Pinduoduo connects the past and present; the wildest young commander and his entire army help me bar

dugout.

Thick sandbags completely blocked the entrance, blocking out most of the buzzing fighter jets. Dim kerosene lamps lit up one by one, illuminating the makeshift operating room.

"Quickly clear out the operating table!"

"Don't aggravate the young marshal's wound!"

"Anesthesiologist, get ready!"

"Disinfect the scalpel!"

With everything prepared, Xing Xingwen put on a sterile gown, picked up a scalpel, and began the methodical suturing procedure.

"Click," the surgical sutures were cut, and Xing Xingwen, who was engrossed in the surgery, suddenly looked up.

Lieutenant Zhang couldn't wait to break through the wall of nurses surrounding them, his eyes filled with anticipation: "How is it? Is the young marshal saved after the surgery?!"

Xing Xingwen was jolted back to the harsh reality after the surgery, his heart aching incessantly.

"If the young marshal can get through these few days, his chances of survival are very high. It would be best if he had penicillin, and we need more penicillin to help him get through this difficult time."

Xing Xingwen originally intended to stay, but more people were injured and more surgeries awaited him.

Qin Lizhi was moved to the cleanest corner of the air-raid shelter. His tall and sturdy figure was covered with a cotton quilt, and the deep facial contours were reflected under the kerosene lamp.

The light flowed like water along his resolute lines. His handsome face was as pale as paper, and his lips were dry with layers of peeling skin. Deputy Chen lay drowsy by the bedside, his head nodding slightly like a chick pecking at rice.

Until I heard the guards shouting.

"Oh no! The young marshal has a fever! His face is burning red!"

At the same time, the patients who had just undergone surgery in the same room were all awakened! Their faces were flushed, and their eyes had lost their luster due to the fever.

Zhang's heart leaped into his throat, and he stood up to feel Qin Lizhi's forehead.

The scalding heat to his touch made him gasp!

"Go quickly and get a doctor!"

"If anything happens to the young marshal, I will make everyone pay with their lives!"

The footsteps beside the bed were hurried and getting closer.

Xing Xingwen was practically carried over by two guards, his feet barely touching the ground. After checking on Qin Lizhi's condition, a profound sadness and helplessness welled up in his chest.

He closed his eyes, his expression heavy with sorrow, and said, "Penicillin!"

"Lieutenant Chen, the young marshal needs penicillin, otherwise he won't make it through the night!"

Since joining the field hospital, Xing Xingwen has witnessed countless deaths, watching as vibrant soldiers, even friends and brothers, lay down, wounded, festering, infected, and dying.

But never before had he hated himself so much.

The name Qin Lizhi carries immense significance. If Qin Lizhi were to disappear, the entire city of Jincheng behind them would be destroyed! Qin Lizhi was hailed as a king of soldiers by the people! He was a living bodhisattva who led countless people out of their predicament! He was also the anchor of the Jinsan Brigade!

Anyone can die, but he cannot.

His unyielding spirit and the mere presence of him among the soldiers naturally inspired and boosted morale.

Once he's gone, the consequences are unimaginable.

"Lieutenant Zhang, where did you get the penicillin from before? Can you get some more? I, Xing Xingwen, am willing to give up everything I own to get penicillin!"

In his desperation, Xing Xingwen grabbed Zhang's arm with such force that it pierced through the bone.

Lieutenant Chen frowned and murmured something.

He can't exactly say that penicillin was traded with a camera, can he?

"Hahahaha, what's the use of money? Under the Japanese devils' encirclement and suppression, money is just a piece of waste paper. If this money could be exchanged for penicillin, that would be great, and it could save the lives of so many brothers in the operating room!"

"Lieutenant Zhang, you must have a way, right?"

Looking at Xing Xingwen's bloodshot eyes, which were filled with pain, Zhang's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word!

Xing Xingwen also realized that he had gone too crazy. His emotions cooled down inch by inch, his heart sank like a broken string, his arm slid off Zhang's arm, and his spine hunched over instantly, as if his energy had been sucked away out of thin air.

He staggered past Lieutenant Zhang, his eyes filled with nothing but sorrow.

What he saw was shocking: blood, bandages, the numb and painful faces of patients, and the dim yellow light of kerosene lamps that he trod through with uneven steps.

Seeing Xing Xingwen's dejected appearance, Zhang, the adjutant, couldn't help but shout, "Dr. Xing, can't you think of another way?"

Xing Xingwen was shocked.

He turned to the nurse beside him and said, "Go give what I hid in the medical kit to Lieutenant Chen."

A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in Lieutenant Chen's eyes!

"Dr. Xing, you must have left behind a dose of penicillin, right?"

Xing Xingwen was shocked.

Blood and tears gradually welled up in his crimson eyes!

Do not!

Qin Lizhi had forced the young soldier to use the last dose of penicillin.

That young soldier was unfortunately killed in the air raid just now!

This damned, cannibalistic world! Those damned Japanese devils deserve to die a thousand times over!

Lieutenant Chen couldn't help but squeeze Qin Lizhi's burning hot hand tightly, his eyes filled with wild joy. He knew that the young marshal was lucky and would definitely be able to escape from the dead end!

"Young Marshal! That's wonderful!"

"You'll pull through, won't you?"

The nurse quickly brought the contents of the medical kit to Lieutenant Zhang. When Lieutenant Zhang looked down, what he saw was not penicillin at all, but a box of small gold ingots!

The adjutant's heart, which had been filled with ecstatic joy, plummeted to the bottom!

My eyes are bloodshot!

"What does Dr. Xing mean by this?!"

The nurse trembled with fright and explained with a pale face, "Dr. Xing said this is all his possessions, and he's willing to give it to Lieutenant Chen for free. As long as Lieutenant Chen can get his hands on penicillin, all this gold is yours!"

Lieutenant Zhang gritted his teeth!

If he could get his hands on penicillin, would he need to be so humble?

As Qin Lizhi's handsome face burned with fever, growing ever redder and redder, almost exceeding the limits of human endurance, a profound and silent sorrow silently overwhelmed Deputy Chen's heart.

His rough, large hands gripped Qin Lizhi's pale, powerless hands tightly and helplessly!

"Young Marshal, please, open your eyes and take a look!"

"You endured unyielding treatment on the battlefield, your unwavering spirit winning the hearts of countless brothers!"

"Brothers respect and love you, and the Jinsan Brigade is counting on you. Those damned Japanese devils are despicable; they used a sneak attack, and that's how we fell into their trap. Reinforcements are on their way. As long as you hold on, we brothers will charge out together and beat those damned Japanese devils to a pulp!"

"Young Marshal!"

"Open your eyes and look! This dilapidated world is counting on you to save it!"

"You absolutely mustn't abandon me—"

Just as Lieutenant Zheng was immersed in grief and unable to extricate himself, the rectangular "camera" he had kicked into his pocket suddenly moved, and things started falling out of his pocket with a clattering sound!

Lieutenant Zhang sniffed, his eyes red, and when he looked at what was on the ground, his eyes widened in shock!

This……

Isn't this penicillin?

Great! The young marshal is saved!