Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 389 Backhand
As Wang Yi connected with Wang Zizhong's mind through spiritual connection, a completely new scene opened up before Wang Zizhong's eyes.

There are tall buildings and busy traffic all around. Men and women coming and going are wearing clothes different from those in the Republic of China. There are old and young people, and they speak Mandarin without too many dialects.

Moreover, they had a mental outlook that was not seen during the Republic of China period. With just a quick glance, Wang Zizhong, a top medical student, could tell that these men and women had more or less lesions on their bodies.

But in the Republic of China, these diseases were basically diseases of affluence.

Wang Zizhong also felt that the tall buildings around him were strange and familiar. He felt familiar because he had seen these tall buildings in Jishidiang before and in photos sent back by Duanmu Ying, who studied medicine in the United States. They were very similar.

But he had never imagined that colorful skyscrapers would look like this, and he didn't understand why so many skyscrapers could be built in a place that looked like Songhu in the Republic of China.

The reason why he knew it was Songhu was because he saw the Huangpu River.

Before Wang Zizhong could think too much, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he came to an operating room. The lights in the operating room were brightly on, and the surgeon in surgical gowns and his assistant were performing surgery on a patient who was bleeding heavily on the operating table.

This was the first time for Wang Zizhong to see a modern medical surgical operation up close. Although there were a bunch of instruments around him that he couldn't understand, the surgeon would occasionally utter a few terms that he couldn't figure out for the time being.

But with the help of the surgeon's technique and the eyesight and knowledge he had acquired through years of studying medicine, he was able to understand a thing or two.

What Wang Yi did at this time was to share with Wang Zizhong the images of the medical documentaries and medical dramas that he had watched in later generations through spiritual connection.

This trick may not be useful for most people in this era, including those in the medical field. After all, it requires a process of digestion, adaptation, and application.

But the person in front of him was Wang Zizhong, a future national champion, a man who was confident that he could catch up with, or even surpass, Duanmu Ying, one of the Eight Wonders, in the way of medicine.

In an emergency, he could only hope that Wang Zizhong's talent in medicine and his character would allow him to quickly digest and understand everything he saw.

To this end, he also released a documentary about Norman Bethune, an international comrade who had not yet come to China, so that Wang Zizhong could learn how to solve the current difficulties by adapting to local conditions.

It didn't take long, just a quarter of an hour, before Wang Yi finished his practice.

Looking at Wang Zizhong, whose pupils were a little dilated and were trying to refocus, Wang Yi waited for a while before speaking.

"Zi Zhong, do you remember it?"

"No."

"What's your father's last name?"

"do not know."

"Who are you going to marry?"

"Duanmu Ying!"

"What did you see in there?"

"Technique."

"Then what are you going to do now?"

"Rescue!"

"very good!"

During the question and answer session, Wang Yi realized that Wang Zizhong was not confused by the modern medical instruments and medical terms in the pictures he shared with him. What he remembered was some necessary steps in surgical operations and combined them with the knowledge he had learned from studying medicine for many years. That was enough.

All that remains is to do one's best and leave the rest to fate.

Wang Zizhong, who had come back to his senses, was eager to try. He was excited but also a little worried. He also noticed Wang Yi's current condition.

"Brother, your body..."

"It's okay to lose your energy while rescuing people on the front line. Zi Zhong, it's up to you from now on. As long as you can understand what's inside, many people will be saved because of you."

"I understand. I know what I should do, brother."

Wang Zizhong did not ask where the scenes that Wang Yi showed him came from. He knew that if Wang Yi wanted to tell him, he would definitely tell him. If he didn't tell him now, it meant that the time was not right.

Seeing that Wang Zizhong was able to accept the images and information that he had poured into his mind without being confused, Wang Yi also breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Liu Wei striding towards him, he went to meet him.

"How much trouble did you make on the front line to get yourself into this situation?"

"It wasn't a big deal. We only destroyed a dozen planes, sank a Japanese warship, and temporarily saved more than 1,500 people from the clutches of the devil."

Liu Wei was already used to talking about his achievements lightly, and just looked at the two boxes that Wang Yi brought back.

Remove the covering true Qi and open the earth box.

"These are the letters and military pay that the soldiers from the Luodian battlefield asked me to deliver. I think we can do something about it."

