Chronicle of the Republic of China

Fang Wuyu never returned to Chongqing. He seemed to have the ability to predict suddenly. He felt that Meng Xisheng was no longer in Chongqing. He had completely lost track of Meng Xisheng in this troubled world.

So Fang Wuyu stayed in the Eighth Route Army, and went back to his old job as a military doctor.Of course, Fang Wuyu was talking nonsense about his old business, he just wanted people to believe him, his old business was obviously a young master who was doing nothing.

Fang Wuyu was still unpredictable, his decision changed his fate just like he promised Andre to study medicine back then.Although it was hard to predict, Fang Wuyu really felt the speed with which he changed camps. Being able to switch between the two parties without hindrance is probably something that not everyone can do.

Fang Wuyu followed Helian's platoon leader to fight north and south, and he was exhausted from the journey for almost a whole year. With medical equipment in hand, he watched that Helian's platoon leader was promoted to company commander and then to battalion commander. There are more and more soldiers under his hands, and his reputation is getting louder and louder.

And the only one who was as famous as the platoon leader was Fang Wuyu.

Probably no military doctor has such a temper as Fang Wuyu.

When Fang Wuyu treated his wounds, he basically didn't speak. He was a different person than usual. He calmly fought with those shocking wounds, just like soldiers fighting against the enemy in the hail of bullets, to see who will win.This kind of expression won the awe of the wounded, and they took the initiative to classify him as a genius doctor, as if he was serious and sure to have great powers. Even if Fang Wuyu's wrong technique sometimes caused the other party to groan in pain, Fang Wuyu could kill him with a single note. Under the deadly eyes, the other party quickly blamed it on the fact that he was too weak to bear the pain.

The soldiers all hoped that Fang Wuyu would always wear that white coat, and always maintain a ruthless appearance when treating wounds, because once he didn't deal with the wounds, he would have to deal with them.He would hold that bullet that he didn't know who took it out of and put it in his palm for you to guess, and then win half a month's military salary from that person, and the villain would file a complaint first, threatening to report to Battalion Commander Helian. In the middle of the game, there was a gambling incident, which made the losers dare not speak up.He would fool people into drinking, and let others choke to death with the low-quality liquor made from alcohol.

The worst thing is when Fang Wuyu loses his temper. Every time he sees that the wound he has treated has deteriorated slightly because the wounded did not pay attention to cleaning or maintenance, this young doctor will be furious, making people think that the next second he will The scalpel in his hand will be pierced into the chest to prove that the fruits of his labor are not allowed to be treated like this.

But there is no way, the people in the barracks need to prepare for battle at all times, minor injuries and illnesses cannot hinder their footsteps, they have experienced life and death on the dusty battlefield, many things are already insignificant.But Fang Wuyu always made a fuss and made these insignificant things important. He told how a small scratch could infect a broken wound and cause death in the most terrifying language. The wounded soldiers began to pay attention to every wound on their bodies.

Many times, the soldiers loved and hated Fang Wuyu, and when they hated each other, they even set up an assassination organization, planning to kill him and half-death Fang Wuyu in an imaginary way.When in love, it is usually Fang Wuyu who snatches back dying lives from Yan Luo, flaunting his existence to Yan Luo with his cunning and smelly temper.

Ghost has become everyone's counterpart Wuyu's position, and it seems that there is no more suitable word than these two.Like a demon or a ghost, he is treacherous and cunning when he is a human being, full of thoughts, and full of ghosts and ghosts when he is saving people, he is ruthless.

But such a monstrosity can also give birth to human emotions.Except for Battalion Commander Helian and the scholar, no one knows who the man named "Meng Xisheng" is. They only know that no matter where they march, Fang Wuyu will leave a missing person notice there. I left traces all the way, looking forward to reuniting with that handsome face drawn on the missing person notice.

At first everyone thought they were his relatives, but after a few words came out of Mr. Fang Wuyu's mouth, they became more convinced that Fang Wuyu was indeed an inhuman demon.

In 1942, Fang Wuyu went north with the army to fight against Japan, and the face he painted in the missing person notice was stepping into the ancient forest of Myanmar.

As a member of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, Meng Xisheng was incorporated into a division headquarters. His chief was surnamed Yu, and Yu was the division seat.

Not long after entering Burma, Meng Xisheng's unit was attacked by the Japanese army. They fought fiercely for several months, causing heavy casualties.

However, Meng Xisheng was left behind due to injuries during the retreat. When he woke up, he was in a dilapidated tile house. A military doctor was treating his wounds, surrounded by a mess, and several wounded who were sleeping or waking up.

It didn't take long for these people to form a remnant team, plunged into the humid wind and rain in western Yunnan, trying to cross many dangerous passes, cross the Nu River, and return to the army on the east bank.

However, the team of just over 20 people died every day, and every day they encountered some other comrades scattered everywhere. They not only had to avoid the Japanese army, but also fought against leeches, poisonous snakes, and various microbial viruses in the dense forest.

The military doctor didn't notice it at first. He was dizzy from day-to-day travel and hunger. Everyone was pale and thin, and he had no time to care about other things.Until Meng Xisheng sensed the clue, he invited the military doctor over and opened a dead body that had just died.After examining the wound, the military doctor backed up ten steps, his face pale with fright.

The epidemic spread like this. In the absence of medical treatment and medicine, everyone, including military doctors, had nothing to do.

