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Chapter 1426 Treatment
"Oh my god, brother, you can drink too much."

Milong got up in a daze, walked to the yard, ran to the water tank, took a ladle to scoop up some cold water and drank several big gulps. Then he looked at Wang Yan and couldn't help complaining.

Wang Yan was sitting on a small stool smoking, staring at the big pot in the yard with the aroma of rice bubbling, and said with a smile: "Come on, forget it, I didn't force you to drink, you drank one cup after another with me, if you don't drink too much, who will?"

"Then you can drink too." Milong pulled a small stool, sat next to him, and lit a cigarette. "How much can you drink at most?"

"Never drank."

"You've never drunk too much?"

"I just haven't drunk it." Wang Yan shook his head. "How expensive is wine? Wouldn't it be uncomfortable to drink too much? It's a waste of money and it's uncomfortable. Why should I compare it?"

"That's the truth." Milong nodded, then smoked silently and said no more.

After a while, he glanced at Fanla who was sitting next to him and said, "If you have something to say, say it. If not, get out of here."

"Hey, Brother Mi, you are the Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering..." Fanlahaba said with a smile and a lot of auspicious words.

"Hey, you know what, this flattery sounds pretty good." Milong glanced at Wang Yan, laughed, turned around and patted Fanla's shoulder, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"You are so powerful, can you help me get some sulfa on the black market?"

Milong glanced at him and asked, "Did you drink it?"

"No." Fanla was confused.

"You're not drunk, what nonsense are you talking about?" Milong glared at him, "Don't you know that sulfa is in short supply?"

"That means it can be bought." Fanla said, "Please be kind, Brother Long. It's just a piece of cake for you. It can save my leg. As long as you help me get sulfa, from now on, whatever you, Brother Long, say is what I, Meng Fan, will do."

"Brother, I remember you said yesterday that you could cure him?" Milong turned around and asked.

Wang Yan hummed: "I can't guarantee it, I can only say it's half and half. As long as it's not infected, it will be fine."

Milong thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, we have known each other for a while, you are a good person, you are not pretentious, you are much better than that shitty major. Give me some face, brother, I will help you this time and get you some sulfa pills."

"Hey." Fanla clasped his fists excitedly, "Brother Long, you are so righteous, absolutely as righteous as Mengchang..."

Milong laughed out loud at the bunch of nice words. He waved his hand and said, "Alright, that's enough. You know what? People with knowledge always speak nicely."

"Then, Brother Long, instead of bothering two people with one thing, could you please help me with other things?" He took the opportunity to strike the snake.

"Fuck, you idiot, you can't help but be praised. How can you be so arrogant?" Milong glared at him and said unhappily, "Let me hear what you say first."

"Alcohol, gauze, bandages, and even better if there are medical needles and thread. Don't worry, Brother Long, I will work for you when my leg is healed. I will do whatever you say."

Milong frowned and thought, not daring to disturb him, so he watched carefully.

After a while, Milong finally nodded: "Okay, except for the medical needles and thread you mentioned, alcohol and other things are not difficult."

He was just thinking about where he came from and where he could get these things.

He said, "I'll get it for you today."

"Hey, big brother Long, this is definitely what you are talking about." Fanla gave a thumbs up and offered another bunch of farts, which made Mr. Mi feel very comfortable.

Wang Yan listened with a smile on his face, without saying anything. He leaned against the wall, looked up at the blue sky, and listened to the laughter of the cannon fodder.

At this moment, a shadow blocked him.

He tilted his head and saw that the man had a long face, a hawk nose, and a thin body. He was clean and tidy, unlike the other cannon fodder. His epaulette was a star.

"Hello, Major. What do you want to talk to me about?"

"My name is Lin Yi, you can just call me A Yi."

Before Wang Yan could say anything, Milong beside him spoke first: "Why are you acting so high and mighty here?"

"I'm looking for Wang Yan, not... not you!"

"Okay, you, the empty-headed major, are also angry?"

Milong wanted to stand up and deal with Ayi, but Wang Yan stopped him and asked with a smile, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I just wanted to say hello. I thought about what you said yesterday for half the night, and I think you are absolutely right. We must maintain our fighting spirit and fight tenaciously. Sooner or later, we will be able to defeat the Japanese."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile, looked at A Yi who was full of confidence and fighting spirit, and said: "You are very motivated, unlike them."

"They are different." Milong took over and said sarcastically, "He is a major who has never fought in a war and even got involved in the containment war. It would be strange if they can be the same."

