Wearing dramas starts from Changjin Lake

Chapter 28 To Tan Ziwei for Surgery (to Brag)
The hiding place that Jiulian found was a natural cave on the mountainside.

The cave is big enough to hold more than 100 people.

Outside the cave, there are four thick and long concrete pipes. I don't know how long they are, but they lead all the way down the mountain anyway.

These four pipelines are diversion culverts, connecting Changjin Lake to the reservoir of the power station at the foot of the mountain.

The Shuimen Bridge is built between the two mountains, with four water diversion culverts running through the bottom, and connected to the road above, forming a driveway bridge that can pass.

in the cave.

Yu Congrong, Wu Wanli, and Gao Fei are bandaging Hong Shaofeng, the company commander of the Ninth Company.

His right leg was wounded by enemy shells, and it was covered in blood and flesh from the root of the thigh down, and the wound continued to ooze blood.

Wu Wanli used two bandages, but they couldn't stop the bleeding at all.

"Ninth Company...Second Squad...are they withdrawing...withdrawing...have they come?" Hong Shaofeng asked extremely weakly with his right hand trembling.

Yu Congrong replied: "Don't worry, we have already withdrawn."

Gao Fei looked at Hong Shaofeng's pale face from the side, knowing that due to excessive blood loss, it was hopeless.

He took out a morphine and gave him a shot. He hoped that Hong Shaofeng's departure would not be too painful.

Wu Wanli took out another piece of gauze and continued to bandage it, his hands were already stained red with blood.

Yu Congrong saw that Hong Shaofeng slowly closed his eyes after hearing that the second squad had withdrawn safely.

Wu Wanli didn't know that Hong Shaofeng had died, and he was still trying to save him.

"Don't use it! Save the gauze for those who can save it!" Yu Congrong snatched the gauze from Wu Wanli's hand.

Wu Wanli looked unwillingly at Hong Shaofeng who had closed his eyes and fell asleep, his eyes turned red instantly.

Gao Fei clenched his fists hard, he only hated that he came too late, he only hated that he was not a doctor, and he only hated that he didn't have the super power to bring the dead back to life.

Just then, there was a ding.

The voice of the system suddenly sounded: "The system has detected that the host is very eager to save people, and now presents the host with a medical technology."

In an instant, Gao Fei felt a headache, and he had more medical knowledge in his mind, including injections, infusions, surgery, sutures and other medical skills.

Tan Ziwei was lying on a stretcher weakly, his injury was no secret, everyone knew about it.

When Mei Sheng checked his wound, he couldn't help but gasped.

The wound was too big, about the size of a fist. According to visual estimation, a sharp stone passed through his left abdomen, directly penetrated his body, and then flew out from his back.

"The wound is too large and needs to be stitched up."

This is a conclusion drawn by Mei Sheng.

The key issue is that the health workers of the Ninth Company and the Seventh Company were all sacrificed.

This is not a rear hospital, there are no doctors, and there is a lack of medical equipment. How do you do surgery?
"Why don't you let me try?"

Gao Fei walked over with a medical kit. Although he hadn't had surgery, but now that he has this skill, he really wants to try it.

He wants to save Tanzi from life!

A group of people looked at him, and the people of the Seventh Company knew that the medical box was seized last time, and Gao Fei kept carrying it on his back, so he acted as the "health worker" of the Seventh Company.

"Gao Fei, don't make trouble." Wu Wanli advised him.

"Surgery is not a joke." Yu Congrong also persuaded.

Mei Sheng said: "Although we have seized a lot of medicines before, don't waste them."

Because they all knew that Gao Fei, the health worker, was a temporary replacement.To put it bluntly, it means nothing.

Hearing their conversation, Tan Ziwei already understood that Gao Fei was actually a "counterfeit".

He calmly took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, distributed one to Wu Qianli, stuffed one into his mouth, and threw the remaining cigarettes together with the case to Yang Wenjian, a soldier of the Ninth Company.

Needless to say, Yang Wenjian knew that the battalion commander asked him to distribute the draws to the soldiers of the seventh and ninth companies.

Those who know how to smoke, each of them lit one.

Tan Ziwei took a puff of cigarette slowly, looked at Gao Fei and said, "No need, I know my own injury."

"That was before, now I want to try."

Gao Fei opened the medical box and took out gauze, bandages, cotton, tweezers, gloves, needle and thread, and a small bottle of alcohol.

Tan Ziwei took another puff of cigarette: "There is not much time, I need to discuss with you Seventh Company about the next task of bombing the bridge."

"This can wait until after the surgery."

Gao Fei refused to listen, and took the scissors to cut Tan Ziwei's cotton coat.

