Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

A soldier pointed to the door of the conference room and asked, obviously he was still worried about the condition of the wounded.

The army is a very special place, and soldiers are also a very special group.

Even if they are in the same unit, they are not familiar with each other, and they don't even know their names, but they can still call each other comrades-in-arms.

Such a relationship in the outside world is a stranger. Walking on the street every day, you will meet countless strangers, maybe they will look at each other, and maybe they will pass by.

In short, there is a high probability that there will not be any intersection in this life.

But it's different in the army. They fought a battle together, even though they are still strangers, but they have a lifelong friendship.

The emotions of soldiers are not all rough and branched, and in some respects they are also very delicate.

For example, at this moment, who is lying in the conference room, and the soldiers sitting outside can't tell, but this does not prevent them from caring.

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This kind of feeling is, I don't know your name, I don't know how old you are, I don't know where your hometown is, I only know that you are my brother.

Brothers who have gone to the battlefield side by side, faced death together, and fought firmly for the sacred belief in their hearts.

It is human nature to care about one's brother, nothing more normal.

And this kind of concern is the purest, without any elements of interest, just wanting to know how you are now, and wishing you to be safe from the bottom of your heart.

Qiao Lin has been a soldier for several generations, and he is very familiar with the mood of the soldiers at the moment.

He also hoped that the wounded inside would be fine, and that after a period of recuperation, they would be able to return to the army alive and well.

But he also knows that some things cannot be solved by hope alone.

He really wanted to tell the soldiers that all the comrades in the operation would be fine.

But he worried that the final result would disappoint everyone.

"Do your best to obey the destiny!"

After a moment of silence, Qiao Lin said lightly.

What can be done has already been done, and what can be worked hard has also been worked hard. As for the result, we must treat it with a peaceful mind.

The soldiers were stunned for a moment, and they all understood the meaning of Qiao Lin's words.

"Damn little devils, without them, would we need to kill so many people?"

A soldier cursed angrily.

The other soldiers also began to scold the little devil one after another. For a while, it was like a quarrel in the corridor, and there were endless curses.

Jorin didn't stop them, because the fighters were right.

In order to satisfy their own selfish desires, the aggressors use improper means to infringe others. Shouldn't the victim be allowed to scold them?

The two words of scolding are both mild. According to Qiao Lin's temper, killing one when he sees one is the correct response.

"stop fighting!"

The door of the conference room was opened, and a nurse stood at the door and called.

The corridor immediately fell silent, and the excited soldiers stared blankly at the female nurse who was shouting, and all stood up from the ground in the next second.

"There is a wounded man who lost a lot of blood and urgently needs a blood transfusion. The hospital has no spare plasma. Which of you has type A blood?"

The nurse didn't care about the cigarette butts all over the floor and the previous noise, and hurriedly explained the current difficulties.

"Use mine."

"Use mine."

. . . . . .

The soldiers all surrounded him with their arms raised.

"You all have type A blood? You can't use different blood types."

The nurse was a little skeptical, although the existence of type A blood among these soldiers could not be ruled out, but all of them were type A blood, which is too coincidental.

The soldiers were all dumbfounded, they only knew that blood flowed from the human body, but they really didn't understand the blood type, let alone their own blood type.

"Draw me, I have type O blood."

Qiao Lin rolled up his sleeves, he knew his blood type.

"Come in."

The nurse didn't ask any more questions, and let Qiao Lin directly into the meeting room.

Fifteen wounded were lying on fifteen hospital beds, and doctors and nurses were standing beside each hospital bed, and they were constantly busy, trying their best to save the lives of these wounded.

Gauze and bandages used to wipe blood were strewn all over the floor, and there were even cut carrion in the tray beside the bed.

There was a smell of blood in the air. There were hundreds of medical staff in the huge meeting room. They were very nervous and busy, but everything was in order.

No one talked, it was unusually quiet, only the occasional sound of surgical instruments colliding could be heard.

