33 years of the Republic of China

(Eight)

Song Shimiao's new residence is a side room in the courtyard, half smaller than the woman's room, but the windows are bright and clean, there is a bed, and the bedding and sheets are as good as the woman's cover. Song Shimiao is quite satisfied, knowing this It was a woman who deliberately set it up.

Early the next morning, Song Shimiao, who finally had a good night's sleep, was called out by the stinky officer who opened the door. Song Shimiao endured it, because he had given him clothes before, so he didn't explode: "Don't you Do you know you have to knock before entering a lady's room?"

"The military doctor said it's time to change the dressing, and wants you to check the wound." The officer sternly turned sideways to make way for the passage.

Song Shimiao closed his eyes and took a deep breath, opened his eyes and stomped his feet: "Your military doctor still depends on me."

In addition to the side room, go to the woman's room. The woman is still lying on the bed. After hearing the movement, she turned her head and smiled: "I'm sorry."

Smile, smile, you know how to laugh all day long, your pale smile is like a ghost.

Song Shimiao said in a bad tone, "Where are your military doctors?"

"The officer wants to check the wound, and the military doctor is inconvenient."

Then I'll be fine?

Song Shimiao rolled his eyes and turned around, "You go out too."

The officer didn't move, he looked down and stared at her, Song Shimiao said a little harder: "Where is your wound, sir, can you see it, you don't know?"

The officer took a few steps back and stood by the door, "I'll just stay here, and I can't see the officer's wound."

"Ru Ming." The woman said, "Go out, wait outside, close the door, and don't disturb the doctor."

When Song Shimiao heard it, he looked at the officer tremblingly, the officer jumped over her to look at the woman, and when the woman closed her eyes and nodded slightly, he reluctantly knocked on his heels, "Yes!"

The room was immediately clean, and Song Shimiao's mood improved a lot. Now she wants to hum a little tune for no reason.

The woman coughed and wanted to get up on the bed, "Then doctor, how can I cooperate with you?"

"Don't get up, just lie down." Song Shimiao hurried over to hold her down, "I said, you'd better lie down."

The medical equipment was placed aside, unexpectedly complete.Song Shimiao raised his eyebrows, let alone, this must have been ordered by the woman again, so careful, Song Shimiao changed his opinion of her a lot.

After doing his best to disinfect, Song Shimiao asked the woman to lift the quilt by herself. Underneath was a thin military-style shirt that was unbuttoned. The chest and abdomen were wrapped with gauze, which was almost covered with gauze.

It looked like there was more than one wound.The woman seemed to know what Song Shimiao was thinking, and said, "Except for what you did for me, the rest are just minor injuries, nothing serious."

"If it's not in the way, I'll only know if I look at it, and don't always belong to you, maybe I'm younger than you." Song Shimiao chose the nearest place to start, first removed the gauze on the abdomen, and inside was a The granulation tissue was about to fill up the knife wound, "The sutures are good, and your military doctor still has some merits. The stitches can be removed. Let your military doctor come over tomorrow morning."

"You are a doctor, and you are honorable with a scalpel to save people. You are no more than soldiers like us, who are worthless on the battlefield. What's more, you didn't say where you came from, nor did you tell me your name. I..."

"You are asking me in a different way, right?" Song Shimiao rolled up the sleeves of the woman's shirt and removed the gauze on her arm, "My name is Song Shimiao, and the place I came from is indeed the future, but how much After the next year, you can guess by yourself.” Then, his subordinates quickly changed the dressing and bandaged it again, “You have many stab wounds on your body, if you have muscle tension, difficulty in opening your mouth, stiff neck, etc., you must Tell me right away, this is no joke."

"Are the symptoms you mentioned tetanus?"

"Don't underestimate it. People, old Canadian experts who brought equipment and technology to aid China are all stuck in this. You have neither technology nor equipment. If you find out early, I can save your life if you break an arm or a leg. It's too late. Just wait to die."

The woman laughed, "I don't have these symptoms yet, if I do, I will tell you."

Song Shimiao's men kept removing the gauze, "It doesn't matter if you don't say anything, anyway, I'm not the one who died." The gauze was removed to the place close to the heart, which was the operation she performed on the other party on the first day of her visit.

The woman lowered her chin and followed her to see the injury, but Song Shimiao put his hand on her chin and returned to face the sky, "I said don't move, what should I do if the wound opens."

His movements were not gentle, but the woman followed her with a good temper.During the dressing change, the woman lay down and talked to her: "Speaking of which, Dr. Song, did you mean Comrade Bethune, the old Canadian expert you mentioned earlier? I remember that he was infected because his finger was cut by a scalpel. Turned to sepsis and sacrificed."

Song Shimiao slapped his hands, he didn't expect that what he said would be exposed in person, "Shut up, you talk a lot, I can't use a metaphor? You don't want anything in this age, why don't you allow me to complain? "

The woman laughed, "I have made you feel wronged."

Song Shimiao: Don't think that I can't understand you because you use an honorific title. You are mocking me.

