Chapter 38: Republic of China (2)

"Lao Wu was shot, I don't know how it is now."
Xue Wenbo lay in the trench with a weapon in his hand, and heard his comrades-in-arms speak next to him. His body was slightly lowered and sinking. Now it is time for the truce. He doesn't have to worry about where he will suddenly fly over and a cannonball will smash them. Gossiping.
"Don't you say that the paramedics have been taken away? He was shot in the chest and he doesn't know if he can be rescued."
Years are like shuttles, and now squatting in the trench they dug out by themselves, Xue Wenbo can hardly remember what he was like before he came to the battlefield.
Be polite, speak softly, or do you never speak verbally?
Xue Wenbo knows clearly that his essence has not changed, but he has come to the battlefield for more than half a year, and many of his habits have also changed with the general environment.
For example, Xue Wenbo, who is talking to his comrades, now seems to feel safe when he sees a recruit, and his head slightly rises.
"Hey! Squat down! Didn't want his mother to do it ?!"
The recruits squatted down almost instantly, scared by this furious thunder, and even a little fear appeared on the young face.
Xue Wenbo has no time to appease him. The battlefield is much worse than what he has seen in books. In the books, the number of gunfire and deaths are just a series of numbers, but in reality, he saw one with his own eyes. Comrades died on the comrades-in-arms.
He can no longer speak softly and mildly. Only severe scolding will let those young recruits who have just arrived and are ignorant of the uninformed to know the seriousness of the matter, so as to keep their lives they should not stay here.
Taking advantage of this truce, Xue Wenbo found dry grains covered with mud, drank them and ate them, then held a weapon, and leaned tightly on the soil, so that his comrades could eat with confidence. .
The war spread again, Xue Wenbo was not afraid, but just started to fight back in accordance with the rules he had learned in the past six months.
He noticed that the previously reprimanded recruit was ignorantly rushing forward with the people around him, just like he used to be.
Even if afraid.
Even fear.
Still can't flinch.
Because the country is behind them, they retire, who will protect it?

Duan Qingen got off from the rickshaw. This driver was hired by him for a long time. He knew that things were urgent, so he ran like lightning.
When he got to the place, Duan Qingen only had time to thank him for a short time, and he was drawn in by several young medical soldiers who had been standing at the door.
They were all embarrassed, and some of their clothes were torn, and there were bloodstains under the torn clothes, apparently they were attacked when they evacuated with the wounded.
The young paramedics were still trembling, and some were even crying, speechless.
The first young man who met us was quite reasonable, explaining to Duan Qingen:
"Dean, the wounded chest suffered too much bleeding, and the bullet got stuck inside. We were really afraid to perform the operation, and Dr. Lu also came, but after seeing it, he said that his physical strength might not support a surgery. Now there is Dr. Chen inside, and I can only trouble you. "
"Well, where is Dr. Lu, let him briefly explain the situation."
Duan Qingen strode forward. His legs were long and he walked so fast that he could catch up with the medical troopers running around. These paramedics were regarded as Duan Qingen's schoolmates. The broken age left them no time. It took me several years to study, and I only hurried into the medical team when I was barely able to treat the patient.
Although they are young, because they are responsible for the wounded down the battlefield, they have seen countless corpses and wounded. But every time they see a soldier who can't be rescued, the medics will be uncomfortable for a while.
The arrival of Duan Qingen is like a sedative injection in their heart, which is extremely reassuring.
Almost all medics know the name Duan Qingen.
It is said that he studied medicine abroad and rushed back to abandon doctor Congwen after an accident at home, but later, when the war was fierce again, his classmates rushed to the battlefield. He, one of the few who remained, picked up the scalpel again.
After that, he took over the family property and set up the Fuguyuan all the way.
It is undoubtedly unwise to keep orphans in such an era, because there are too many children without parental protection.
Perhaps their family members were stabbed to death by bayonet, or they were killed by shelling down from the airdrops, or they were starved to death, or they were frozen to death during the flight.
