Delivery man on the battlefield: Start with the sword

Chapter 92 Surgery

Wang Zhifei looked at Chen Xiaozui. He looked like he was no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. How could Meng Fanle have the heart to do that to him?
Not that, it's stealing.

After Chen Xiaozui looked at me for a while, he asked, "Who are you? How do you know me? Have you seen my brother? When will my brother come back?"

"You are Chen Xiaozui? Your brother is called Chen Xiaojiu? The one nicknamed Crazy Wine Chen?"

Chen Xiaozui nodded quickly: "My brother hasn't been home for more than a year. Three months ago, his salary was cut off. Do you know where he went?"

"Let's go in and talk." Wang Zhifei said.

When Wang Zhifei mentioned Lanjiu Chen, Meng Fanle remained silent. Lanjiu Chen was their company commander. He was the one who used a Molotov cocktail to attack the Little Gaga tank, but failed to hit the Little Gaga and instead the Molotov cocktail was broken. Lanjiu Chen was burned to death. He was the Lanjiu Chen who borrowed the fire.

"Yes! Yes! Come in!" Chen Xiaozui hurriedly let someone in, then he realized that he was still holding a hatchet in his other hand, so he quickly threw it aside.

It was indeed so reckless and bumpy that none of the crab's eight legs were in the right place.

When they got into the house, Wang Zhifei put the food on the ground and signaled Meng Fanle to put the canned food there as well.

Chen Xiaozui was making a lot of noises, and it seemed that he just wanted to boil water for Wang Zhifei and Meng Fanle, but when he took this, that one fell down, and he was in a mess for a while.

"Stop busying yourself! Let's talk about business. He, Meng Fanle, is the deputy company commander in your brother's company. Your brother entrusted you to him. It's up to you whether he should be treated as a brother or a man.

However, his leg was injured and he needed surgery. The sanitary conditions where we live are poor, so I brought him to you.

See if you can help take care of her for a few days. Don't worry, it's not in vain. I'll pay you!"

"What's the point of money? Just come! Just don't mind my clumsiness. My brother always says I have eight legs like a crab, but none of them are in the right place...

……

Brother Meng, you are back, why is my brother not back yet? I..."

"We have plenty of time to talk about your brother's matter. Can we perform surgery on him first?" Wang Zhifei interrupted Chen Xiaozui.

"I, I can't do anything." Chen Xiaozui said, rubbing his hands.

"I can do it, just help me!"

"Wait a minute? Wait a minute, Commander, can you help me perform the operation? Can you do it?" Meng Fanle didn't care about the rotten wine at this time, and spoke in a panic.

"You, Qing, just wait."

Wang Zhifei found a place in the room and made a simple operating bed. As for comfort, forget it. Not to mention comfort, it couldn't even be aseptic. Fortunately, it was just a minor operation.

After local anesthesia, Wang Zhifei poked Meng Fanle's wound after a while: "Do you feel it?"

Meng shook his head in annoyance.

"how about this?"

Meng was annoyed and shook his head again.

"Fortunately, the local anesthesia did not fail, otherwise I would be in trouble with the general anesthesia!"

Wang Zhifei skillfully cleaned the wound, removed the dead flesh, stopped bleeding, applied medicine, sutured, and left drainage...

It didn't take that long to complete a set, even longer than the time spent preparing the skin.

Meng was so annoyed that he used more than fifty cotton balls just to wipe his legs. After wiping, his legs turned a different color from before.

Finally, Wang Zhifei skillfully took out the IV bottle, wiped the back of Meng Fanle's hand, and hung up the anti-inflammatory drug for him.

"How long have you not showered? I used more than fifty alcohol cotton balls to wipe your leg.

Well, after rubbing, your legs are thinner."

Wang Zhifei teased Meng Fanle.

"Pfft!"

Chen Xiaozui couldn't help laughing. Seeing Wang Zhifei looking at him, he said in a panic, "I, I'll go throw these things away."

Then he picked up the garbage on the ground and ran out like the wind.

"Commander, we didn't have such a thing, so how come you entrusted it to me? Marriage is a big deal, it's up to the parents and the matchmaker..."

"Don't give me that! Your company commander died for you, and now there's only one girl left, all alone and helpless. It would be fine if you didn't see her, but if you did, can you still ignore her?

In what capacity are you in charge? It's your parents' order. Can you still contact your parents now?
Good men don't join the army, good iron doesn't make nails, what's the matter? Is her youth and beauty not worthy of a lame soldier like you? "

"no……"

"What do you mean not? Didn't I tell you? She can treat you as a brother or a man. If you really don't want to, then just treat her as a sister.

Besides, people may not like you if you are sloppy and only 1.6 meters tall with your left foot and 1.7 meters tall with your right foot. "

"No, she asked about her brother, what should I say?" Meng was annoyed and anxious.

"Why do you say that it's your business? What does it have to do with me? Stop it. Xiaozui is back. To be honest, if my identity didn't allow it, do you think it would be your turn?"

Wang Zhifei said.

"I……"

"Xiaozui, come here, I'll tell you, when this is empty, switch it to this, and when this is empty, take out the needle.

It will take about three hours to finish, so don't rush. Besides, he hasn't eaten yet, so you can just make something for him.

Because of the injury, you can't eat spicy food, dog meat, donkey meat, peaches, mangoes, etc. You can just cook something according to your preference. By the way, you can't eat anything too greasy!
I will come to see him tomorrow. If he has any problem tonight, such as a high fever, he can come to the refugee camp to find me."

"I understand!" Chen Xiaozui nodded repeatedly.

Wang Zhifei took out ten dollars and put them on the table: "Use this money first. He can't move his leg for at least seven days. Thank you for your concern."

"No need! No need, sir..." Chen Xiaozui waved his hands repeatedly.

"Be obedient! Take it! Fanle, this is for you. Use it for self-defense. Do you know how to use it?" Wang Zhifei placed his own pistol on the head of Meng Fanle's bed.

"No need." Meng Fanle said, looking at the gun.

"If you don't need it, teach Chen Xiaozui how to use it. She is alone and may need it. I'm leaving now, you guys can chat!" Wang Zhifei got up and left.

After sending Chen Xiaozui out, Wang Zhifei only said: Meng Fanle still needs care over there.

Chen Xiaozui ran back in a hurry.

"The door isn't closed yet."

She ran back and closed the door.

"Don't forget to bring the hatchet in."

Another flurry of footsteps...

Wang Zhifei...

This Chen Xiaozui.

Wang Zhifei shook his head and walked towards the shelter.

……

"Salute! Hello, sir!"

The guard standing guard at the entrance of the shelter saw Wang Zhifei coming back and saluted immediately.

Although Wang Zhifei had not been in the refugee camp for long, his legend had spread. It was said that as long as one became a member of the largest courtyard in the refugee camp, one would never have to worry about food and drink.

(End of this chapter)