Su Xingran and her group traveled at a leisurely pace, finally arriving at their destination, the Yunnan border, on the morning of February 16th. They were then taken to rest in the logistics department.
After lunch, we received a notice that the logistics personnel should prepare everything they needed to bring and follow the troops on their orders.
Su Xingran put on the military doctor's uniform and shoes provided by the army, donned her military cap, and organized her medical kit. She was prepared to be on standby at any time; she knew she couldn't change the course of history, and all she could do was go with the flow.
That evening, Su Xingran and a group of logistics personnel followed the troops to their destination for assembly. At dawn on the 17th, the Chinese eastern and western front troops launched an attack on Vietnam simultaneously.
The war began, the smoke of battle filled the air, and the sounds of gunfire and artillery were awe-inspiring. Wearing a mask, Su Xingran truly experienced the battle scenes that she had only learned about from documents.
As time passed, wounded soldiers were successively sent to the logistics department to treat their wounds. Su Xingran received the first soldier she treated in this battle.
The soldier was unconscious. Su Xingran quickly checked and found that he had probably passed out from the pain. He had a wound on his forehead that was still bleeding, and there were gunshot wounds on his arms and calves.
Su Xingran and a logistics nurse treated the soldier's wound. Su Xingran first disinfected and stopped the bleeding from the soldier's forehead wound, and then bandaged the wound.
The logistics nurses helped to tie the soldier's hands and feet. Su Xingran was worried that the wounded man would wake up in pain and struggle violently during the bullet removal process, so she could only tie his hands and feet and then use silver needles to insert into his acupoints to achieve an anesthetic effect.
Su Xingran first removed the bullet from the soldier's arm. She used scissors to cut open his sleeve. There was a bullet hole in his arm; the bullet had pierced the entire arm, but it wasn't lodged inside. Su Xingran cleaned and disinfected the wound, applied hemostatic powder, stopped the bleeding, and then bandaged it.
The bullet in the calf wound hadn't penetrated; it remained lodged inside. Su Xingran examined it and found the bullet wasn't deeply embedded and could be removed quickly.
Su Xingran cleaned and disinfected the wound and surrounding skin, then used a scalpel to cut open the flesh next to the wound until she could remove the bullet with tweezers. Su Xingran watched as she gripped the bullet with the tweezers and forcefully pulled it out.
The unconscious soldier's hands and feet were already moving, trembling clearly from the pain. Su Xingran took another silver needle and inserted it into another acupoint on the soldier's body. Slowly, the soldier's trembling stopped.
Seeing the blood gushing out with the bullet, Su Xingran took a cotton ball and pressed it against the wound. After the bleeding subsided, she applied hemostatic powder. After bandaging the wound, Su Xingran cleaned the scalpel and tweezers.
The soldier's wounds were treated, and the next step was to send him to the centralized wounded area, where he would be cared for by dedicated personnel. The doctor treating the soldier was the same female doctor who had arrived with Su Xingran. She glanced at Su Xingran's condition and now understood why, despite her young age, she was on the battlefield.
The female doctor, watching Su Xingran remove the bullet with such speed and composure, truly admired this young woman. It seemed her assessment of her expertise in treating external injuries was indeed accurate.
The war intensified, and the number of wounded increased, keeping Su Xingran and the doctors extremely busy. The good news was that the Chinese troops were driving the Vietnamese army into a series of defeats.
The day after the war began, the Chinese people learned of this self-defense counterattack. Huang Zhenhua, far away in Beijing, sat glued to the television, watching the news reports intently.
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