With Pinxixi in hand, I have a supermarket in the Changzheng!

The refugees were like frightened sheep, staring at the stairs with fear in their eyes.

If this underground air-raid shelter is discovered by the enemy, they will be in trouble!

"Don't be afraid, folks, we are one family!"

A man who was walking down spoke up and shone a flashlight on his military uniform.

The light blue military uniforms show that they are one of our own.

There were large patches of blood on the shoulders and cuffs of his clothes, which was very scary.

Zheng Yi, who was guarding the stairs, stood up, shook hands with the man, and asked with concern.

"Comrade, how did you get here? What's the matter?"

The soldier held Zheng Yi's hand tightly with gratitude in his eyes.

"Comrade Chen Bai informed the organization about the air-raid shelter. The organization asked all wounded soldiers to seek shelter and recuperate in the nearest air-raid shelter. I'm sorry to bother you this time."

Although we were in an advantageous position in this battle, it was still inevitable that some people were shot and injured.

In the past, when someone was injured on the battlefield, we needed to find a way to send them out of the war zone and to a safe place for treatment.

I didn’t expect that there were so many air-raid shelters underground in Shanghai.

These wounded can be treated in different air-raid shelters nearby.

Hearing this, many refugees breathed a sigh of relief, as they knew they were not the enemy.

The stairs were already crowded with wounded people, and Zhou Yue felt pain at one glance.

These people were injured, and blood was dripping from their wounds, leaving a lot of bloodstains on the stairs.

Some of those injured were so badly that they couldn't even stand and had to be carried on others' shoulders.

There was almost no need for anyone to make any arrangements, everyone just got busy automatically.

"Everyone move inside and make more space!"

"Let's go! Let's get some buckets of water and wash their wounds!"

"Go get some more food to feed the soldiers!"

"..."

The refugees all helped actively with the work, some carried the wounded, some fetched water, and they were all busy together.

There were about seven or eight hundred wounded soldiers assigned to their air-raid shelter, and more than a dozen medical soldiers came with them.

This air-raid shelter was originally quite spacious, but after these people came, it seemed a bit cramped.

Many wounded soldiers cannot move and need to lie down to rest, which takes up even more space.

But the refugees did not complain at all, instead they kept busy.

"Oh my god! My arm is pierced, how painful it must be!"

An old lady who was helping nearby saw the wounded man's arm being shot through and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Oh! This wound is too deep. It's so hot in summer. Will it get infected?"

The uncle next to him had a frown on his face and looked worried.

In the summer, even a small wound can get infected, let alone a penetrating wound like this.

A medic expertly washed the wound and sprinkled medicinal powder on it.

"Don't worry, uncle. We have penicillin. This wound won't get infected if it's treated properly."

It was the first time that the old lady heard this word, and she scratched her head and asked.

"What is penicillin?"

The medic showed no impatience when asked, but raised the small black bottle in his hand.

"This is penicillin. It can save your life if you get shot!"

The old lady nodded as if she understood, barely realizing that this was a medicine.

Zhou Yue and Lin Xiuhua knew very well what it was; it was an antibiotic to fight infection.

In this era, penicillin is a rare and good thing.

This stuff is so expensive that a small bottle of Penicillin is worth a large yellow croaker!

Moreover, there is no domestic production at all, and everything depends on imports.

It can be said that money is easy to get, but medicine is hard to find!