33 years of the Republic of China

(six)

Song Shimiao woke up under the double oppression of cold and hunger. She was lying on a kang that had been spread with dry straw. But the temperature is like October in Yan City, and the temperature is only a few degrees under the cold weather.

Fortunately, he didn't just lie down, and his upper body was still wearing someone's military uniform jacket.

Song Shimiao took a deep breath on his frozen hands, got up and went to the ground, the military jacket slipped off, revealing his blood-stained scrubs.

The house is not big, a kang and a table are all the furnishings, and there is a window near the door, which is the only source of light when the door is tightly closed.

Song Shimiao went to try to open the door, but it was locked. She patted it a few times, but before she could make a sound, she heard cursing outside the door: "Be quiet, why are you shooting nonsense! It's not time for dinner, you're starving to death."

When Song Shimiao heard it, before the other party finished speaking, he kicked the door hard, with such force that it hurt her terribly.Song Shimiao sat on the ground subconsciously holding his feet, the tears in his eyes could no longer be held back.

A few hours later, around noon, there was finally some movement outside the door, the chain slammed a few times, the door was opened, and a soldier in a shabby khaki military uniform came in with a bowl. He smashed the bowl on the table with a "bang 嘡", turned around and left.

Song Shimiao didn't even have a chance to make a sound, so after the door was locked again, he rubbed against the table dejectedly, and looked at the bowl again. Beef, shabby as hell.

In this way, only relying on a thin coat and a few small pieces of beef, Song Shimiao managed to survive another night under the sudden temperature change at night.

The next morning, the sound of the chain outside the door seemed to be ringing earlier, and Song Shimiao struggled to get up from the kang, feeling a little dizzy in his head.

"The chief of staff asked me to take this woman there. This matter must be kept secret, and I don't want a third person besides the two of you to know."

"Yes! Sir, please!"

Three people walked in from the outside, the leader was the officer she had seen in front of the "operating room".The officer only wore a white shirt. With a wave of his hand, the two soldiers behind him came to drag Song Shimiao.

"You..." Song Shimiao subconsciously wanted to hide, but the two soldiers stopped in front of her, waiting for the officer's order helplessly.

"My officer wants to see you. Please, lady." The officer made a gesture of invitation with a deadpan expression on his face. No matter how he looked at it, Song Shimiao felt that he had malicious intentions.

The officer walked in front, Song Shimiao wore a thin military coat, and stumbled behind him. The two soldiers who walked behind pushed her from time to time, telling her to hurry up, but Song Shimiao glared at her angrily. .

I approached a house with seven turns and eight turns. From the outside, it is the most common courtyard style in Chinese folk houses. The cornices and corners are quite ancient.

After entering the house, there were bed sheets and hemostatic gauze scattered in the air in the empty atrium. They should have been pure white, but now I don’t know how many times they have been used back and forth, and they have turned yellow and can’t be washed clean.

Under the eaves of the corridor, there were wounded soldiers in military uniforms walking slowly, with crutches, gauze tied to their heads, missing arms and legs, and mourning. Song Shimiao couldn't bear to look any further. She knew that these wounded soldiers could not be cured. Instead, it is trapped by medical equipment and technology, so it can only be reduced to this.

Then he followed the officer and walked in, and after turning around a hollow wall, his ears fell silent, all he could see was that the courtyard was tidied up, and there was a whistle at five steps under the eaves, facing the front of the hall, two guards stood guard. The soldiers didn't look sideways.

The officer led her straight in, followed by two soldiers who stopped after entering the courtyard.When passing the sentries, the soldiers stood at attention and saluted them, but the officers just returned the salute casually.

After entering the hall, the officer stood in front of the door and said in a deep voice, "Sir?"

There was a low coughing sound inside, and only a female voice said: "Come in."

The officer led Song Shimiao to continue walking inside.

In front of the small table in the inner room, a woman was leaning against the table, her shirt sleeves rolled up to her shoulders, and the doctor was changing her medicine.Song Shimiao subconsciously took a few steps forward, "It's best to lie still after the operation."

