"cough!"
Cheng Jin awkwardly touched his nose, glared at him fiercely, not expecting to get away with it, and insisted on saying it out loud.
He waved for them to leave.
"Xiao Wu, you two stay at the door and guard it. From now on, no one is allowed to come near."
The military doctor paused for two seconds in surprise, then dropped his nonchalant demeanor and turned to look at Cheng Chao. What was so serious about this?
The door closed, and Cheng Jin looked at the military doctor with a serious expression.
"Cheng Chao really needs anti-inflammatory drugs, right? How many other people are in the same situation as him, waiting for anti-inflammatory drugs to save their lives?"
Old Yang glanced at Cheng Chao, then sat down on the chair next to him.
"That goes without saying, it's obvious."
The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the wound is healing more and more slowly. He's doing alright, though, because he's being well taken care of with good food and drink every day. Even though the medication isn't enough, the good nutrition is enough to keep him going.
Didn't you see those guys over there? They were hospitalized even earlier than him, and now their wounds are infected and oozing pus. They have to disinfect them three times a day. It's no use trying to treat them if the inflammation doesn't go down.
In this weather, without anti-inflammatory medication, I can't guarantee I'll be able to save my arm and leg.
"well!
Today I made a round of phone calls, asking almost every hospital in every military region. I did it once a day, and people got tired of asking me. Now when they answer the phone, they just say one thing: "No, nothing."
I'm so worried.
"Hey? Didn't you take some people out? Why are you being so secretive? What's up?"
"Old Yang, if... if I could get the medicine, but..."
"But what?"
Old Yang sat up straight.
"If it didn't come from official channels, and you can't even ask where it came from, would you dare give it to them?"
"How dare you say that? We've been together for so many years, don't you know me at all?"
As long as it's a good medicine and the right treatment, I'm willing to use it.
Medicine is medicine. As long as it can save lives, that's all that matters. Why does it have to be labeled? How many lives were saved by the medicinal herbs that the villagers brought back back then?
If that's the case, then the ginseng that the old farmer went into the mountains to collect is even more of an unknown source, so shouldn't we all avoid using it? They're all scrambling for it so enthusiastically!
"Let me tell you, that's what annoys me about them. They're always saying this isn't right, that isn't right, and sooner or later something bad will happen."
Hearing this, Cheng Jin's expression softened; he knew he would say that.
"I'll tell you the truth, this kid,"
He raised his chin and pointed at Cheng Chao.
"We were on a mission, and it just so happened that we met someone. We were worried that we were short of medicine, so we traded some of their savings with him. Who would have thought that we would end up saving ourselves first?"
That's why I went out.
Old Yang jumped to his feet, his face flushed.
"Really? Where is it? Bring it here so I can see it."
You little brat, why didn't you say so earlier? I was shamelessly begging people everywhere, and I was so anxious!
I'm afraid you'll die in your hospital beds; how pathetic!
Cheng Chao chuckled.
"We just met by chance and got along really well, but we don't know each other well. I wasn't even sure if they would actually deliver it. If I told you earlier, you'd have to wait and see. What if I got scammed? Wouldn't that be a waste of your time?"
"You, you!"
Cheng Jin bent down, pulled one out from under the bed, and pointed at it.
"Here they are!"
Old Yang immediately knelt down on the floor, picked up a bag and examined it carefully. He casually rummaged through the box, looked at Cheng Jin in disbelief, then looked under the bed, laughing and crying at the same time.
"Old Cheng, no, really? Are these all true?"
Cheng Jin sighed.
"Really, really, we don't know either. Look, how can we use these to save more people? But you know..."
"I know, I know, I won't say anything, I won't say anything,"
Xiao Wu and his companion stood at the door, warily watching the corridor. Listening to the intermittent wailing and howling coming from inside, they rubbed their ears and whispered gossip.
"Do you think Dr. Yang is happy or unhappy?"
Holding up two bags, Old Yang was so excited he was almost incoherent.
"Oh my god, Cheng Chao, you really understand me!"
Jian Dan unconsciously moved closer to Cheng Chao; this military doctor seemed a little off.
"What's wrong with him? Is he alright?"
Cheng Chao also found it very distasteful.
"It's okay, he's just like that, he goes crazy when he sees these things."
As he spoke, his tone became heavy.
"The supplies up there are limited. Whenever there are medicines or equipment, it's never our turn. We can't even grab them. But he's a stubborn person, especially when it comes to things related to the wounded."
Look, I'm injured. The brothers in the next ward were also injured in the gunfight at the border a few days ago and were transferred here. Actually, the situation here is not much better than in other places, and it's even worse.
In winter, when the temperature drops to tens of degrees below zero, we patrol outside day and night. Our cotton-padded clothes are not thick enough, and our stomachs are never full. As a result, our hands, feet, ears, and even our bodies are covered in frostbite. Year after year, it heals and then recurs. Almost no one here is completely healthy.
It gets a little better when the weather gets warmer, but sometimes, the itching is so intense it's almost maddening, it's like it's seeping into your very bones.
Look, he's just like my uncle; he never married and devoted his whole life to us.
After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he had been moving around on the border. As soon as the hospital was built here, he applied to be transferred over.
This area is not valued, and the conditions are so harsh. Even if the higher-ups have medicine and supplies, they won't give priority to this area. So he has no choice but to swallow his pride and beg for help everywhere.
In fact, he was an excellent doctor. His surgical equipment had come with him from the battlefield. After many twists and turns, he was left with only two scalpels. He had long wanted to apply for a set of proper instruments, but he simply couldn't get them.
Medical supplies are in short supply, and they are all going to the Beijing Military Region. It's not going to our area at all. I had someone make a few things for him out of iron before, but none of them met his requirements. He said that these things cannot be done carelessly, and there can be no room for error. Even the slightest mistake could lead to the failure of the surgery, and in serious cases, it could really delay his life.
So, we've been dealing with it as it comes.
Then he crept closer to Jian Dan, his voice so low that Jian Dan could barely hear him.
"You really are something, you've really hit the nail on the head, he even overlooked the medicine."
Just you wait, he'll probably be sleeping with it all day.
Jian Dan was also somewhat surprised. She only saw it out of the corner of her eye, and somehow a flash of inspiration led her to bring it out.
"Sleeping with someone in your arms is a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it?"
Cheng Chao chuckled.
"You don't know, he is a very, very persistent person. If you were to call him a medical fanatic back then, it wouldn't be an exaggeration."
Putting everything else aside, this scalpel alone has become his obsession.
"Believe it or not, tomorrow or the day after, he'll be bringing this thing with him even when he's making his rounds?"
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