In short, there are too many death methods and too many orphans. No matter how big the Duan Qing's family's industry is, he has to bear so many children's clothing and food, which also puts him under great pressure.
Everyone thought he couldn't hold it. Everyone felt that it was just a teenager's mood to open the orphanage, and when money couldn't support the gas, the orphanage could not be opened.
But Duan Qingen held up.
He accepted orphans, invited teachers, taught them lessons, and taught them how to read books, so that they could understand a little bit. Now that they were born in the wrong era, they can be right people.
In order to maintain the expenses of the orphanage, he sold a lot of properties, opened a factory to support his livelihood, and then opened the first military hospital in Tancheng.
This military hospital was jointly funded by several gentlemen on the battlefield today. Although Duan Qingen's money still accounted for the bulk of the money, he was able to say that these gentlemen who still have some friction from time to time will contribute funds together. It is enough to explain his ability.
The opening of the military hospital made Duan Qingen's funds a little loose. After all, there was investment, but these eases could not be maintained for a long time. As long as Fu Guyuan was still there, the money he had to pay every day could make people startled.
Even if the orphans are very wise to make money, it is not enough.
At that time, these medics who were still students also thought that the brother could not sustain it.
As far as they knew, many people were thinking about investing.
Not to care for the orphanage, nor to the medical level of the military hospital, but simply to help him.
They can understand that what Duan Qingen did was to reserve the tinder for China.
While everyone is busy deciding the victory on the battlefield, he is doing his best to protect the children of Huaguo.
Even if the Chinese nation is defeated and separated, the children who have received the correct education will know that they are Chinese.
When someone couldn't help but put forward the investment, Duan Qingen unexpectedly supported it again.
The factory he started was running, and the factory mainly produced some food needed on the battlefield.
Simple and convenient, small and easy to carry, but eating can make people full immediately, so as not to be distracted by hungry stomach while fighting.
Most importantly, it's still a small piece that can be topped all day.
Although this product was said to be hungry when the product was launched in the factory, if you have not eaten normal meals and eat this kind of food for three meals a day, the human body will not be able to supply what is normally needed, and it will still weaken over time , So it is still recommended to take a meal a day to eat a normal diet.
But now is the time of war. No one can take care of the future. The gentlemen on the top see how convenient it will be when they can have these foods.
Strategic food was ordered out in batches, and Duan Qingen had money again, and these were fast-growing food. As long as the war did not end, this business would not end.
Since then, Duan Qing'en has no money at all, and he can continue to maintain the orphanage and continue to develop the military hospital.
Military hospitals welcome any medical student to study. This is a little different for other hospitals, because hospitals are often busy, patients, doctors, nurses, and family members of patients. These people are always crowded together to keep people busy. .
Duan Qingen did not think so.
At this moment, the most closely followed me looked at the person who was walking too fast in front of him, as if walking with wind, and suddenly remembered the day when he first came to the military hospital to study.
For these students, it is difficult to have a hospital that is willing to accept them, because they are young and immature, and they can do nothing when they arrive at the hospital. Watching them cure and save people later.
No one likes to follow someone who can't help you when you're busy, especially during wartime. The war makes everyone's irritability factor very active. When a doctor walks on the road suddenly When I remember that I should check the room, or want to go to the bathroom, and suddenly turned around, but bumped into a group of useless students, the irritability factor in his body is likely to make him swear at these young students.
While they were still in school, I heard the brothers who went to the hospital mentioned these things, and they were afraid of the future.
But the military hospital belonging to Duan Qingen did not have the kind of suffocating atmosphere.
No matter how busy they are, the doctors try to treat them with a good attitude. Occasionally, there are surgery that is of learning value, and someone will tell them specifically so that they can learn by watching.
Later they learned that this was the intention of Duan Qing'en Dean.
