In the entire medical team, Gan Ping seems to be the least likely to sacrifice.
When everyone else was actively signing up to go to the front line to contribute to the country, only Gan Ping was greedy for money and took a fancy to the generous subsidies that only the medical team could get.
Zhao Yajun initially refused to let her register, thinking that she was not ideologically conscious enough. Gan Ping then made a big fuss and it was unknown how she managed to get a spot.
Along the way, when everyone was expressing their determination to set an example, Gan Ping curled her lips and looked disdainful.
"What's so hard to think about? Do you really want to die?"
"It's better to live a miserable life than to die. If you want to die, go ahead and die. I'm going to lose my life. I still have to go home to collect my allowance."
But now, the person who should least have been sacrificed has been sacrificed.
Song Mingcheng walked to the door of the ward and saw Lin Wanjun lying beside Gan Ping, her shoulders trembling. Her suppressed crying came from the crack in the door, making everyone feel heavy.
The soldier whom Gan Ping protected with his life has woken up.
He didn't cry when he went to the battlefield, he didn't cry when he was wounded, and he didn't even cry when he was woken up by the pain due to insufficient anesthetic during surgery.
He knew he was a soldier, and he knew his duty was to protect the people.
But now, the people are guarding him with their lives.
A sister named Gan Ping stepped forward when danger came, using her weak body and fragile flesh as a shield.
He lived, she died.
The soldier's tears rolled down, drops falling into Gan Ping's palm.
"Once we win the battle, I will definitely find Dr. Gan Ping's family and take good care of them for her."
Lin Wanjun raised her head with tears in her eyes.
"No, Sister Gan Ping left a last will and testament before she died. She told you not to take on any debts and not to blame yourself for her death. This has nothing to do with you."
"She told you to take good care of yourself and recover quickly to return to the battlefield. She said you must win."
After wiping away her tears, Lin Wanjun looked at Song Zhanjin at the door.
"I want to give Sister Gan Ping a bath and sew up her wounds. I want her to leave feeling whole and refreshed."
Song Zhanjin nodded in agreement.
There is a body washing platform near the field hospital. The water there is clear and cool, and there are birds singing and flowers blooming. Gan Ping will definitely like it.
So several soldiers put Gan Ping on a stretcher and carried the stretcher to the body washing platform in a solemn atmosphere.
The soldiers who were cleaning the remains of the martyrs at the washing station had already received the news in advance that the deceased female doctor was coming to the washing station to clean the remains.
They cleaned the big rocks in advance, washed off the stains on them, and surrounded them with white cloth to form a relatively closed space.
Soon, Gan Ping was carried onto the body-washing table.
All the male comrades stepped out and stood outside with their backs to the white cloth, as if silently guarding Gan Ping.
Lin Wanjun and several female doctors stripped off Gan Ping's blood-stained clothes, letting the clear and gentle water flow slowly over Gan Ping's body.
The blood and stains were washed away by the water, and Gan Ping's soft hair swayed gently in the water.
After washing Gan Ping's body, Lin Wanjun and other doctors took out the surgical needles and sutures for suturing the wound and began to suture Gan Ping's wound carefully.
This is destined to be a special operation.
The doctors' hands that save lives have sutured many wounds and saved many wounded people. Every time they suture, they are full of hope.
Only this time...
There is no anesthesia, so there is no need to worry about the patient waking up in the middle of the procedure.
In other words, they hope that medical accidents will occur, and that patients will wake up during the operation, point at their noses and call them quacks.
How great would it be if the pain could stimulate Gan Ping to wake up?
Gan Ping's waist and abdomen were covered with bloody wounds. Lin Wanjun sewed them up carefully and gently, for fear of hurting Gan Ping.
After the wound was sutured, Lin Wanjun took out the clothes she had prepared in advance, dressed Gan Ping carefully, and combed every strand of her hair.
Several soldiers picked a handful of wild flowers from nearby, and the colorful flowers stretched out in the wind.
Lin Wanjun picked up a few wild flowers and pinned them in Gan Ping's hair, and then placed the rest of the wild flowers next to her.
After doing this, a soldier lifted the stretcher and carried Gan Ping to the incinerator.
The body cannot be transported back to the hometown, so it can only be cremated and the ashes sent to relatives.
Gan Ping, who was still alive a few hours ago, turned into a handful of ashes in the raging fire and was placed in a small box a few hours later.
She will eventually turn into spring breeze and drizzle, and bright sunshine, and stay in southern Xinjiang forever.
When it got dark, Zhao Yajun and others also rushed back.
Looking at the small box in Lin Wanjun's arms, it still had some residual warmth.
Everyone was silent and just bowed and said goodbye to their most beloved and respected colleagues and comrades.
Gan Ping used her life to practice the true meaning of a doctor saving lives and healing the wounded.
That night, the field hospital was still as busy as usual, but the atmosphere was particularly heavy.
Everyone was busy and methodical, and only when they took a break could they look back at the small room where Gan Ping's ashes were placed...
The enemy's despicable behavior completely enraged our army, and Gan Ping's sacrifice further ignited the anger in the hearts of the soldiers.
Our side, which had previously been mainly defensive, began a large-scale offensive. The soldiers charged forward and shouted, forcing the enemy to retreat in disgrace.
They thought that the reason why the soldiers fought so hard was because our army increased their allowances and gave the soldiers financial benefits that they could not refuse and were willing to fight for their lives.
Those beasts who are not worthy of being human beings have no idea what huge impact the death of a female doctor has brought.
In a sense, Gan Ping's death even affected the war in southern Xinjiang.
As the war intensified, the number of injured people increased dramatically. Lin Wanjun worked day and night to save people. In just half a month, she lost a lot of weight.
Finally, good news came from the front line.
Our army not only recaptured the high ground that had been lost before, but also occupied the key high ground that the enemy had defended for months, and even destroyed the enemy's artillery positions.
As the battle situation changed, the enemy and our side started a new round of negotiations, the exchange of fire was suspended, and the medical team members could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
On the 21st day after Gan Ping's sacrifice, according to local customs, 37 paper money should be burned.
That afternoon, the comrades of the medical team took paper money bought from the local area and went to the place where Gan Ping's ashes were temporarily stored to burn paper money for her.
Even though the conditions were simple, everyone still prepared a few tributes, including Gan Ping's favorite snacks and Gan Ping's favorite fruits, and placed them on plates and on the ground.
The afternoon sun was gentle and lingering. Lin Wanjun squatted on the ground and threw paper money into the fire one by one.
"Sister Gan Ping, are you doing well over there? We all miss you so much."
"The wounded soldier you risked your life to protect has fully recovered. He returned to the battlefield yesterday. He said he was determined to win this battle and wanted you to rest in peace."
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The flames made Lin Wanjun's face red.
A gust of wind came from somewhere, swirling around the flames, and the ashes of paper money swirled in the wind and floated towards somewhere.
Lin Wanjun watched and continued to throw the paper money in her hand into the fire.
On the side, Zhao Yajun was also throwing paper money into the fire. He sighed silently, feeling very uncomfortable.
Lin Wanjun asked softly, "Doctor Zhao, I heard that Sister Gan Ping's husband is coming to the front line to take her home, is that correct?"
Zhao Yajun nodded.
"Yes, the art troupe will come to the front lines tomorrow to offer condolences. Gan Ping's husband will be arriving with them."
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