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"Dr. Wang, come quick! There are several seriously injured people here. Please go and treat them immediately!"

Just as Zhang Tianhao was drinking tea in his office, feeling bored, he saw Nurse Sun rush in and call out urgently.

"Who's injured?"

"A few Japanese soldiers!"

She still whispered the situation to herself, after all, things were far more serious than she had imagined.

"it is good!"

Zhang Tianhao was also somewhat shocked when he heard that they were Japanese soldiers.

"What injury?"

"Gunshot wound!"

"it is good!"

No wonder he heard several gunshots, and they were inside the city; clearly, anti-Japanese fighters were fighting the Japanese.

"I'll go there now."

Upon arriving outside the operating room, they saw four or five Japanese soldiers lying on the ground, covered in blood, their wounds clearly untreated.

"The surgery is still in progress inside. We've only been able to find a temporary bed for now, and the surgery will be performed immediately."

"it is good!"

Head Nurse Luo also pushed over with surgical instruments. She glanced at the Japanese soldiers on the ground, frowned, and then saw another nurse pushing over a temporary bed.

"Dr. Wang, everything is ready."

"it is good!"

First, he lifted the people onto the bed, and then Zhang Tianhao began to examine the injuries of these Japanese soldiers.

Next, Zhang Tianhao began the surgery to remove the bullets. Although none of the injuries were too serious, he still did his best to perform the surgery.

Since we work here, it's always better to be cautious.

As for the outside, a large number of Japanese soldiers had already surrounded the entire hospital, giving no one else any chance.

While Zhang Tianhao was undergoing surgery, two other doctors were also called in to assist with the procedure.

Time passed by, second by second.

After three surgeries were completed and the patient was transferred to a ward, the other two doctors began their second surgery.

Zhang Tianhao breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the nurses who had come to help, and said with a smile, "Who's in the operating room? Is it Director Miura personally performing the surgery?"

"Yes, we don't know each other either."

Zhang Tianhao thought for a moment, then turned around and walked towards his office without saying anything more.

Once seated in his office, he began seeing other patients.

They were all minor injuries and illnesses; they took some medicine and left.

In the afternoon, Nurse Sun hurriedly walked in.

"Hey, Nurse Sun, what's wrong?"

"Dean Miura came out and wheeled out a patient who was taken to the intensive care unit, and he didn't look Japanese!"

"Who is that?"

"I don't know, but that person was injured and hasn't regained consciousness yet!"

"not dead?"

"do not know!"

"Special care ward!"

Zhang Tianhao thought for a moment, then didn't say anything more and let out a breath.

The special care wards are guarded by special agents, at least four of them, in a corner on the second floor.

Zhou Suiping is also staying in the special care ward. It's not an easy thing to cause trouble for him now; ordinary people simply can't get in.

"Don't tell anyone about this, understand? If something goes wrong, we'll both be in big trouble."

"I know, Dr. Wang, I just wanted to chat with you!"

As Nurse Sun spoke, a flash of hatred crossed her eyes; clearly, she harbored immense resentment towards the Japanese.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, you can head back now!" "Thank you, Dr. Wang!"

Although Nurse Sun was also helping Zhang Tianhao treat the wounded Japanese soldiers, seeing Zhang Tianhao's expression, she understood that Zhang Tianhao was not as simple as she had imagined.

As for whether that place was complicated, she was unaware.

Picking up the medical record book, Zhang Tianhao began writing the surgical report. After all, he was just a doctor now, and he still had to write surgical reports.

He had already asked the names of the three Japanese soldiers, and even though his Japanese wasn't very fluent, he still managed to get their names.

As he treated the Japanese soldiers, a cold smile crept onto his lips.

"Right, we should give these people some medicine!"

But after thinking about it, he gave up the idea. After all, what did it matter to him whether the Japanese soldiers lived or died? It was already quite good that he could perform surgery on them.

As for whether I will be able to use my arms or legs in the future, that's hard to say.

"Xiao Tian, ​​Xiao Tian!"

Just then, Song Wen walked in from outside, looked at Zhang Tianhao, and looked him up and down with a worried expression.

"what happened?"

"A group of people came into the city and started fighting with the patrol."

"What's wrong with this?"

"Don't you know? Several people died, and..."

Clearly, she came over out of concern for Zhang Tianhao, or even to check if he was alright.

"What could possibly happen to me in the hospital!"

He stood up, smiled, and didn't take it to heart.

"It's almost time to get off work, how about we go out for dinner?"

"Okay!"

Zhang Tianhao also took off his white coat, which he hung on a clothes rack to the side, but he put the identity tag in his hand directly into his pocket.

It's a habit; some people like to leave their work badges in the office, who knows if someone will steal them.

Zhang Tianhao put away his work badge, then checked it again in the office. After confirming that there were no problems, he took the prescription he had just written and went directly to the front desk to pay.

In less than ten minutes, he carried some medicinal herbs, packed them up, and walked outside.

Why did you buy medicinal herbs?

"Oh, this is a medicine I'm taking to replenish my qi and blood. I estimate that after taking this medicine, my body will be almost fully recovered."

"Is your body not up to par?"

Upon hearing this, Song Wen casually asked a question, but immediately realized something and blushed.

"You were injured, so just drink some medicine to help you recover. That's all."

"That's more like it. Oh, right, it's time to go home!"

Zhang Tianhao didn't say much, but carried the medicine to his dormitory to prepare it.

"You brewed the medicine yourself?"

When Song Wen saw Zhang Tianhao arrive at his dormitory, she looked around and found that Zhang Tianhao's living quarters were quite simple.

The room was fairly clean, and the items were arranged quite neatly.

There was a medical book on the bedside table. It was a medical book borrowed from the hospital, and Zhang Tianhao had already put a bookmark in it.

She walked over, picked up the book, glanced at it, and immediately felt a headache coming on.

"This medical book is really not something that ordinary people can understand."

"Hmm, I haven't studied it systematically, so it's best not to look at it; it's too difficult!"

"Can you understand it?"

Song Wen smiled, then immediately realized she had made a mistake again. After all, Zhang Tianhao's medical skills were so good, how could he not understand?

"What do you say?"

He brewed the medicine while casually chatting with her. (End of Chapter)