.
She set up an iron pot on the stove in the corridor outside early in the morning and cooked breakfast for the family. Then she carried the child's schoolbag and went downstairs to send him to school.
"Uncle, I'm so hungry. Didn't you cook egg noodles for breakfast?" Baoer sat on the bed, touched his hungry stomach, wrinkled his little face and yelled.
Zhai Qingsong dressed the child and said, "I told you last night that we haven't bought a stove yet, and we don't have anything to cook. We'll go downstairs and ask the rest of the troops later. If we go to the town in the morning, uncle will take you to eat buns in the town."
When the young man heard the word "baozi", his mind immediately popped up the baozi shop in his hometown. The steaming buns just out of the pot were soft and delicious. "Then let's go to the town to eat baozi after washing our faces."
Zhai Qingsong smiled and said, "Uncle knows you are hungry. Let's go wash our face."
He led the little guy out of the small bedroom, filled a basin with cold water and washed the child's face first.
After packing up, Zhai Qingsong locked the door and took Baoer downstairs, intending to ask how to get to the town first.
The military family compound was always populated by men in military uniforms, their wives and children. Suddenly, a farmer with his clothes patched up showed up with a child. Soon, the wives on several floors lay down in the corridor and looked down at the floor below, as if they were watching a monkey show.
The wives of soldiers who lived next to each other were discussing loudly:
"Hey, whose distant relative is that?"
"What? Deputy Colonel Zhai's elder brother?"
"No way! Will there always be some poor country folks living in our family compound from now on?"