They could only burn the clothes on their bodies, clean the wounds with the last little disinfectant, isolate the people who were infected with the disease into two teams, and wrap their mouths and noses with cloth.

Crossing the river is everyone's goal, and surviving is everyone's expectation.

Just as they were about to reach the river bank, a Japanese army surrounded them.They fought against the enemy for several days and nights in the rainy mountains, and finally ran out of ammunition, waiting to die in the poison gas released by the Japanese army.

The military doctor slid into the pothole from a distance to Meng Xisheng's side. Meng Xisheng was covering his mouth and coughing, and his eyes could hardly be opened.At this moment, a gas mask was stuck to his face, and he heard the military doctor say, "Put it on!"

Meng Xisheng fastened the mask tightly, the military doctor patted him on the shoulder vigorously, and shouted, "Get out!"

"What about you?" Meng Xisheng asked in his direction, unable to see him clearly through the eyes that were tearing from the poisonous gas stimulation behind the mask.

The military doctor unfolded his sleeves to reveal a patch of flushed skin. He had felt that he had been infected with the plague since the day before yesterday. He was afraid of being abandoned by the team, so he didn't say anything. He deliberately stayed at the end and kept a distance from others.

He didn't live long, but he hoped that Meng Xisheng could live, it was his friendship to support him all the way.

Meng Xisheng was pushed out by him, and he heard the other party keep saying behind him: "Don't look back! Keep running! Run out!"

Relying on the cover of the poisonous fog, Meng Xisheng ran towards death amidst the gunshots, his eyes and face hurt so much that he would faint.

He didn't know how he got to the river bank. Before he was completely unconscious, someone took off his gas mask, sniffed his breath, and said that he was still alive.When he heard the good news, he suddenly let go of all the energy he had run all the way.

Meng Xisheng was dragged onto a bamboo raft and drifted down the river to the east bank of the Nu River.

On this day, Tianzhu was calm, and the muddy river flowed eastward. After leaving the shooting range, those who were chasing them still refused to let them go, and shot them by stepping on the river.

Everyone crawled on the raft and paddled hard with their hands until the bamboo raft finally hit the east bank.

In a village at the junction of Yunnan and Myanmar, Meng Xisheng was taken to the hospital.

He inhaled a lot of poisonous gas and lingered on the hospital bed.The medical staff performed gastric lavage and bowel cleansing on him, and he was tortured to death.

Because of the wound infection, Meng Xisheng developed a high fever that night.In the case of too much pain, he wished that he could pass out, rather than feel the pain soberly.

His face and eyes damaged by the poisonous gas were wiped with various potions, and every time those potions touched the wound, it made him resist for a while.

This went on for several days until his fever gradually subsided and he became numb to pain.

The doctor told him that the injuries were not serious and had been brought under control, but his eyes had been completely damaged, including the injuries on his face, and he might never heal again.

Meng Xisheng was in a daze for a few seconds, as if he couldn't believe it.He grabbed the doctor's hand and begged him to heal his eyes, if he could see, he would see again.The doctor comforted him a few words, then struggled helplessly to get his hands out.

Meng Xisheng seldom cried, and the number of times he cried in this life was very small. He persevered through thousands of mountains and rivers in troubled times, carrying the light in his bones.

But Meng Xi cried bitterly that day, and when the tears flowed out, his eyes hurt hotly.He cried so loudly that people in the ward looked sideways at him.

In 1943, Meng Xisheng was escorted back to China together with other wounded as a wounded person who lost combat ability, and recuperated in a hospital in southern Anhui.

His health is nearly worn out, his body is extremely weak, and his already bad stomach now often wakes him at night with pain.

Worst of all, his world has gone dark.

Meng Xisheng got used to it for a long time. He touched his eyes and the wounds on his face, because he couldn't see, so he didn't know what he looked like now.

A nurse once said, "You must have looked good before."

Meng Xisheng was a little happy when he heard this: "Can you see it?"

"Of course," the nurse touched the scar on his face and sighed, "you must look good without these. But," the nurse smiled and said, "you look better now."

Meng Xi snorted jokingly: "False words."

The nurse was serious: "Men with scars are more manly and more beautiful."

Meng Xisheng didn't pay much attention to appearance before, but now he was very happy when he heard this.

This hospital is in the throat of southern Anhui, and Meng Xisheng asked the nurse if they knew about Yuncheng.The nurse gave him an affirmative answer, Yuncheng is only more than 100 miles away from the hospital.Meng Xisheng knew that he guessed correctly, Yuncheng was located in an enclave in southern Anhui.

He didn't expect that after tossing around, he came back here again.He is 25 years old this year, and he was 16 when he first arrived in Yuncheng.He and Fang Wuyu met in Yuncheng for a year, and met in Nanjing after parting, but still parted again a year later, and it has been six years since then.He never took off the stopped watch, and accompanied him through countless wars and survived difficulties time and time again.

Meng Xisheng touched his eyes tremblingly, he couldn't see anymore, even if he met Fang Wuyu and walked with Fang Wuyu in the crowd, he couldn't stop Fang Wuyu and hug him.

This is something that scares him immensely.

Half a month later, Meng Xisheng applied for hospital transfer. After nine years of leaving, he finally returned to Yuncheng and was admitted to a local hospital in Yuncheng.