Bright Sword: Japs, times have changed

Duan Peng's condition was not optimistic. One of the bullets grazed his heart, but fortunately it was a penetrating wound and the bullet did not remain in his body.

The real cause of his massive internal bleeding was the bullet stuck in his chest cavity. One of the bullets hit a blood vessel. After it was taken out, the blood vessel was like a faucet that was turned on.

When drawing blood, Zhao Yulin told Lin Qiang that fortunately, the team members carried him back on a stretcher when they returned, and lying flat did not cause the bullet to deviate.

Otherwise, Duan Peng would most likely be sacrificed along the way.

Moreover, the teammates' battlefield first aid was very professional, and they stabilized Duan Peng's injuries in the first time and prevented him from bleeding too much.

Otherwise, the bullet would end up remaining in his body.

Because removing the bullet would cause heavy bleeding, and if Duan Peng had already lost too much blood and there was not enough blood support in his body, Dr. Zhang would not be sure if it was removed rashly.

You should know that Dr. Zhang and the doctors in the hospital became doctors through rewards given by the system.

In this era, it is not an exaggeration to call them masters.

Even with sufficiently advanced medical equipment and a good operating environment, Dr. Zhang still found it difficult to handle. This shows what the consequences would be if it really happened.

Fortunately, everything did not develop in the worst direction, and Duan Peng is not in danger of life for the time being.

If that were the case, Lin Qiang would not allow himself to take the risk. The living Duan Peng was more valuable than the sacrificed martyr.

Lin Qiang treats not only Duan Peng but all the soldiers in the independent battalion equally.

Even if Duan Peng is unable to continue to serve as the captain of the special forces team in the future, it would be a good idea for him to stay in the base and serve as an instructor, responsible for selecting members of the special forces team.

There is a huge gap between the two, but this is also a contribution to the anti-Japanese war.

In total, Lin Qiang had 800 ml of blood drawn. Due to excessive blood loss, his face turned pale and he even felt dizzy.

Zhao Yuling felt a little distressed when she saw this. She took out a piece of cake from her pocket, tore off the candy wrapper, and put it to Lin Qiang's mouth.

"This is the red date cake my mother made. Eat it. It will be good for your recovery."

Lin Qiang didn't hesitate and ate the red date cake in Zhao Yulin's hand in one bite.

For some reason, Zhao Yulin's face suddenly turned red, and her shy look was adorable.

But Lin Qiang had not recovered yet. He was rubbing his temples with his hands and didn't notice Zhao Yuling's changes at all.

After calming down for a while, Lin Qiang looked up and asked, "Your mother's cooking skills are really good. This red date cake is really delicious."

When Zhao Yuling mentioned this, she looked particularly proud. She raised her chin slightly and said playfully, "Of course, I've been eating it since I was a child. I haven't gotten tired of it for all these years."

Red dates are not uncommon in this era, and what is rare is that they can be made into red date cakes.

And it’s not just an ordinary red date cake. Lin Qiang can taste that there is donkey-hide gelatin in it, but he doesn’t know if it’s made from donkey skin.

This is because the Zhao family is wealthy. Ordinary people don’t have the means to do this, not to mention that Zhao Yulin has been eating this way for nearly twenty years.

However, Lin Qiang was very curious about why Zhao Yulin loved to eat this thing. Given her family background and the fact that she was an only child, even if she wanted to eat bear paws, Zhao He would have to organize a team to go hunting overnight.

"I didn't expect Miss Zhao to love this red date cake. I thought you only ate delicacies from land and sea when you were a child."

Hearing Lin Qiang's teasing, Zhao Yuling felt a little depressed and said, "My mother said that I was not born full-term, so I was born with insufficient Qi and blood. That's why I have been eating red date cakes since I was a child."

"Let me tell you, when I was little, I was naughty and didn't like to drink the Chinese medicine for replenishing qi and blood. In order to hide my mother's bad complexion, I stole her rouge and powder and put it on my face. Although I was eventually found out, my father was so angry that he made me bend over on a stool and spanked me."

Zhao Yuling pouted and subconsciously reached her hands behind her, as if the pain from being beaten had never gone away.