Song Shimiao changed the dressing, and found difficulty in wrapping the gauze. The woman was lying down, and to remove the gauze, she just had to pull it out, but now she couldn't force it in.

The woman tries to ask, "Do I need to get up?"

"Don't, you've already pulled the wound before you went to the ground, don't use too much force these days." Song Shimiao held one end of the gauze in his hand, "I'll go under your body, you relax."

So Song Shimiao laboriously wrapped it round and round like this, and Song Shimiao was half dead from exhaustion, "Now I'm starting to worship the military doctor who bandaged you."

"It's a pity that I was still in a coma at the time, otherwise I could help you take a look."

"Then it's better for you to be in a coma, or the poor military doctor will be under a lot of pressure."

The woman didn't understand the following words, and uttered a single syllable in doubt. Song Shimiao ignored her, and straightened up after knotting the knot, "Okay, it's wrapped, I should go too. If you don't go, the black Officer Face should scold me again."

"You mean Ruming? His full name is Zhang Ruming. He's my adjutant. He's a nice guy, but he's a bit grumpy. This time I was injured and scared him..."

"Oh, you don't have to explain so much." Song Shimiao said, "What happened to him has nothing to do with me."

The woman was interrupted by Song Shimiao in the middle of her speech, and then stopped awkwardly. Song Shimiao realized that it was impolite, and shrugged apologetically, "I should really go."

Almost at the door, the woman called her: "Song Shimiao."

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

"You said your name, but you haven't asked me yet."

"Oh, you said."

"My name is Jiang Zhouge, remember it well."

Song Shimiao opened the door, and the sunlight from outside came in. She narrowed her eyes and replied, "Got it."

(nine)

In the next few days, Song Shimiao was called by the black-faced lieutenant Zhang Ruming early in the morning to see his commander's wound, and Jiang Zhouge left him to have dinner together at noon, and in the afternoon he followed the military doctor to the temporary hospital outside the yard for treatment. , can also be regarded as contributing one's own strength to the War of Resistance.

In fact, the real situation is that this was a private transaction between her and Zhang Ruming, because in order to protect her, the other party's chief swore his own life in front of the division commander and other senior officers. Strange civilians who were spies became medical relatives who returned from overseas.Zhang Ruming also looked at her contemptuously with the look of "flying on a branch and becoming a phoenix", "I think you probably don't know what blessing you have."

Song Shimiao disdains, Fu Lu, could it be that he is a relative of the emperor?Pull it down, die early in the morning!But it was true that Jiang Zhouge gave her a safe identity, so she didn't have to worry about being shot as a spy.

So she had to give Jiang Zhouge some face, and it just so happened that the field hospital was a good choice.

But things haven't been quite right lately.

Song Shimiao stopped the operation and shook his head at the military doctor, "Rescue is invalid, he died."

"Another one." The military doctor frowned, and there are already No. 11 today.

Song Shimiao removed the gauze from the body of the deceased and asked the soldiers to carry him away, "I put the gauze on the table, ask someone to wash it and dry it before using it..." He hesitated, "If it's really not possible, at least don't use it on light on the wounded."

The military doctor smiled wryly, "I know what you mean, you are right."

It is nothing more than trying not to infect the lightly injured patients.

Song Shimiao didn't dare to wait any longer, fearing that if he stayed for another second, he would break down and cry. "I should go see Chief Jiang, here you..."

"Go, let me carry it."

Song Shimiao stopped in a hurry, hesitated a little, and patted the military doctor on the shoulder. Before he could speak, another wounded soldier was brought in, and the military doctor immediately took the hastily sterilized surgical instruments.

In the courtyard of the temporary field hospital, there were several times more wounded soldiers. This was a sign of war, and the sound of rumbling artillery fire could even be heard in the distance.Two days ago, Song Shimiao was still trembling when he heard the sound of shells, but now he was able to remain motionless as if he was on the operating table.

Walking through the corridor and turning around the hollow wall, there were twice as many sentries in the courtyard where Jiang Zhouge and her lived.Song Shimiao was stopped in front of the courtyard, and the soldiers seemed to know her, and whispered: "The teacher's seat is in the chief of staff's room."

Song Shimiao frowned. She wanted to go back to the hospital after seeing Jiang Zhouge's wound, but it seemed that she came at the wrong time.She was about to leave, but the sound of something being smashed suddenly came from Jiang Zhouge's room.

The guard standing in front of the room immediately broke in with a gun. Jiang Zhouge and a man were standing in the room near the door. The sound just now was made when the chair was smashed to the ground. It seemed to be broken with great force. lost a leg.

Song Shimiao's eyebrows twitched, and before he could react, Jiang Zhouge coughed violently, covered the knife edge, his face was pale, and he cursed angrily, "Who told you to come in, get out!"

Song Shimiao has never seen Jiang Zhouge so irritable since the first time he came here. She always thought that Jiang Zhouge was a gentle and slow-tempered woman besides being a soldier.

The man waved at the guard, "It's okay, let's go out."

"Close the door." Jiang Zhouge added, coughing a few more times after speaking.