"Are you still thinking about this at this time? How is the front line going?"

"It's in danger. The Japanese have made a big bet this time. They are sending large armies to several strategic passes at the same time. The planes in the sky and the gunboats on the water will not give the frontline soldiers a chance to catch their breath. If we look at it optimistically, in just two or three days, the Japanese army will be united and march straight in."

"No hope of rescue?"

"Although both China and Japan use the tactic of adding fuel to the fire, they have everything, while we have nothing but a large number of people. We can never beat them in exchanging our lives for time."

"So, defeat is inevitable?"

"Yes, defeat is inevitable. All we can do is let the Japanese burn more fuel in this war. The more fuel they burn here, the more they will have to fight later, and we may be able to save some lives."

Liu Wei said nothing, just looked at the raging war on the other side of the river with a sad look on his face.

"Japan, which has been our vassal state for thousands of years, has been able to improve its national strength to this point through reforms and has suppressed our army all the way on our land. What about us? Westernization, reforms and reforms have been going on for so many years. The Qing Dynasty fell and was restored, and the Republic of China was established. In the end, nothing has changed. We still have to let our soldiers use their flesh and blood to resist the Japanese planes and cannons.

You see, our central main force of the National Government can only defend against the Japanese attack, and rarely fight back. I dare not think about how our soldiers will deal with these Japanese once North China and East China fall. How many of them don’t even know what the Japanese look like and how to fight against them. "

Liu Wei's words showed his worries about the base. Although the base had been replenished with fresh blood with the help of Wang Yi and others, and more seeds from the Long March were preserved, plus a Northwest Branch of the Sitong Company that had begun to take shape as logistics, it was still more than enough for self-preservation but not enough for attack.

If they really were to fight the Japanese, their lack of experience would definitely cause them to suffer a great loss.

Wang Yi also understood this logic, but for the time being, he had no good solution.

As a land immortal and a one-man army, he has no choice but to appear on the front battlefield repeatedly.

In the early days of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the difficulty of carrying out sabotage behind enemy lines was no less than helping the National Army win a battle on the front battlefield, because the Japanese were in the midst of a large-scale offensive. If he destroyed the transportation routes here, they could still land from the sea and attack other places. Instead, Wang Yidong had to run around and torture himself.

Instead of doing this, it would be better to help the National Army to regain the situation in some local areas on the front battlefield, so that the Japanese can add more fresh troops to consume them.

After all, Japan is so small, with so many resources and people.

The more elite soldiers you consume in the early stages to win quickly, the easier it will be to counterattack when you will be weak in the middle and late stages and can only grab strong men to fill the line.

He could also get to know more knowledgeable people in the national army during these frontal battles. When he rebelled and surrendered in the future, his chances of success might be much higher due to the friendship they had fought together on the battlefield.

Just like the overcrowded temporary field hospital behind the two of them.

The people accommodated here are all soldiers of the National Government's central main force. If Liu Wei had not set up this temporary field hospital and used penicillin purified by traditional methods to save their lives, the wounded here would have had only one fate, which would have been an unknown corpse in the Battle of Shanghai.

But now, with the life-saving relationship with the Sitong Company, as long as half of the people here survive to the time when the bald man tears up the agreement and launches a civil war, the Sitong Company can do a lot with this life-saving relationship.

Wang Yi looked back and could see Wang Zizhong, who was in a clear mind, saving people by combining the images and knowledge that Wang Yi had transmitted to his mind.

In fact, these things can't help Wang Zizhong at all now, because the step of facing heavy bleeding and needing blood transfusion is enough to make Wang Zizhong helpless.

The knowledge of blood type and blood transfusion is too advanced for the medical field which is still relying on traditional Chinese medicine. Even if Wang Zizhong already knows that blood transfusion is needed, he cannot apply it to save lives now.

It was just that his unobstructed state of mind made him more able to accept the current result.

While Wang Zizhong and ten other medical practitioners were saving people, Wu Man, a Buddhist practitioner, was also among them.

What he did was simple, which was to recite Buddhist scriptures to those Kuomintang soldiers who were seriously injured and died, and give them a little hospice care in their last moments.