"So your mother invented donkey hide gelatin and red date cake just for you?"

Lin Qiang smacked his lips with a feeling of being unsatisfied. It was truly a hundred times more delicious than those messy technological foods of later generations.

"whee."

Zhao Yuling, like a child who had never grown up, stuck out her pink tongue and said, "I haven't told anyone about this. You can't spread it!"

"In exchange, I'll give you red date cake tomorrow."

Lin Qiang smiled and nodded to indicate that he would not tell anyone.

At this moment, the door of the operating room was pushed open, and a nurse came out and shouted, "Xiao Zhao, the patient's condition has not stabilized yet. He needs to continue to receive blood transfusions. 800 milliliters is not enough!"

This news made Lin Qiang frown. He was not worried about the blood problem, but about Duan Peng.

If more than 400 ml of blood is drawn at one time, it will cause some adverse reactions.

Lin Qiang has already drawn 800 ml of fluid and is already experiencing symptoms such as dizziness and pale face. If he continues to draw fluid, it is very likely to cause more serious consequences.

But now he couldn't care less. He lifted up his other sleeve, put his hand on the table and said, "Hurry, keep smoking!"

"Can't!"

Zhao Yuling shook her head like a rattle and refused to continue drawing blood.

Helpless, Lin Qiang had to do it himself, but was still stopped by Zhao Yuling.

"Platoon Leader Lin, you've already drawn 800 milliliters. If you draw any more, you'll die!"

Another nurse also advised: "Xiao Zhao is right, Platoon Leader Lin, you can only draw 200 milliliters of blood at most now, but this will not have any effect at all and will hurt your body!"

"Don't even mention Xiao Zhao forbidding you from continuing. Even if Doctor Zhang and the others come, they definitely won't allow you to continue. Your health is the most important thing. The people in our base area all need you to protect them."

Just then, the nurse in charge of testing the soldiers' blood pushed open the door and shouted, "Come and help! There are several comrades here whose blood types match!"

"coming!"

Zhao Yuling responded, turned to look at Lin Qiang, and said, "I'll go help first. Platoon Leader Lin, you take a good rest."

"Go."

After saying this, Lin Qiang lay down on the table to rest, his eyes looking at the closed door of the operating room, thinking that once the spy was found, he would make him live a life worse than death.

The more this happened, the less Lin Qiang wanted to use the Eye of Insight to find out the other party, because that would not be enough to satisfy him.

In another ward, a nurse was drawing blood from a soldier while nudging Zhao Yuling with her elbow.

"Xiao Zhao, tell me, how far have you and Platoon Leader Lin progressed?"

"Is there anything?"

Several soldiers in the ward were watching their surroundings with their eyes and ears, and were not listening to anything.

Temporary selective deafness.

"Oh, Sister Wang, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Zhao Yuling blushed and said delicately, "There's nothing going on between Platoon Leader Lin and me. Don't talk nonsense."

"Ouch!"

Sister Wang continued to tease, "If there's really nothing wrong, why are you blushing?"

Another nurse also joked, "Xiao Zhao, look at Platoon Leader Lin, he's almost glaring, and you still say you're not interested in him?"

Sister Wang is a typical northerner. She is straightforward and carefree in what she says and does.

"Xiao Zhao, let me be frank. Your sister Wang will be thirty in a few years. Once a woman reaches thirty, she's like crops in the autumn fields. If you don't harvest them, they'll rot in the ground."

"Since you said you're not interested in Platoon Leader Lin, I'll take action now. Don't let me accuse you of stealing your man later."

Sister Wang and the other girl were laughing happily, while Zhao Yuling blushed and lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

This was a tough situation for the three soldiers who were drawing blood. When the blood was about to overflow, the soldier said in a weak voice: "Three sisters, why don't you just pull it out?"

"It doesn't matter how much we draw, as long as we drain it dry. The main thing is not to waste it."

The three of them then hurriedly removed the blood bag and apologized repeatedly.

The three soldiers who left didn't know what they said to the soldiers behind them. The soldier who sat in front of Zhao Yuling rolled up his sleeves, placed his bronze arms on the table, and shouted in a muffled voice:

"Drain!"