He said, "I know that everyone is busy and do n’t want to make people mess, but when everyone has nothing, the doctors present are excellent no matter where they are placed, but your knowledge is not born. That is, everyone needs to learn. These students are now in the learning stage, the stage we have gone through and they are going through. "
"We will eventually grow old. When we are old, we can no longer participate in treatment. Someone will have to take over. If everyone is in trouble, they are not willing to bring students. They ca n’t learn anything. After that, who will come to take over Our class? "
The doctor who told them about this matter sighed with shame when they said: "In fact, everyone knows these things, but can't help it, you know, when you are busy, you see a bunch of idlers, and you always have Be a little unbalanced. "
"But the dean gave us a picture and you will come to our stage later, and we feel much better."
Speaking of this, he laughed, "Enjoy it. When you reach my age, you can take students, but don't forget to exclude them. We will leave the world one day, but our students will Some things are kept, passed down from generation to generation, extracting the essence, discarding the dregs, and in the long run, we can be considered to have reached eternal life. "
From that moment, the student took Duan Qingen as his object of worship.
From ancient times to today, as long as it is a major that involves teaching, it is inevitable that the heritage will be broken.
Inheritance is passed down from generation to generation, maybe in the middle, or in the end, the difference of a person's thoughts can make the inheritance in that place.
Master teaches his apprentices, always hiding one's hand.
When the apprentice grows up to become a master, he has to hide his hand.
How many things can be left over from generation to generation.
Since that day, the student quietly wrote a diary, saying that it was a diary. In fact, I remember all of them were Duan Qingen.
[Mr. came to the hospital to perform the operation in person today. He rescued a child who was punctured with a bayonet for more than a dozen knives. Because the operation was too difficult, we were allowed to watch. No one made a sound. I finally found myself crying when the husband announced the success of the operation.
There is blood on Mr. Gloves and the surgical gown. Even the face was splashed with blood because of the child's blood vessel rupture. He has been standing in front of the operating table for several hours, his forehead is covered with sweat beads. Yes, but also tall. 】
He called Mr. Duan Qingen a gentleman, and he was a very noble name in his eyes, because now those who are in power can be called Mr.
He felt that Duan Qingen deserved to be called. Although he usually met, he only dared to call the dean.
He keeps a lot of diaries like this, and he writes down these things instead of inviting merit to show how much he worships Duan Qingen.
Rather, I want to be a recorder, to record what he has done, and wait a hundred years, if China is still there, and they are not there, these diaries can tell the world.
What a good man once was, and it is here.
Since this student went to be a medical paramedic, he has rarely seen Duan Qingen again. This is a long-lost meeting, and he is no longer the student who could only stand on the side and watch silently.
He can help Mr.
After listening to Dr. Lu's brief explanation, Duan Qingen quickly changed into surgical gown, put on a mask, and entered the operating room.
With the arrival of these medics, the military hospital was busy again. Because the medics sent the soldier and knew him best, he ordered a medic as his assistant.
As for the others ...
Duan Qingen swept over these young people, his voice slowed down, "Go to the nurse to help bandage the wounds on your body."
The paramedics supported each other and left, leaving only the one who was not injured.
That was a very young guy. Duan Qingen faintly remembered him. He should have been studying in a military hospital. The impression was a very serious and talented young man.
He should adore him, after all, the young man would look at him with shining eyes every time he met.
After entering the operating room, Duan Qingen first heard a groan, which was wounded.
He frowned, stepped forward, took over the doctor who was standing there, and asked quickly, "What's going on?"
The doctor was sweating all over his head and shaking his hands. He slowed for a second before using a dry voice to say as calmly as possible: "The injured person is allergic to anesthetics and cannot be anesthetized."
There are still two bullets in his body, and now one of them is threatening him, and if they want to take out these two bullets, they must cut the flesh with a scalpel.
The lying wounded man murmured again. Hearing the doctor's words, he lifted his head hard, with sweat on his forehead, and said intermittently and hardly: "It doesn't matter ... just do it, I can bear it."