A Yi looked a little embarrassed. He wanted to refute but didn't dare to open his mouth. He didn't know what to say. He could only stand there stupidly looking at Wang Yan.

"People's experiences are different, and they are all tortuous and bizarre, but I can understand that." Wang Yan patted Lin Yi's leg, "You sit down, don't block me from absorbing the essence of the sun."

"Hey." Ah Yi's happiness was written all over his face. He sat next to Wang Yan and said, "You are a nice person."

"Well, you're a nice person too." Wang Yan responded with a smile.

Ayi was even happier: "Although I have never been to the battlefield, I believe that we can win! Even if our generation cannot win, there is still the next generation! We will definitely win!"

"Dream on! You haven't even fired your gun a few times, and you still say you can win?" Milong cursed again.

Wang Yan sighed and put his arm around Milong's shoulders: "This is what I mean by Ayi is different from you. Ayi is energetic and passionate. You guys don't have that, you are just like a stagnant pool of water."

"Stop talking nonsense, brother. Why is he so energetic and enthusiastic? It's because he has never been to the battlefield and has never suffered a defeat. If he had fought in two battles and felt what it means to be isolated and helpless and to fill the trenches with human lives, he would stop talking nonsense."

"I'm not afraid of death!"

Hearing Ayi's rebuttal, Milong glared at him, suddenly stood up and swung his arms, scaring Ayi so much that he covered his head and dodged.

“Hahaha…” Milong laughed, “You look like a wretch, and you’re not afraid of death? Get out of here, and stop talking nonsense to me.”

So Ayi stood up and glared at Milong. Seeing that Milong was about to stand up again, he snorted, muttered to himself, and walked away.

"Look, it's like this, there's no need for you to bother with him." Milong pointed at Ayi's back with a look of disdain.

"No worries, no complaints, it doesn't matter. Besides, we are all brothers who share the same roots. We may have to go to the battlefield together in the future. Who knows, someone might save your life."

"Go to the battlefield? Pah, a bunch of useless people who just want to eat and wait for death, why go to the battlefield? Send yourself to die?" After saying that, Milong reacted and asked, "What news do you have?"

"I'm just a soldier, a captured deserter at that, what news can I have?" Wang Yan shook his head, "But it's precisely because I was captured that we feel that there might be a war in the near future. I guess all of us will be used as cannon fodder."

"It's fine if you don't go. The internment camp isn't a mandatory order. What? If a war really breaks out, you're going to go?"

"Of course I will go. I have fought all the way from the north to the south just to kill the Japanese. I will go wherever there is a battle. I will die on the battlefield even if I am a real man."

"You're awesome!" Milong gave a thumbs up, admiring Wang Yan's fighting spirit.

"You are a god, or maybe you like Ayi." Fanla next to him also gave a thumbs up, "Brother Wang, Brother Long said to bring the things back today, look at this..." "In the afternoon, this is my first time here. After dinner, I have to go out for a walk and I will definitely be back before dinner."

"Okay, then I'm counting on you." Fanla clasped his hands together.

"Don't count on it too much. Whether you can get better or not depends on how strong your luck is."

"Can it really work?" A veterinarian passing by stopped in his tracks.

"Didn't I just say that it depends on his luck?" Wang Yan shook his head with a smile, "Old man, are you afraid that I will fool him?"

"Stitching is not something that Chinese medicine can do."

"Such a rigid method! Too rigid! It's already this late, and we still have to distinguish between Chinese and Western medicine for sewing a stitch? It's fine as long as it works!" Wang Yan patted his head, "Speaking of this, I really forgot. Long, since you helped, let's not bother two people. I'll write you a prescription. See if you can get it all. Then, use it together with sulfamethoxazole. The chances of cure will be much higher, and the recovery time will be faster."

As he spoke, the veterinarian had already handed over a pen and paper.

Wang Yan smiled, then quickly wrote down some medicinal materials and their dosage with a pencil.

"Hmm..." The veterinarian took it, looked at it, and nodded seriously.

"As a veterinarian, how can you understand it?" Fanla snatched the paper away, turned around and handed the paper to Milong with a big smile on his face.

"I don't understand it, but I think his handwriting is beautiful, so it should be good." Veterinarians have their own wisdom.

Fanla looked at the paper that Milong had unfolded, and looked at Wang Yan in amazement: "This calligraphy is so majestic and powerful. Brother Wang must be very knowledgeable, right?"

