"One was seriously injured, and two were slightly injured."
The soldier answered in a deep voice, quickly replaced Song Zhanjin, and got into the car to guard the more than 30 medical team members.
This time they came with orders from their superiors to pick up the medical team members and take them to the front line. The superiors said that no matter what the cost, they must ensure that the medical team members arrive at the field hospital safely.
Because there are more injured comrades waiting for treatment from the medical team, they are the last bastion of this battle.
Lin Wanjun grabbed Song Zhanjin's wrist.
"where you go."
Song Zhanjin had already jumped out of the car. He looked at Lin Wanjun's worried eyes and raised his hand to gently wipe the dust off her face.
"Stay here and we will escort you safely to the field hospital."
Although the enemy's artillery bombardment has been suspended, based on Song Zhanjin's past experience, there will definitely be subsequent attacks.
So he had to transfer the wounded soldiers to a safe area before the next wave of enemy artillery fire arrived, and of course, this car of medical team members who were as brave as pandas.
"Tell the driver to drive out of this dangerous area as quickly as possible."
After Song Zhanjin gave the order in a deep voice, he ran back without looking back, heading towards the most dangerous place.
He knew that there were many dangers ahead, but because his soldiers were still there, as the company commander, he could not abandon any of his comrades.
"I'll go too! I can help save people!"
Lin Wanjun jumped out of the car without any hesitation, and even fell to the ground because it was too high.
When Song Zhanjin heard the noise, Lin Wanjun had already gotten up and staggered towards him, her steps as determined as her eyes.
Before Song Zhanjin could speak, Lin Wanjun interrupted him.
"Stop talking nonsense. Nothing is more important than the lives of our soldiers right now! If there are any wounded, we must provide immediate medical attention. This is our duty as doctors."
Zhao Yajun was the second one to jump out of the car, and with him was nurse Hong Rong, who had remained silent all the way.
Hong Rong didn't say anything, but just followed Lin Wanjun's pace.
Seeing this, Song Zhanjin no longer insisted.
He stopped other medical staff who were about to get out of the car to save people and ordered the driver to drive immediately and transfer the remaining people to a safe area as soon as possible.
Then, he took Lin Wanjun, Zhao Yajun and Hong Rong to the back to check on the wounded.
The two lightly injured soldiers were not seriously injured. They only had some simple flesh wounds, which Hong Rong could handle alone.
The seriously injured soldier...
Even though Lin Wanjun and Zhao Yajun were used to seeing life and death, they still panicked for a moment when they saw the soldier's left leg being blown off.
Instead, the soldier who lost a leg smiled and comforted Lin Wanjun and Zhao Yajun.
"Don't be afraid, I'm sorry to bother you."
He was obviously seriously injured, his face was pale due to excessive blood loss, and he could fall into a coma at any time.
But he still looked apologetic and apologized for causing trouble to the doctor.
The soldier was a man from eastern Shandong. He looked a little immature, with a dark complexion and clear eyes. When he grinned, his mouth was full of blood foam.
Lin Wanjun felt like there was something stuck in her throat and she couldn't utter a single word.
She just half-knelt on the ground, concentrating on stopping the bleeding of the young soldier to prevent him from suffering hemorrhagic shock.
Zhao Yajun looked at the broken leg and his voice became hoarse.
"Little brother, the next treatment may be a bit painful, please bear with it."
The little soldier still grinned.
"What's this little pain? So many of our brothers died, they were blown to pieces, and they didn't even cry out in pain. Who am I to cry out in pain?"
How can it not hurt if you break a leg?
Lin Wanjun couldn't bear to see the little soldier endure such pain. She no longer cared about being exposed and took out a few anesthetics from her bag.
"Nurse Hong, please give him an injection."
Zhao Yajun originally felt regretful for not having any anesthetics. If he had known that he would encounter such a thing, he would have brought some emergency medicines even if he had violated the rules and been punished.
But now, Lin Wanjun just took out controlled narcotic drugs from her bag, and there were even more than one.
"My aunt gave it to me."
As usual, Lin Wanjun used Yang Jingru to block the bullet. While helping Hong Rong anesthetize the soldier, she explained to Zhao Yajun.
Zhao Yajun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
"She has always been like this, proud, willful, and unruly."
But isn't the one he loves deeply the unruly Yang Jingru?
With anesthetics, the rest of the process will be easy.
The soldier fell into a deep sleep under the effect of anesthetics, and Lin Wanjun and Zhao Yajun cooperated in an orderly manner to stop the bleeding of the wounded.
Suddenly, the car shook violently and the explosion was so loud that Lin Wanjun started to have tinnitus and severe headache.
But her hands were still very steady, and the hand holding the scalpel did not shake at all, as if she was unaware of the situation outside.
Song Zhanjin jumped into the car and said in a deep voice, "We have to leave here immediately. The road conditions are very bad, so...is it okay?"
Performing surgery under severe bumps is definitely the biggest test for Zhao Yajun and Lin Wanjun.
Whether you can or not, you have to accept this environment.
Lin Wanjun looked at Zhao Yajun, only to see Zhao Yajun hesitate for a few seconds before nodding firmly.
"Sure, no problem."
Song Zhanjin breathed a sigh of relief. With his command, the truck started and slowly moved forward amidst violent bumps and the constant attack of artillery fire.
This undoubtedly increases the difficulty of the operation.
But Zhao Yajun and Lin Wanjun had no way to retreat. They tried hard to maintain stability, and sutured the wounds of the wounded bit by bit amid the roar of artillery fire and the bumps of the truck.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of gunfire gradually faded away. When the car stopped, Lin Wanjun and Zhao Yajun had just finished sewing the last stitch.
"Doctor Zhao! Xiaolin!"
Gan Ping and others jumped into the car, surrounded the wounded and checked their condition.
Someone took over the injured person, and Lin Wanjun's tense body finally relaxed.
She wanted to stand up and move her numb body, but her legs seemed to be out of control and she couldn't move at all, so she just remained kneeling.
Zhao Yajun is not much better.
He had been lying down to stitch up his wound. When he tried to sit up, his body ached as if his tendons and bones were being pulled out. He broke out in a cold sweat at the slightest movement.
People hurriedly carried Lin Wanjun and Zhao Yajun out of the car, and a nurse helped them massage their stiff muscles to relieve the pain.
Others took over their work and continued to treat the seriously injured.
At some point, Song Zhanjin squatted beside Lin Wanjun and gently massaged her cramped calf.
"What are you looking at me for?"
When Lin Wanjun looked up, she saw Song Zhanjin gazing at her affectionately, his eyes filled with deep love.
"Junjun, even though this isn't the first time I've seen you save someone, I'm still shocked. And when I think about you being my wife, I feel incredibly proud."
His wife was not the clinging dodder, but the climbing trumpet creeper.
She looked weak but was extremely powerful, like the scorching sun, shining into his heart.
Feeling uncomfortable being stared at by Song Zhanjin, Lin Wanjun couldn't help but curse, "Are you sick?"
She didn't have time to talk about romance right now; she was more concerned about whether the wounded man could survive...
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