After hearing Lin Wanjun's words, everyone looked at her who had nothing on her body.
What does it take to save a life?
Surgical instruments, anesthetics, anti-inflammatory drugs, and various medical auxiliary equipment...
Lin Wanjun was only carrying a shoulder bag, which looked empty. Not only was there no space for medical equipment, but even two boxes of medicine.
"Hasn't the luggage been loaded onto the train?"
Lin Wanjun said calmly, "The surgical instruments and medicines are all in my luggage. Two people, come with me to move them."
Because there were so many people and too many supplies were needed, Lin Wanjun was unable to go to the space to get them by herself.
But it's okay, she has help.
While walking towards the truck with the soldiers, Lin Wanjun directed Song Xiu in the space to mobilize supplies for her.
"Yes, the medicine is on the shelf. Put more anesthetics and hemostatics..."
Song Xiu was very busy in the space, taking things according to Lin Wanjun's instructions.
"I have so much stuff. Can I use this wicker suitcase to pack it all in?"
Song Xiu took out an old wicker suitcase and asked, without stopping his hands.
sure.
The luggage was indeed placed on the truck by the soldiers.
In order to make it easier to distinguish, everyone's luggage was labeled with their names and was now neatly placed in the middle of the carriage.
The soldiers quickly found the luggage with Lin Wanjun's name on it. It was just a not-so-big box.
"That's not it."
Lin Wanjun took advantage of the chaos and no one cared how much luggage she brought with her, and lied without blushing or beating her heart.
"It's a large wicker suitcase."
A rattan suitcase?
The soldiers who were carrying the luggage looked at each other in confusion, and none of them had any impression of the so-called wicker suitcase.
"Over there, the box at the very back."
Lin Wanjun pointed precisely to the innermost corner, where a wicker suitcase had appeared, standing upright in everyone's sight.
When did this box appear?
The soldier in charge of guarding the luggage was a little confused and bewildered.
He had just sorted out his luggage, arranging it neatly from beginning to end. This box obviously didn't fit in. At least he couldn't make one box stand out so much from the crowd.
The soldier began to doubt his memory.
Could it be that the workload has been too heavy these days and my memory has become confused?
But I can't care about that now.
Two soldiers carried the wicker suitcase out and all the way to the door of the makeshift operating room.
The so-called operating room was just a small space surrounded by cloth in the corner of the train station. Inside was a makeshift operating table made of door panels and benches, and dozens of flashlights served as operating lights.
As soon as the box was brought in, all the medical staff rushed over, as if waiting for a miracle to happen.
Lin Wanjun opened the box in full view of everyone, causing an uproar among the crowd.
There were two new sets of surgical instruments in the box, as well as anesthetics, hemostatic drugs and other essential life-saving drugs.
Zhao Yajun was stunned.
"Xiao Lin, where did you get this...?"
Because they had not anticipated such an emergency, the medical team members traveled in simple attire, intending to reach the front-line field hospital as quickly as possible.
Moreover, no matter how well prepared they were, it was impossible for them to carry heavy surgical instruments with them. Most importantly, not everyone could take these things away from the hospital.
But Lin Wanjun not only has one, but also two sets, and they are the most advanced surgical instruments.
"Aunt Jingru gave it to me."
Lin Wanjun was not panicked at all and let Yang Jingru take the blame for her. She didn't believe that Zhao Yajun would go to confront Yang Jingru about this matter.
As expected, when Zhao Yajun heard Yang Jingru's name, he sighed slightly.
"Yes, if it's her, then it's not surprising at all."
With Yang Jingru's ability, it would be reasonable for her to get two sets of surgical instruments, let alone illegal drugs.
But, did Lin Wanjun bring such a heavy wicker suitcase? Why did he have no recollection of it?
But I can't care about that now.
Because there was more than one seriously injured patient, Zhao Yajun arranged for two operations to be performed simultaneously.
He quickly made the personnel allocation, and as expected, Lin Wanjun and Zhao Yajun underwent the same operation.
"You will follow my instructions for a while."
Zhao Yajun quickly changed into surgical gown and looked at Lin Wanjun seriously.
Lin Wanjun is not stupid, of course she knows what Zhao Yajun is intending.
In Zhao Yajun's eyes, she was just a relative, or even a stupid relative who knew nothing.
It would be a disaster to let someone like her, who has connections, perform surgery on injured soldiers.
But after all, she is Yang Jingru's niece, and after all, all the supplies for this operation were provided by her. Not letting her participate in it would be a bit like abandoning the donkey after it has served its purpose.
So Zhao Yajun arranged her to work under him, which saved his face and ensured the safety of the wounded.
Lin Wanjun saw through it but didn't say it out loud.
She changed into surgical gown and did some auxiliary work as assigned.
The injured soldier had severe peritoneal hemorrhage. When the scalpel cut into the abdominal cavity, a large amount of blood gushed out, quickly staining the ground red. The blood flowed in a winding manner and flowed out of the operating room.
"Oh no! There are several bleeding spots."
Zhao Yajun frowned and began to deal with the most serious hepatic artery bleeding, and other bleeding points also needed to be dealt with immediately.
Obviously, Zhao Yajun couldn't handle it all by himself.
"I'll do it!"
It was in this situation that Lin Wanjun stepped forward, skillfully picked up the scalpel, and began to work with Zhao Yajun to save people.
At first, Zhao Yajun was worried and skeptical. While dealing with the things at hand, he was also distracted by the situation on Lin Wanjun's side.
After observing for a while, his expression changed.
Lin Wanjun's movements were skillful and swift, and her knife strokes were very precise. Especially when facing the bloody wound, she did not show any fear at all.
His skill in operation is in no way inferior to those of the old doctors in the hospital who have many years of surgical experience.
"You are... quite unexpected."
Zhao Yajun breathed a sigh of relief and no longer paid attention to Lin Wanjun. He devoted himself to the task of saving people.
From dawn to afternoon, the medical team members, who had traveled for three days and three nights, ignored their fatigue and performed one operation after another, bringing one critically injured patient after another back from the brink of death.
After the last operation was over, everyone finally felt exhausted. They didn't even care that they were covered in blood. They just sat in the corner, gasping for breath.
Lin Wanjun was also very tired.
Almost twelve hours of standing had caused her legs to become severely congested. Every step she took felt like it was filled with lead, so heavy that she could hardly move forward.
She was also going through that special period of her month. Her lower abdomen was aching and her vision was blacking out. She sat down against the wall, feeling so dizzy that she could hardly lift her head.
Suddenly, the soldier who was taking care of the wounded came running over, so excited that he spoke incoherently.
"Hurry, doctor, hurry... hurry and take a look..."
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