Duan Qingen knew why he was called over urgently.
The doctor can cut the flesh and take out the bullet on any injured person, but if the injured person is not anesthetized, the pain will make him unable to resist the struggling, tighten the flesh, the bullet is okay in the usual place, and hit the chest. Locally, any struggle may lead to a life-saving scalpel for doctors.
There is no time for Duan Qingen to consider these.
"Give him a mouthpiece, don't let him bite himself."
"You two, hold the wounded hand, you two, hold the wounded foot."
After quickly ordering, Duan Qingen picked up the scalpel and landed on the wounded chest.
"Well----"
The wounded soldier raised his neck violently, all of which were cramped by force, and after groaning, he seemed to have exhausted all the oxygen in his body and could only breathe vigorously.
The medical parade was not arranged, and he did not dare to ask Duan Qingen to make his own arrangements during such a crisis, but he could only go to the soldier's head and cheer for him quietly.
"Head Wu, hold on, your wife is still waiting for you at home."
He still remembers that they were busy helping the Wu head to stop bleeding along the way, but he didn't panic at all, except for the eyebrows that were slightly raised because of the pain, cold sweat on his head, and blood. He looks completely wounded.
"Don't be so afraid. I can't die. My wife is still waiting for me."
He has heard of the Wu head. He is said to be very powerful and has won many victories and saved many people.
When he did not study medicine, he was a small child, a teenager, and followed his parents in Huangcheng. At that time Huangcheng was occupied by the enemy. His father was a scholar and he knew some foreign languages. On that day, they were driven away. When he went out, his father understood the words of those people, and was pale in his arms.
"They are going to kill us all."
The father shook his hand and shook his voice, and his voice was also shaking. He said to his child, "Dad will always take you, and if your father falls to the ground, you will fall to the ground. No matter what happens, you cannot open your eyes. Can't make a sound, you know? "
At that time, he didn't know his father was going to protect him by himself so that he could lie to the evil spirits with bayonet.
But when all of them were taken to a big pit, and someone forced them to jump down, his father cried.
He knew that there was no hope. Whether they would die under bayonet or bullets, their bodies would be buried in this pit, dead or buried, not buried alive.
He couldn't protect his son.
Afterwards, like a miracle, the Chinese army came.
They exchanged blood for civilians in a city.
At that time, he had injured his leg without being trained in medicine and was carried out by a soldier. Later, his father decided to take him away. When his father took him to Wucheng, he chose to study medicine.
Be a medic.
You saved me once, and when I grow up, I can save you.
While in the car, he simply prayed that Chairman Wu could survive.
I don't know if the soldiers heard this sentence, he just bit the mouthpiece in his mouth more firmly, and his eyes were full of tears.
Soldier iron tears, this is alive and painful.
The people next to me all raised their hearts, and their eyes were full of tension. Only Duan Qingen, who was standing by the bed, was still as stable as ever, and his face was completely calm.
A bullet was taken out.
The last bullet was deeper and more dangerous. The scalpel had just cut deeper into the meat.
"Well------"
The wooden mouthpiece was bitten.
The soldiers issued an unbearable tragic pain, "Ahhhhhhhhh"
Duan Qingen changed his tools, his eyes did not move away from the wound a little bit, the mouth under the mask opened up for questioning, calmly diverted the soldier's attention by speaking, "How old are you?"
"Forty ... less than forty."
The soldier gritted his teeth, and even if the pain swept the whole body, he still answered the doctor.
"Is there anyone else at home?"
Soldier: "No."
He spit out a word, "My father and mother ... killed by stray bullets, my daughter-in-law, pregnant, was caught by devils, forced by them ... uh-"
The soldier's painful eyes were blood red, his body bounced, and his limbs were bound and he couldn't move. He gasped, "he was forced to jump into the river."