"You haven't had your stitches removed yet?"

The nurse signaled Qiao Lin to take off his shirt, and was about to wipe his arms with the alcohol cotton, when he saw the dense wounds on his body at a glance, and several places were still stitched, she cried out in fright.

She has to treat the wounds of the wounded every day. She has seen countless wounded of all kinds, but she has never seen so many wounds on one person like Qiao Lin.

"It's about to be disassembled, you should draw blood first."

Jolin said nonchalantly.

It is said that the scars on the body represent the glory of a man, and Qiao Lin is equivalent to having medals all over his body.

For a moment, he was also vaguely proud.

The thick needle was stuck into the blood vessel, and [-] milliliters of blood flowed into the blood bag. The nurse quickly conducted a cross-matching test, and after confirming that there was no rejection, the blood from Qiao Lin's body was transfused into the soldier who had lost too much blood.

"Comrade, let's also test the blood types of the fighters outside. If there is another blood use situation, there is no need to make a temporary match."

Qiao Lin put on his clothes, pressed the needle hole with a cotton ball, and suggested to the nurse.

"Makes sense."

The nurse thought about it, and felt that this idea gave full play to the central idea of ​​being prepared. After saying hello to the dean, she went out with Qiao Lin.

"Brother Joe, what's the matter?"

As soon as Qiao Lin came out, the soldiers gathered around to inquire.

"The blood transfusion has already been given, and the situation is still stable for the time being. You and this nurse comrade should go and test the blood type. If there is another blood use later, there is no need to rush."

Qiao Lin nodded, squatted down against the corner and said to the soldiers.

After drawing [-] milliliters of blood at once, he also felt a little dizzy.

When the soldiers heard that blood might still be used, they stopped asking any more questions and immediately lined up with the nurse to get their blood type tested.

Jolin took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath.

It's almost midnight, and I don't know when the operation will end.

Can these wounded survive?

. . . . . .

Half an hour later, the soldiers who went to test their blood types came back under the leadership of the nurses. They lined up and squatted in the corridor as before, muttering about their blood types in a low voice.

"Type A."

"Type B."

"Type AB."

"Type O."

. . . . . .

Everything was calm again, and the longer the operation took, the more worried the soldiers became.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the conference room was opened again, and the dean came out from inside, standing directly in front of Qiao Lin, pulling off the mask on his face, with a serious expression on his face.

"Dean, is something wrong?"

Qiao Lin stood up with his back against the wall, and asked nervously.

Even he himself didn't realize that his voice was trembling at the moment.

"There is a very troublesome situation. These wounded have been delayed for too long, and the wounds have a large area of ​​infection. The medicines stored in the hospital are no longer enough. You have to prepare for the worst."

The dean patted Qiao Lin on the shoulder and said regretfully.

He recognized the young man in front of him, and it was hard for him not to remember that he had been told several times by the deputy commander to take good care of him.

All the surgeons in the hospital were concentrated in the operation, and everyone tried their best, but the shortage of medicines was a blemish, and it could not be solved by doctors' skills alone.

The situation of the wounded is not optimistic now. Although the bullets have been taken out, the bleeding has been effectively stopped.

However, the injury time is too long, and the virus and bacterial infection caused by the deterioration of the wound cannot be solved with a scalpel alone.

"drug..."

Qiao Lin's eyes froze, and he muttered to himself.

Seeing his appearance, the dean was about to comfort him.

"By the way, there are medicines in the car!"

Qiao Lin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he ran towards the truck parked in the yard.

The rest of the soldiers also hurried to catch up.

I was busy rushing along the way and helping with the preparations, and even forgot the medicines I brought.

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Facts have proved that no matter how clever the brain is, there will be times when it is negligent.

When you pay attention to one thing, you tend to ignore other things, even Qiao Lin is no exception.

When he was in Boyang City, he considered that the hospital might use medicines when rescuing the wounded, and he specially asked the soldiers to bring all the medicines from the little devil's hospital with them.