Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Li Yunlong and Wang Meng and a few others rode on donkeys and headed in another direction instead of heading towards the independent regiment's base. Wang Meng asked curiously.

"Captain, where are we going?"

He snorted with anger and laughed cunningly.

"Hey, Lao Li never does business at a loss. How can we just seize two cars and two drivers for no reason?"

Ta-da-da, the little donkey made rhythmic hooves.

In less than half an hour, we arrived at the yard covered with gauze drying in the sun, the Eighth Route Army Field Hospital.

"Captain, do you want to see a doctor?"

"See a doctor? I'm in good health! Didn't you tell me that we were short of doctors? Let's invite a few back!"

Li Yunlong quietly poked his head into the yard, sneakily, and caught a nurse wearing a mask.

"Comrade, I want to ask you something. Who among you has the best medical skills?"

The nurse said this and walked hurriedly into the operating room.

"Doctor Ke Lihua, operating now."

Li Yunlong, Wang Meng and the other two squatted in the corner, waiting for Dr. Ke Lihua to fall into their trap and then "invite" him back.

"Captain Wang, if we are going to hire someone, we should hire the best. When the time comes, we can just ask them to train 70 to 80 doctors for us. Then we can set up our own medical team."

Wang Meng is of course happy to see this happen. Once the medical team is really set up, the special operations team and all the soldiers of the independent regiment will be able to benefit from it. With the medical supplies obtained from the system, unnecessary casualties will definitely be reduced to a minimum.

Moreover, if we can invite great experts and train a large number of doctors, it may be able to directly promote the development of the medical industry in China as a whole.

But can Li Yunlong get people to come back just by talking?

After waiting for three hours, with four people almost leaning against the wall, the surgeon walked out of the operating room with blood on his hands and whispered to the nurse about the things that needed attention.

Li Yunlong grabbed a passing nurse and pointed at the doctor who was wrapped tightly at the door of the operating room.

"Comrade, that is Doctor Ke Lihua Ke, right?"

"Ah."

After confirming, Li Yunlong, Wang Meng and the other two followed Doctor Ke into the changing room.

As soon as he entered, Li Yunlong closed the door.

Lin Shubing frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable. Did he really have to tie the person back?

Doctor Ke Lihua turned around, revealing a dark face, speaking unfluent Chinese.

"Who are you? Why did you close the door?"

Li Yunlong was dumbfounded. This Doctor Ke looked like a foreigner, but he had thought he was a Chinese. He thought that with the reputation of his independent regiment and his eloquent tongue, he would surely be able to fool people.

But Li Yunlong has no way to deal with this foreigner?

"Retreat! Go find one of our own."

When Wang Meng saw Dr. Ke Lihua, he thought of a person, an international communist fighter who came from India to support.

"Captain, wait!"

Wang Meng stepped forward and started communicating with Dr. Ke in English. Their expressions became more and more relaxed, and it seemed that there was hope.

Li Yunlong was completely confused as he couldn't understand the gibberish in English.

"Instructor, what are you two whispering about?"

"Captain, the deal is almost done. From what I heard from Doctor Ke, as long as Dean Jiang agrees, he is willing to go to the front line with us."

After chatting for about ten minutes, Wang Meng met with the three of them and briefly reported the situation.

Ke Lihua was an international friend who came from India to support the fight against the Japanese invaders. He had superb medical skills and could communicate with patients about their conditions in simple Chinese.

If we can invite Dr. Ke Lihua to the independent regiment, then the aforementioned treatment of soldiers and expansion of branches will not be a problem.

"Captain, I've already told him that he's willing to go with us to the frontline combat unit, but I'm afraid that Dean Jiang won't agree."

Jiang Yizhen was the director of the Bethune Hospital. He had never agreed to let such a valuable talent like Ke Lihua go to the field hospital, let alone to the front line.

"I'll go talk to Dean Jiang. If it doesn't work, I'll trade him for a machine gun!"

Li Yunlong walked to the dean's office with full confidence, but was kicked out by Dean Jiang before he had been inside for a minute.

"Get lost! What do I need your machine gun for in a hospital that saves the dying and the wounded? Are you going to use the machine gun to shoot the wounded? Don't even think about targeting Doctor Ke. If you continue to bother Doctor Ke, I will report you to the head of the headquarters!"

After Jiang Yizheng finished speaking, he picked up the phone and pretended to dial.

Li Yunlong's face darkened and he was a little angry, but he didn't dare to make the head of the headquarters angry. What if he was asked to operate the sewing machine again? Wouldn't that be more painful than killing him?

"If you don't want to change, then don't change. Why are you still trying to tell tales? I don't believe that I can't exchange ten machine guns for a doctor!"

"Go, go, go, go wherever you want to change!"

Just when several people were about to give up and go home, a nurse hurriedly found Dean Jiang and Doctor Ke.

"Director, Doctor Ke, this is bad. Several of the injured have started to have fevers."

Jiang Yizhen and Ke Lihua immediately entered the ward and stood beside the beds to observe secretly. As expected, the soldiers with wounds all developed fevers, and their wounds were infected and festered on a large scale.

Jiang Yizhen and Ke Lihua were both helpless. After all, the field hospital was short of doctors and medicines, and even more so of sulfonamides. Faced with this bacterial infection, they could only rely on themselves.

For some seriously injured soldiers, even with common antibiotics like sulfa, there is no way to save them from the hands of the devil.

"Alas, there is nothing we can do. Let's cool them down. We can only see if they can handle it."

Looking at those soldiers who broke their arms and legs on the battlefield without making a sound, and those lying on the hospital beds groaning with fever, Li Yunlong who followed him in also sighed.

Many soldiers did not lose their lives on the battlefield, but died in their hospital beds after leaving the battlefield.

"Let's go, let's go back and discuss it. If it doesn't work, Old Li will risk his reputation and go to the CEO to ask for Doctor Ke to be transferred here!"

Wang Meng thought for a moment and gently patted Li Yunlong's arm that was pulling him.

"Captain, I'll give it a try. Since you don't like the machine gun, I'll go and exchange it for something else. I don't believe that Dean Jiang doesn't want it."

"You? You still have treasure on you?"

After Li Yunlong finished speaking, he touched Wang Meng. Fortunately, Wang Meng reacted quickly and dodged it, otherwise it would have been disgraceful.

"Well, it's a good thing anyway, just wait and see!"

Wang Meng went out for a while and soon came back with a few small glass bottles and shook them at Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong looked at the bottle filled with white powder. Could it be that he could bribe Jiang Yizheng, a man with a sour face, with just this small bottle?