The room was originally quiet, except for the woman's coughing, Song Shimiao immediately focused on himself.

"It's only been about two days since the operation, and lying still is the best choice at this time." Song Shimiao could only explain to Pin Nuo Nuo.

The officer went to see the doctor, and the doctor nodded, "This one is right, but Chief Jiang insists..."

"Who is a doctor between you and Chief Jiang? Chief Jiang doesn't know why, don't you know?"

"Ru Ming." The woman scolded in a low voice, and the officer subconsciously stood at attention. "How many times have I told you that you should change your temper. I insisted on going to the ground, and it's none of his business."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the doctor, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, "Please continue."

Song Shimiao watched the doctor bandaging the woman. The technique was too rough in modern times. She endured a few times but still couldn't help it, "I'll do it."

The woman looked at Song Shimiao in surprise, and nodded before the officer spoke, "I'm sorry for your trouble."

"It should be." Song Shimiao replied, walked up and slowly removed the woman's bandage, and when the dressing could be seen, he asked, "Is the wound also a gunshot wound? What medicine did you use?"

"It was bayoneted." The woman replied.

Song Shimiao became nervous when he heard this: "Did the bayonet kill someone? What medicine did you use?"

The officer said contemptuously: "Of course the devil's bayonet has killed people, and it's not just a Chinese."

Song Shimiao ignored his sarcasm, and went to see the doctor nervously. The doctor said several names of medicines, including antitoxins and antibiotics. They were all medicines as precious as penicillin in this era. Song Shimiao took apart the dressing to check the wound. He breathed a sigh of relief when no necrotic tissue or the like was found in the three-inch long wound.

The doctor watched for a long time, and now he asked, "Are you worried about tetanus?"

Song Shimiao glanced at him in surprise, and the doctor said shyly, "I graduated from the Imperial University of Japan's medical school."

It turns out that Imperial University School of Medicine was the best medical school in Asia during World War II.In this way, although the doctor's technical means cannot keep up due to the limitations of the times and equipment, the theory is still advanced.

Song Shimiao nodded: "Yes, although I checked the wound just now, there is no factor that can induce tetanus, but because of the long incubation period and the limitation of sterilization factors, so I can't relax in the next two weeks. .”

Song Shimiao bandaged the wound while talking, but because she hadn't bandaged it for a long time, her movements were a little rusty, and she was not as good as an emergency doctor, and her hands were a little heavier. When she realized it, she immediately looked at the woman apologetically, and at the same time Take it easy.

The hostess watched Song Shimiao bandage the whole time, and when Song Shimiao hit him hardest, his breathing was only stagnant, and then he returned to normal.

Simply put, although they are unfamiliar, the previous skills are still there. After wrapping up, Song Shimiao even tied a bow tie for the woman maliciously.Seeing this, the woman only smiled lightly. The officer wanted to scold him, but of course she was pushed down by the woman. Song Shimiao raised his head and stuck out his tongue at the officer arrogantly.

When I lowered my head again, I felt my hand being held by the woman, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Song Shimiao was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the woman's hand, and the woman apologized again: "Yes, I was negligent for you to wear such a single piece. Ru Ming, go and get a set of my clothes, from top to bottom of."

The officer was confused: "Ah? Which one?"

The woman was taken aback by the question, and suddenly remembered that she was no longer in Nanjing. "Military uniform, tear off the rank."

"but……"

"Let you go."

"Yes!"

(Seven)

"Then." After the officer left, the woman immediately dismissed the doctor.When there were only the two of them left in the room, the woman supported the table with her hands, trying to stand up.

Song Shimiao frowned and pressed her down: "You'd better rest."

The woman gave her an innocent look, "I just want to lie back on the bed."

"I'll help you." Song Shimiao mingled with her from the side, using some ingenuity to keep her from being involved in the wound as much as possible, and moved back to the bed step by step.There was only one layer of mattress on the bed, and the quilt was also a thin layer.