Song Shimiao took a few steps forward, and when the guard pointed his gun at her, he consciously raised his hand, "Mr. Jiang, you'd better check now..."

"I'm fine, it's none of your business here..."

"Come in."

Song Shimiao ignored Jiang Zhouge's words, squeezed into the room from under the guard's gunpoint, and closed the door smoothly.It was only when the room was dark that Song Shimiao realized what a stupid thing he had done. "Well, I'll check the wound for her, why don't you avoid it?"

"I said I'm fine." Jiang Zhouge's tone was hard, but it wasn't the rage just now, and her hard tone seemed to be a transition that had not been completely transformed after suppressing the rage.

The man turned his back, "Zhou Ge, be obedient, let the doctor check it carefully." As if coaxing a child, Song Shimiao raised his eyebrows, and took a clean instrument from the table next to him. During this period, he was surprised to find that, Jiang Zhouge did not explode against this "insult".

Song Shimiao asked Jiang Zhouge to sit down, and unbuttoned her shirt, and there were bloodstains on the gauze underneath.

"Master, I know that the battle is tight now, and we can't win the position after repeated battles. Our division is also exhausted. I also know that you are helpless now, so you should hand over this job to our staff, otherwise our staff Empty..."

"Zhou Ge, in this situation, I will not let you go to the front line. You are here to recuperate."

"Master, we have been fighting for several days, and the Beizhai public house is still not taken down. You can count for yourself how many soldiers you have..."

"You are not the only one in the staff department, and you are not the only one who can go to the front with me."

"But I'm the chief of staff! Now the entire division is in the war, and I'm the only one hiding in the rear and trying to survive?"

"You don't know how bad your own injuries are?"

"My life is my life, so their lives are not. Besides, isn't Dr. Song here? You ask her to check, I'm already well, I can go back to the division."

Said, Jiang Zhouge lowered his head, looked at Song Shimiao earnestly for the first time, and silently begged him to just help himself.

Song Shimiao looked at the half-removed gauze, bloodstains were dotted on the pure white gauze.Song Shimiao suddenly remembered the yellowed gauze in the field hospital, and most of them were removed from the dead without even having time to wash them, and then wrapped them up for another person.

"Sorry, Chief Jiang, your injury is still not healed."

Song Shimiao saw the light in Jiang Zhouge's eyes go out.Song Shimiao turned her eyes away and continued with her subordinates. When the gauze was completely removed and the wound was about to be treated again, she glanced at the door. The man went out at some point. The door was closed again, and the window next to it was carefully propped up. Get up, that's where the light leaks in.

After removing the gauze, it was discovered that Jiang Zhouge's wound had been half healed, but when he dropped the chair just now, he moved too much and split a centimeter or two.After she re-stitched the other party, she heard the other party sneer suddenly, and then opened Song Shimiao's hand.

The instrument in her hand rolled to the ground, and she was secretly glad that the suture was finished and the thread was broken. "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? You ask me?" Jiang Zhouge narrowed his eyes to look at his own incision, and sneered again with a ferocious expression, "I want to ask you, is it because I can't, or you don't want to?"

Song Shimiao's mind went blank, and she heard a crisp sound. "Pa", what balance was suddenly broken.

"Ha, I can't tell, can I? My guess is right, right? For your ulterior motives, for your selfishness and interests, the country is in peril, the enemy is at hand, our brothers are working hard on the front line, you But you are making these small moves in the rear, guess what those soldiers who died in battle talked about you in the sky? Do you want to explain to them..."

"Crack!" A slap in the face.Jiang Zhouge was beaten to the side, and it took him a while to react.

The corners of Song Shimiao's eyes were red, and tears rolled straight down: "I don't want to? Is that how you see me? On the first day I came here, your adjutant pointed a gun at me and wanted to kill me. Your military doctor couldn't perform the operation. I For him, I stood at gunpoint for six hours and brought you back to life. Do you know that I just came out of the operating room before I came here. I performed a lung transplant in the operating room and it took more than five I only rescued the patient when I was young, and I just came out of the operating room, and I was taken to this **** place before I even had a sip of water! Yes, you gave me an identity to keep me alive, I am grateful to you, I am in the battlefield The hospital rescued the wounded day and night. I endured the hardships of medical treatment, and I also overcome the field surgery. I know you are heroes, and you are paving the way for China's future with your flesh and blood. As future generations, I admire and respect you. It is the backbone and backbone of China."

Jiang Zhouge remained silent, while Song Shimiao patted his heart: "I am a doctor. On the first day I entered school, I swore to abide by medical ethics and save lives and heal the wounded. You say that I have selfish intentions and value interests. I can't explain it, but I admit it. But I dare touch my conscience and swear to God, I will never destroy my medical ethics and insult my white coat for anyone or anything."

Song wiped his tears with his backhand, squatted on the ground and picked up all the medical equipment, put them on a plate and took them away.

"Your wound has been treated, and you can button your shirt yourself. I won't be here tonight. I'll get someone to bring you medicine later. Remember to take it. I'll go back to the hospital first, and there are still a steady stream of wounded soldiers."