Every piece of his wet hair seemed to be stained with sweat, and he trembled as he breathed, "I was an ordinary farmer at the time, went into the city ... wow ... when I bought a quilt, when I came back, The whole family is gone. "
Duan Qingen saw the bullet, he caught it, carefully and slowly avoided the surrounding danger zone, and raised it up a little.
Even if he was doing such a dangerous thing, he could still part his mind and said to the head Wu, "You are the only one in your family. If you die, who will avenge them?"
"Yeah, that's all, I'm alone."
The soldier's eyes were a little slack, feeling that life was withdrawing a little from himself, but he refused to leave.
"I can't, leave, I want to kill the devils, drive them ... Ah !! Drive them out of China."
"My daughter-in-law, my father and mother, they are all ... waiting for me, waiting for me to avenge them ... I'm going to live, uh-"
--Ding.
The bullet, stained with blood, was placed in a tray and hit the face with the bullet that came out before.
Duan Qingen began to quickly stitch the wound, stop bleeding, everything was fast and silent.
The soldiers felt that he could not sustain it.
His head fell weakly, his eyes looked at the bright light, and he suddenly felt sleepy and wanted to sleep.
How long haven't you slept well?
Endless fighting, blood, sacrifice.
There was no more pain on his face, but he was gradually confused, with a touch of peace.
"Head Wu!"
The young medic found that he was wrong. He had seen many dead on the battlefield and he knew that it was near-death.
After he called subconsciously, he turned to his most admired gentleman.
"Dean, head Wu, he ..."
Duan Qingen didn't look up, but just asked, "Did you encounter any accidents on your way?"
The soldier, who had gradually blurred his consciousness, suddenly became clever and opened his eyes.
"The paramedics carried me to the car."
"We were attacked, ..."
He said agonizingly, word by word, his eyes blank and painful, and finally he closed his eyes.
"A paramedic was killed to save me."
The medic standing next to the bed stunned, "No, the journey is smooth ..."
He suddenly stopped talking.
The paramedic lowered his head and looked at his hand, which was passing through the soldier's head.
It's not too slow to remember.
Strictly speaking, in fact, it can't be said that it is only to save Wu's head, but to save all the wounded.
They were fighting on the front, bleeding and sweating, and wounded, when they were weakest.
They fought for the country, and as a medic, he fought for them.
It's not self-sacrifice or something, it's just human instinct.
Instinctively wants to guard these soldiers fighting for the country.
Instinctively, want to do something.
The eyes of the soldiers on the operating bed re-glowed.
He cannot die.
If he dies, the sacrifice of that paramedic is in vain.
He wants to survive, then return to the battlefield, and continue to defend their country.

"He has stabilized. If nothing else happens, his life must be saved."
Out of the operating room, Duan Qingen changed his surgical gown and found a medical soldier sitting on the steps with his knees in the left door next to the operating room.
The young man's original stupid face was surprised by his words, "Can you see me?"
"Yeah, you see it."
Duan Qingen sat next to the medical paramedics, followed his previous sight, and looked at the outer city of Wucheng.
"I thought, no, I mean ..."
The medic who had been immersed in the dazed and lost mood became visible to the naked eye. His eyes were bright, looking at Duan Qingen's sight full of worship.
"Dean, I and I have always wanted to tell you that you are a great and great person, and I dream of becoming a person like you !!"
He stumbled, and just like that, it was because of the excitement of death that he had the courage to say it.
If he is still alive, these words are someone who borrowed eighteen of his courage, I am afraid he would not dare to speak to Duan Qingen.
Duan Qingen looked at his young face.
How old is he?
twenty one? twenty? Or smaller?
The paramedics were still stuttering, "I once dreamed of you, and you are really amazing. If I had half of you, no, one tenth would be great."
Duan Qingen was separated, and he touched his head, as if treating a child.
"You are already an amazing person."
The paramedic's expression on his face was even more agitated, and he could hardly believe that the person he admired the most had said to him.
Duan Qingen: "Go to reincarnation. I've seen it. You can reincarnate in China a hundred years later. That was a good time."