"It's too cold, it's not good for the wound."

"Only these, this is already the thickest foreshadowing that Ru Ming can find."

The woman was half leaning on the bed, Song Shimiao covered her with a quilt and adjusted the pillow, "Be careful not to press on the wound."

"Thank you."

"It should." Song Shimiao said, pulling back the military uniform on his body, "Is this the officer's?"

"Ru Ming is five big and three rough, I hope he didn't neglect you during this time."

"There is no light in the house, there is only a layer of straw on the kang, and there are only a few small pieces of beef for two meals a day. I thank him for leaving me a coat."

"Although I'm sorry to treat you like this, but this is already the maximum that Ru Ming can give you."

"uh-huh."

Knowing that Song Shimiao was in a fit of anger, the woman didn't explain any more, coughed a few times, and asked, "Then, where did you come from?"

"China." Song Shimiao said angrily.

The woman smiled. It was supposed to be a very gentle and beautiful smile, but her face was pale, her lips were bloodless, and her smile was also pale, showing fragility. "It's the summer of the 33rd year of the Republic of China. What time is it in your place?"

The summer of the 33rd year of the Republic of China, [-] AD, the year before the victory of the Anti-Japanese War.

Song Shimiao had just arrived, and he could tell from the anti-Japanese drama he watched with his parents that the military uniform he was wearing was the clothes of the Kuomintang, and he could also tell from the simple medical equipment that this was China more than half a century ago.But now that he heard the exact time from the woman's mouth, Song Shimiao didn't know how to react.

That tragic history is not familiar to most people in modern times, and it is not even too much to hate it.Song Shimiao had said goodbye to history many years ago when he was in high school, and he still has very little memory of this period of history until now. The dragon veins and blood were annihilated in the artillery fire.

Too miserable, too sad, too painful, and too humiliating.

Song Shimiao didn't know how to answer, so he asked back in a daze, "How do you know I'm not from the Republic of China?"

The woman smiled slyly: "I saw it. It came out of nowhere and was dressed strangely. Are you from the future?"

"It was a hallucination. At that time, you lost too much blood and the blood supply to your brain was insufficient, so you had symptoms such as blurred vision, dizziness, and confusion."

"Well, it's true that he's dressed strangely. He claims to be from the Republic of China..."

"The clothes I wear are called brush hands. You already have this concept in this era, so it's not a strange dress." Song Shimiao couldn't help but interject.

The woman made an expression of "you see and I say", "Nowadays, the party-state is in decline, the country is in ruins, and the upper-level intrigues and party-related disputes are counterattacked only with the support of the US military. Few people will say that they are from the Republic of China."

Song Shimiao seemed to have discovered a new continent, "Hey, hey, you are from the Republic of China, so is your country really good?"

"Look, when you talked about the Republic of China, you used the word 'you'."

Song Shimiao: "..." So she was waiting for her here!

The woman calmed down: "So, where did you come from?"

Just as he was talking, there was a "report" outside the door, and the woman shook her head regretfully, "Come in."

The officer held his clothes and held a pair of military boots in one hand, walked in and stood at attention.

The woman said, "Try it and see if it fits."

Song Shimiao stood still, and the woman suddenly said, "You can go back and change."

Song Shimiao let out a "hmm", knowing that this was a tacit consent that he could go back, so he took the clothes from the officer and was about to go out.Unexpectedly, before the foot stepped out, the woman stopped her: "Wait."

Song Shimiao turned around: "Is there anything else?"

The woman said to the officer, "Go and clean up the room next door."

"But this courtyard is specially designed by the teacher..."

"If you are told to go, you will go. Why are you talking so much, are you the adjutant of the division seat or my adjutant?"

"You want to live with this unknown woman? You don't even know if she is a spy, if she wants to treat you..."

"She is a doctor, her hands are for saving people, not for killing."

The officer stood angrily and reluctantly stood at attention, "Yes!"

Before leaving, he gave Song Shimiao a hard look.

Song Shimiao: Meow meow?