Traveling through the Republic of China, I married a dead person

It turned out that this young man was Dr. Du, one of the persons in charge here.

He and another person in charge, Dr. Miao, are both junior students at the National Shanghai Medical College.

The nurses here are quite diverse, including junior and senior students from the medical school as well as students from other nursing schools.

Quite a number of people were like Su Bai and his friends, who volunteered to join in after seeing the rescue station here.

When they were organized to go to the front line a few days ago, there were only him and Dr. Miao, two juniors, with five or six freshman and sophomore juniors. Now there are more than 20 nurses in this yard.

"There are only two doctors, and we are so short of doctors!" Dr. Du was so excited when he knew Su Bai could perform the operation.

Su Bai couldn't help but laugh in his heart. Two third-year students dared to call themselves doctors?

This enthusiasm is absolutely worthy of respect.

Seeing that the wounded soldier had the shrapnel removed, a wounded soldier less than two meters away also shouted for a doctor. Su Bai and his companions came to the wounded soldier and took a look. They found that he was also hit by shrapnel.

While watching Su Bai and Wan Qili's operation, Dr. Du started talking about their rescue team.

It turned out that as soon as the war broke out, Shanghai Medical College organized several rescue teams to rush to the front line. He and Dr. Miao also signed up, but no one wanted them because the teachers only wanted senior students.

There was no other choice, so the two had to organize a small team on their own. When they arrived here, they found that St. Mary's Primary School was good. It was neither too far nor too close to the front line, and was very suitable.

According to Dr. Du's estimation, there are hundreds of rescue points of all sizes like St. Mary's Primary School, dozens of which are officially organized, and even more are rescue and emergency teams spontaneously organized by schools, hospitals and individuals.

Since their rescue team was spontaneously organized by students, they had neither unified material allocation from the government nor support from entrepreneurs and social organizations. Medicines were extremely scarce, and the alcohol and other disinfectants they used were stolen from the medical school laboratory.

Now, there is no more in the laboratory. Fortunately, they posted notices to collect medicines, and enthusiastic citizens kept sending them, but the quantities were very small and totally insufficient.

Su Bai didn't have the heart to suppress their enthusiasm, but Wan Qili was not polite at all: "How can you treat the wounded without even medicine? Physically stop the bleeding?"

Dr. Du said embarrassedly that this was the only way for now. Fortunately, yesterday the city government officials inspected and registered each first aid point and promised to distribute some disinfectants.

The St. Mary's Medical Team has also been designated as level three, and will come to list this courtyard tomorrow.

After listening to Dr. Du's story, Su Bai felt that the city government's arrangement was reasonable. Dividing various medical teams into three levels would facilitate management and treatment of the wounded.

Level 1 is capable of performing general surgical operations, which is basically the level of a field hospital.

Level 2 surgery can be used to perform some simple operations, such as removing bullets and shrapnel for lightly injured patients and suturing small wounds.

Level three is basically focused on nursing, and can deal with minor injuries such as bullet and shrapnel scratches, falls, etc. Most of the wounded soldiers sent here can return to the battlefield after a two-day rest.

By hanging up graded signs at each medical station, those who are carrying wounded soldiers to the front line won't have to run around.

Xu Tianyi said that this was an idea that the bureaucrats came up with on the spur of the moment. Once the war expanded, there would be chaos. As the front line moved forward or retreated, various rescue teams could not always stay in one place.

These rescue teams are not hospitals. They are the medical staff closest to the front line besides the medics, and are basically the front line.

If the attack is successful and the front line is pushed forward, a part of these rescue teams will inevitably need to follow forward. If the battle is not going well, it goes without saying that they all have to run to the rear.

Watching Wan Qili's skilled technique, Dr. Du sighed, "Which hospital are you from?"

"Don't ask!" Wan Qili answered in a confrontational manner while preparing for the suture.

"Can you still get your medicine?"

"What kind of medicine are these?"

“Can you get close to the effects of sulfa?”

Dr. Du asked a series of questions.

At this time, Su Bai and Wan Qili had completed the operation on the wounded soldier. They were a little worried looking at the wounded soldiers in the hospital. The three first aid kits they brought had more than half of the equipment in them. They had planned to explore the way today and then decide what to do next when they returned. They didn't expect that there would be so much to do right away.

Su Bai suddenly realized that he had almost gone astray. He went to the front line to justify the reputation of penicillin and erythromycin. He did this so that he could produce more medicines as quickly as possible and send them to the front line continuously. There were still eight years left in the war of resistance. Being able to produce medicines on a large scale was far more meaningful than being a second- or third-rate doctor.

Even if he brought all the people in his family to the front line, he wouldn't be able to save many wounded soldiers if he stayed up 24 hours a day.

If our medicine could meet the needs of anti-Japanese soldiers, then... it wouldn't be just a few hundred or a few thousand wounded soldiers that could be saved, but at least millions.

When I was in school, I heard from my teacher that, to a certain extent, the emergence of penicillin accelerated the process of victory in the anti-fascist struggle, because with the advent of penicillin, the number of troops killed and wounded was reduced exponentially.

Su Bai gritted his teeth and knew that he had to be ruthless. Medicine was the first and most urgent thing. On the premise of maximizing the effect of the medicine, he had to free up his hands to treat the wounded instead of diving into the pile of wounded soldiers as a field doctor.

Wan Qili and Zi Yan can devote themselves to treating the wounded, while he can use this first aid station as a base and try to contact other first aid stations, especially those designated as level one and level two.

At this time, another garbage man, Doctor Miao, also ran over. He was also a young man in his twenties.

"You guys..." He pointed at Su Bai and the others: "New here? Welcome to join!"

A bit of a leadership posture.

"They..." Doctor Du said to him, "They have medicine."

"Really? That's great. Bring out any medicine you have. There's a patient over there who needs surgery!" said Doctor Miao.

Wan Qili started to scold again: "Many people here need surgery. The one you mentioned has a relatively minor injury. Is it suitable for you two at your level?"

Su Bai looked at Wan Qili. She was really mean, but what she said seemed to be right. There were many people who needed surgery, but Doctor Miao said that there happened to be one over there. Third-year medical students probably didn't have many internships, so it was right to do the simple ones first. This was also a responsible attitude towards the wounded.

If Xu Tianyi were to explain it, it would be simple. There are no such rules on the battlefield. An experienced veterinarian is a good doctor. As long as he is brave enough to do it, ordinary soldiers have to serve as doctors in emergency situations.

"I don't know what medicine they used. I haven't seen anything other than alcohol." Doctor Du picked up an empty penicillin bottle that Xu Tianyi had just used and handed it to Doctor Miao: "Have you seen it?"

"Pi, Pinicillin?" Dr. Miao turned the medicine bottle and struggled to spell out the English word on the label.

"It's penicillin." Su Bai told him the correct pronunciation.

Dr. Miao asked the same question as Dr. Du: "How about this drug? Can it partially replace sulfa drugs?"

Su Bai did not answer his question. He stood up slowly and said word by word: "I want to discuss something with you. Starting tomorrow, I will take over the St. Mary's Medical Station."