Tan Ziwei's face suddenly became serious, and at the same time he grabbed Gao Fei's hand, not letting him continue.

Because he was afraid that the operation would make him fall asleep, so that the rest of the work could not be handed over. "Don't be busy, let me use the remaining time to explain everything that needs to be handed over to you."

"You talk, I do it, there is no delay." Gao Fei said.

Wu Qianli didn't know why Gao Fei insisted on performing an operation on Tan Ziwei, but if a dead horse is a living doctor, he can save him of course.

"Old Tan, let him treat your wound first. During the treatment, you can also talk, can't you?"

Now that Wu Qianli has spoken, Tan Ziwei no longer refuses.

Gao Fei quickly cleaned the cotton coat around the wound with scissors, then took out a shot of morphine and injected it.

Tan Ziwei turned his head and looked at Yang Wenjian: "Yang Wenjian, please tell me about the incident of the Jiulian bridge bombing last night."

Yang Wenjian nodded and said: "Our battalion commander still adopts the old method of attacking from the east and attacking the west, asking the second platoon to conduct a feint attack from the side of the bridge north, pull the gun line, block the hole of the gun, suppress heavy firepower, and distract the enemy's attention.

On the bridge deck, one platoon, under the cover of the third and fourth platoons, pretended to be wounded U.S. soldiers and infiltrated the bridge deck.

But it was discovered when it was 50 meters away from the bridge deck. A soldier in a row braved the enemy's artillery fire to send the explosive package to the bridgehead, but in the end he himself fell under the enemy's gunpoint.

The battalion commander seized the opportunity and fired a rocket from the bazooka, which ignited the explosive pack on the bridgehead.

But the amount of gunpowder was not enough, and only a small gap was blown out of the cement bridge. At this moment, a stone from the explosion flew towards the battalion commander at a high speed and shot him in the abdomen. "

Listening to Yang Wenjian's description, everyone in the Seventh Company knew how brutal the battle last night was.

"I'm sorry, the operation failed, Jiulian did not complete the task of blowing up the bridge."

Yang Wenjian lowered his head, looking guilty.

Tan Ziwei took a puff of cigarette, because he just took morphine, the wound could no longer feel pain, and asked, "How many people are left in Jiulian?"

"Battalion Commander, plus you, 23, Li Yongsheng went to investigate and hasn't come back yet, so it's not counted."

Tan Ziwei nodded his head, expressing that he understood, nothing could be seen on his face, but his heart was bleeding!

With one company, there is less than one platoon left in one night!

Gao Fei raised his head and took a look at Tan Ziwei, seeing that he quickly recovered his usual composure, and then quickly cut the knife, cleaned the wound, and then disinfected it with alcohol. As for the stitching, it was similar to sewing clothes, and finally used cotton and gauze for hemostasis.

Because the movements were not skilled enough, the operation took a long time, and the high concentration of energy made Gao Fei's forehead seep a fine layer of sweat.

The suturing operation sounds simple, but in fact it is not easy at all, because a stone pierces the intestine and breaks the stomach, and the broken intestine must be connected.

This undead hero, like made of steel, has reached a height beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Tan Ziwei looked calm, and while performing the operation, he said: "Although there is less than one platoon left in the Ninth Company, the task of blowing up the bridge must continue. Only by blowing up the bridge can the enemy's retreat be cut off!"

At this time, a soldier hurried in from the outside.

Yang Wenjian said: "Battle Commander, it is Li Yongsheng who has returned."

Panting heavily, Li Yongsheng took out a map from his pocket and spread it in front of Tan Ziwei, and said hoarsely, "Battle Commander, I figured everything out."

"Here is the heart!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the map.

Mei Sheng saw the place he was pointing at, and it showed on the map that it was the center of the Shuimen Bridge. It was a big house.

He quickly understood, and said in surprise, "You want to hit the US military headquarters?"

Tan Ziwei didn't answer, but instead asked: "The gun is too cold to open, the person is too cold to stand up, ten dynamite packs and two bazookas, what do you think, how is this battle going to be fought?"

What he said is the truth, this is the real situation of Jiulian.

"Fight as you want." Yu Congrong said.

Qilian is now different from before and Jiulian, so Yu Congrong is more confident: "Just rely on this, rely on the guy in our hands!"

Of course, Tan Ziwei saw Qilian's equipment, and he was completely different from Jiulian. "Where did these equipment come from? How could they be so fat?"

Mei Sheng said bluntly: "All of them were captured."

Tan Ziwei didn't believe it at all, because the equipment was so new: "Did you rob the ammunition depot of the First Marine Division?"

Yu Congrong said: "No, how could it be possible. We just robbed the warehouse of a British-American mixed team."

(End of this chapter)