Ning Zhiheng immediately stepped forward, reached out and shook hands, and said softly, "Zhiheng has come to visit you, senior. I hope you recover soon, return to the battlefield, lead us to fight bravely against the enemy, and make new contributions."
Weng Xiangrong couldn't help but give a bitter laugh. He looked down at his injuries and said with regret, "Returning to the battlefield is impossible. I hope I can survive. It's a pity that I can no longer serve the country in this national war. I entrust the Special Service Brigade to you. I'm counting on you all!"
Weng Xiangrong knew that this war was too brutal and that future battles would be even more difficult to sustain. Ning Zhiheng had a very heavy burden on his shoulders, which is why he sincerely gave these instructions.
The two exchanged a few more words and inquired with the doctor, learning that Weng Xiangrong's injuries had not worsened for the time being, before preparing to leave.
Just as they reached the hall, a loud shout rang out. Ning Zhiheng and the others turned around and saw several soldiers carrying a wounded soldier on a makeshift bed in the corner of the hall. Several other soldiers were standing around him, and one of them was holding the wounded soldier tightly, pleading with a doctor.
"Doctor, please take another look, please take another look! He can still be saved! Look, he's still breathing, he's not dead!"
His cries of pleading were heart-wrenching, and the man's tears moved everyone around him.
But the doctor shook his head helplessly and said with great concern, "The patient's wound infection has worsened, and he is on the verge of death. There is no point in trying to save him. We have done our best. There are too many people here, and the hospital is already full of wounded. The chance of cross-infection is too high. If we let him stay here, it will endanger other wounded. I hope you brothers can understand."
Upon hearing the doctor's words, the soldiers turned to look at the wounded lying all around them, and finally, speechless, they let go. The others then hurriedly carried the wounded soldier, who was on the verge of death, out of the room.
At this moment, a medical worker came to the doctor's side and said urgently in a low voice, "Dr. Li, we've run out of anti-inflammatory medication! We're out of medicine!"
Upon hearing this, Dr. Li's expression immediately tightened. He glanced at the medical staff and whispered, "Keep your voice down, let's talk back in the office."
Ning Zhiheng had amazing hearing; even though they were some distance apart, he could still clearly hear the two people talking in hushed tones.
It was clear that the hospital was running out of medicine. Seeing the wounded around them, the doctors were afraid of affecting the soldiers' morale and causing chaos, so they quickly stopped the news from leaking out.
Ning Zhiheng frowned. He knew very well that in this era, the number of soldiers who died on the battlefield in the National Revolutionary Army was not even as many as those who died from infection.
Without anti-inflammatory wound medication, at most 50% of the wounded soldiers in the hospital would survive, and that would be with the meticulous care of the medical staff.
However, Ning Zhiheng didn't have many options in this situation. It wasn't just Depu Hospital; it was probably the same situation in all the major hospitals in the southern district. This war was unexpectedly brutal, resulting in too many wounded soldiers and a large amount of wound medicine being consumed every day. Moreover, the war had been going on for two months, and it was already very difficult for the rear hospitals to hold on until now.
Just as Ning Zhiheng was about to leave, a sudden screech of brakes was heard. Another military vehicle sped into the hospital compound, and several soldiers jumped out. They hurriedly carried two wounded soldiers out and shouted for medical staff.
Upon hearing the noise, Dr. Li and several medical staff in the lobby quickly came out and carried the two injured people in.
These are wounded soldiers brought back from the front lines. Ning Zhiheng shook his head as he looked at the scene. The hospital has run out of medicine. Even if they are sent to the hospital, they can only have their wounds treated at most. Whether they can survive depends entirely on their own resistance. The situation is not optimistic.
Ning Zhiheng was feeling depressed and didn't want to stay there, so he was preparing to leave.
But just as several soldiers were carrying the second wounded soldier away from Ning Zhiheng, Ning Zhiheng suddenly noticed something. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the stretcher, his eyes fixed on the young officer on it, and exclaimed in surprise, "Yongyi?"
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