Chapter 115: Last Words
Due to the sudden increase in the number of wounded, almost all the vacant wards in the field hospital were filled up, and Yun Qiao and the others also became busy.
Because Yunqiao was skilled in acupuncture and it was rare for a needle to fail to penetrate the acupuncture point, Ye Zheng gradually assigned the task of acupuncture to her.
The wounded at the branch field hospital were mostly lightly injured. Their wounds had been preliminarily treated at the military district hospital, and the bullets had been removed. They were sent here only because the military district hospital could not accommodate them. The field hospital was only responsible for changing their dressings and giving them anti-inflammatory injections. They could basically be discharged in three to five days.
The task was not difficult, just a little more work, and Yun Qiao adapted well to it.
But a week later, the wounded who were sent in included some less seriously injured soldiers in addition to the slightly injured ones.
One of the wounded had his calves crushed and both legs amputated below the knees.
There were also people whose eyes were damaged by shrapnel from bombs. Although they underwent timely surgery to remove the shrapnel from their eyes, the damaged eyeballs could never be restored.
More and more wounded soldiers were brought in by the army’s military trucks.
The hospital wards were overcrowded, and extra beds were added in the corridors.
The masses also learned about the war on the border and spontaneously took to the streets, holding banners to protest the aggressive behavior of the fighting nation on the other side.
The photos were soon published in the newspapers, and the protests grew louder.
A few days later, Yun Qiao saw enemy fighter planes flying low outside through the window of the ward.
The war has entered a white-hot stage.
Yun Qiao thought of He Tingjun who was working in the army, and was extremely worried. He couldn't sleep at night, so he volunteered to take the night shift and take turns.
She tried to keep herself busy as much as possible so that she wouldn't think about other things. But as soon as she had some free time, her mind would still wander.
The moon was rising high in the sky. Yun Qiao looked at the cold moon, lowered his eyes, and prayed silently for He Tingjun.
Brother He! Please be alright!
You must come back alive!
At this moment, He Tingjun, who was being talked about by Yun Qiao, had just fought a fierce battle with the enemy and was hiding behind a hidden bunker with a tall man sitting next to him.
The man was Qin Zheng. His calf was grazed by a bullet. Although it was a minor wound, he bled a lot. At this moment, he was wrapping the hemostatic gauze around his calf in circles.
As he pestered her, he asked, "Have those bastards on the other side retreated back to the border?"
He Tingjun hummed, "They've retreated, but they haven't stopped organizing their forces. I guess they'll launch another attack soon."
Qin Zheng was silent for a moment, then looked towards the other bunkers nearby and asked, "Apart from the two of us, are there any other people alive on the island?"
In the dark night, the moon hung high in the sky, and the moonlight sprinkled on the earth, but it could not illuminate He Tingjun's vision.
He couldn't see, shook his head honestly, and replied, "I don't know."
After a deathly silence, Qin Zheng suddenly spoke: "I wonder when the reinforcements will arrive on the island."
He Tingjun: "Before dawn."
Qin Zheng glanced at his watch and said, "There's still an hour and a half until dawn."
He Tingjun hummed, "Hold on for another hour and a half."
Qin Zheng suddenly said, "Tingjun, if I can't come back one day, you can stay in my dormitory. There's a desk by the south window. In the middle drawer of the desk is a passbook. It contains all the allowances I've saved over the years, a total of 8,000 yuan. Leave it all to my sister."
His words seemed like his last words.
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