If people did not know that Wu Man had done so many evil things in order to attain the state of emptiness of the five aggregates, Wu Man would be seen as a compassionate monk in the eyes of outsiders. Even the old patriarch of the Wang family, who had always wanted Wu Man to die a miserable death, did not stop Wu Man from doing so.

Master Jin Guang had another companion, Mr. Huang, who had the extraordinary skill of riding a horse and moving at high speed, and he also helped out in the field hospital.

Wang Yi looked at the people in front of him, then looked at the letters from home and the military pay he brought back. Thinking of Liu Wei's concerns about the soldiers at the base area facing the Japanese attack, an idea emerged in his mind.

"Where is Li Qiang now?"

"He should be in the company now. During this period, I was in charge of the overall planning here, and he was in charge of the allocation of medicines and supplies. They were all taken back from the rich and powerful people in the company. Without him allocating them in the company, many people would have died here by now."

"Okay, I'll leave these family letters and the military pay to you. I'll go find him."

Before Liu Wei could think about it, Wang Yi slipped away and when he reappeared, he was already in the building of the East China Branch of Soitong Company in the western district of the International Settlement.

At this time, only Li Qiang's office in the Sitong Company building was still lit. In fact, engaging in business wars with these powerful and wealthy people in the Sitong Company was a bit of a waste of talent for this big boss.

The most in-demand penicillin industry chain on the market is in their hands. No matter how these powerful and wealthy people buy up the life-saving drugs in the market and use them to treat Japanese prisoners of war, it will not affect their treatment of the national army soldiers.

The money that these powerful and wealthy people pay at high prices will only go through the middleman, the Republic of China branch of the Mainland Hotel, and then return to his pocket.

The powerful and wealthy felt that they had earned favors from the Japanese, and they also got a share of the profits from mainland hotels. They could also exchange these funds for supplies to support the front lines. It was definitely a win-win situation for all three sides.

But Li Qiang himself understood that such a cycle was useless. At least the Japanese troops were gradually approaching Songhu, and its fall was a foregone conclusion.

So he was worried until Wang Yi arrived.

"Li Qiang."

"You're back? It seems that the situation on the front line is indeed not optimistic. We have done everything we can and should do. What else do we need to do?"

Li Qiang was not surprised by Wang Yi's appearance. The organization called him back from Big Brother and arranged him here to fully cooperate with Wang Yi. This was his mission.

"It's time for those comrades you brought here to do something."

"According to your arrangement, I have them all work as reporters in that mainland daily newspaper, doing clerical work. I have no objection to mobilizing them now, but what do you plan to do with them? To the front line?"

"Yes, I want to take them to the front line."

"Are you crazy?"

"I am very clear-headed. The current situation is not optimistic. I can also tell you frankly that the defeat in Songhu is inevitable. It is only a matter of time. But the problem now is that the soldiers in the base area and the comrades in the south lack experience in fighting the Japanese army. If they treat the Japanese army as the national army, they will suffer a great loss!

Being on the front line, the only thing we can do now is to record first-hand information and bring it back to the base, so that the organization can make a judgment on how to deal with the Japanese offensive in accordance with local conditions, which is our best solution at the moment. And there are some things that we need to record for future use. They also need to see the cruelty of the battlefield and think about why we lost so badly in this battle on our home ground. "

Wang Yi's words left Li Qiang silent. He sat in the chair and thought for a long time before he gave Wang Yi a reply.

"I understand your plan, but you have to give me some time. After all, they only contacted me, and it is inconvenient for you to show up. This is for the safety of your identity. In addition, there is this front line. The fighting on the other side of the river is like this. I am not worried about you and me trying to break through the enemy's blockade to the front line, but they are all mortals and do not have rich experience in fighting. I have to consider their safety as well."

"I understand this. You are responsible for the mobilization. How long will it take?"

"Three days. At least give me three days to prepare."

"Okay, just three days. You will be responsible for arranging the mobilization. As for how to send the people to the front line safely and send them back safely, I will find someone here."

"it is good!"

After finalizing the division of labor, Wang Yi took Li Qiang out of the window and delivered them to the Continental Daily, which was also located in the western district of the International Settlement.

He turned into a shadow, left the concession, and headed to the other side of the river, where the National Army camp was fighting with the Japanese army in the city.

(End of this chapter)