Wang Yan waved his hand modestly: "I went to school for a few years to learn, and I have been writing and painting for so many years, and I can write it."

"You are so modest. Your calligraphy will surely be admired by people in Peking during times of peace. With your calligraphy, you will never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life."

"It's not that exaggerated. Stop making such a fuss. I'll heal you if I say so. Your leg is already in that condition, it can't get any worse. Long, just look for as many as you can."

Milong nodded, turned around and patted Fanla's shoulder: "You really have to work like a slave for me."

It’s annoying to laugh along…

Breakfast was thick porridge and pickles again. Wang Yan got a box of canned food from Milong. He couldn't replenish his energy by just drinking porridge. The years were indeed not easy. He didn't practice martial arts in the morning. He simply washed up and sat here to bask in the sun.

After breakfast, he went out for a stroll in the town as he had said before.

The order of the town was still maintained, but the common people stayed far away from them and did not dare to get close. It was obvious that they were not very happy when the troops entered here earlier.

He didn't care much about it. He just looked at the town's buildings, the troops' equipment, estimated the number of people in the town, and the mental state of the people.

This is a simple understanding of this period.

He walked around the town leisurely, and when he wanted to go out to the wild, he was stopped by the soldiers guarding outside.

"stop!"

"What are you doing? Want to be a deserter?"

Wang Yan shook his head: "Just take a stroll."

"Go back!" The soldier raised his gun, "If you dare to take one step forward, I will shoot you."

"I'm going to shoot you, why are you shaking? You've never been in a war, have you? Hold the gun steady, don't let it go off accidentally."

Looking at the young man in front of him, Wang Yan shook his head with amusement, then put his hands behind his back and strolled back to the town and back to the shelter.

"Old Deng, you seem quite relaxed, and you're even drinking? Aren't you afraid that you'll be caught and shot?"

It was Old Deng from the shelter. He set up a small table in a yard, fried soybeans and drank some wine.

Seeing Wang Yan reaching out to grab a handful of soybeans, Old Deng twitched his lips, and then asked curiously: "I heard that you won all the Milong yesterday, and then gave it back?"

"The information is quite good."

"How did you win? Can you teach me a few tricks? You don't know, Milong almost bankrupted me by winning, and he was so rude and unreasonable. Can you teach me a few tricks so I can win back."

"Old Deng, you have no sense of boundaries at all. Who should I be friends with, Milong or you? You are an officer, and we are the hard-working soldiers."

Wang Yan ate the soybeans with a crunch, then turned and left.

He came in to see what Lao Deng was eating, and now he grabbed a handful of soybeans, and his trip was complete...

I staggered back to the yard, and as soon as I stepped through the gate, a voice suddenly jumped out from the side.

"Brother Wang, are you back?"

Wang Yan slapped him in disgust: "You scared me."

Fanla laughed: "I am just in a hurry. I have found everything and sharpened the knife. I can do it easily, but it will definitely cut my hair. Look..."

"Come on, old man, spread out this handful of soybeans so that everyone can taste them."

After giving the soybeans to the veterinarian, Wang Yan went to look through the herbs that Milong had brought back, made a combination of them on the spot, and gave them to the veterinarian to decoct the medicine.

After all this, Wang Yan came into the house with a bunch of stuff and took out a wooden stick from his pocket.

"Come on, bite him. It will hurt like hell. You'd better hold on. It won't be spicy, but it will be numb. You two can help hold his legs and feet. Don't let him move too much."

"Okay, okay." The two of them responded quickly.

So Wang Yan went out and washed his hands again, rolled up his sleeves, and started roasting the knife over the fire, using a primitive method of disinfection.

Then he cut the exposed wound without hesitation.

"Ah~"

Fanla, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes wide and grabbed the wooden stick. He leaned back and almost stood up.

"Don't move, Fanla. You have to hold on." The veterinarian was pressing Fanla's head.

"Yes, yes, don't move. If Wang Yan makes a wrong move, your leg will be even worse." Yao Ma pressed Fanla's foot tightly.

On Fanla's back, Bu La pressed his whole body down.

Wang Yan remained unmoved and used the knife to quickly and efficiently cut away the rotten flesh on Fanla's wound.

Kang Ya, Yang Dan, Dou Bing, She Pit and others who were watching on the side were crunching the fried soybeans, enjoying the delicious taste...

I was so annoyed that I kept shouting, "Ahhhhhh!" and then my voice became hoarse, and I just groaned, sweating profusely, and drooling...

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