"A hundred or a hundred years from now?"
Obviously, a hundred years is a little too far away for the young medical soldiers, but after being shocked, he soon fell into excitement. "Do you mean, will our China remain a hundred years later?"
He wasn't as happy as a person who had just died. He stood up and danced, "Did our country win? Did we survive?"
"Yeah, we will win."
Maybe it's because Duan Qingen can see himself, maybe because he always admires this person, or it is because in his subconscious mind that the person he admires is omnipotent, and the medics easily believed Duan Qingen's words.
With bright eyes, he looked curiously and hopefully at the person he admired, "Sir, what will China look like a hundred years later?"
Duan Qingen answered.
"A hundred years later, most of the Chinese people will be able to eat and wear warm clothes. The country will take care of those who cannot help themselves. Children without parents will be sent to orphanages. Orphans can also go to school, and children can enter school for free. If the family is poor, they can also apply for state subsidies. A child like yours should be in college in China in a hundred years. "
There are college students now, but this name is too distant and admirable for the medics. Hearing himself to be a college student, he was surprised and at a loss. "I, I don't deserve it, I have too few things That's the university. "
"It doesn't matter, before you go to college, you will go to elementary school, middle school, high school, and the teacher will teach you."
As soon as the medic thought that he could go to college in the future, he couldn't stop the smile on his face. He touched his head and asked, "Are China, a hundred years away, not going to fight?"
"do not fight."
Duan Qingen gave an affirmative answer: "A hundred years from China, everyone is eager to join the army. Everyone is free to walk on the street. Beautiful women do not have to worry about being taken away. At night, they It will light up. It ’s as bright as daylight. Now, the diseases we ca n’t save are mostly overcome in a hundred years. Everyone will pay something called medical insurance. When you get sick, the country will help pay most of the money. cost."
"Every child will be vaccinated when they are born. As long as the child is vaccinated, he will not have to worry about the disease, such as the measles vaccine, and he will not get measles in the future."
"So good ?!"
The paramedics quickly asked: "What about tuberculosis? Can tuberculosis be cured?"
His father died of tuberculosis.
"There are anti-TB drugs."
Duan Qingen was very patient with this young man who had just died.
The paramedics heard it and smirked twice. "Sir, I don't think I'm dead now. I'm going to heaven, as the foreign devils said."
"Everyone can eat without fighting."
He repeated, a pair of eyes full of longing, and a little can't believe it: "A hundred years later, our China has become so good?"
Duan Qingen looked at the smirking child, "It will become so good, because now you have worked hard a hundred years ago."
"Great."
The paramedics laughed very happily, laughing and crying, "It's great to make it so good."
"Sir, can my father go there too? If he gets tuberculosis, he won't have to worry about cure."
Duan Qingen shook his head: "I haven't seen your father and can't see his future, but I think he should go too."
"Sir, can you see the future of people? What does my future look like? I mean, the future of Huaguo after I went a hundred years."
Duan Qingen looked into his eyes, straight, as if through a hundred years.
"You are lively and popular, wearing a black hat and eating bread. There are many children the same size as you, and you stand up as if you are discussing something with those children."
The paramedics were even happier.
He is so big that he hasn't eaten bread. That is something that only foreigners can afford.
Death did not cause him pain, but filled him with hope and joy.
"Then how do I reincarnate, sir, will you remember me after my reincarnation?"
He was a bit shy and a little eager to look at Duan Qingen: "You are the best person I have ever met, and I want you to remember me."
"Sure, what's your name?"
The medic smiled happily. "My name is Song Jien."
Duan Qingen nodded, indicating that he had taken down, "My name is Duan Qingen. Our names are still alike."
The young guy was a little embarrassed. "Actually, I did n’t call this name. When I was a kid, my father and I were rescued when they were pitted. My father changed my name to Song Jien, which meant to let me remember the kindness. . "
"Good name, you did it."
The medic looked at Duan Qingen who was slowly standing up, realizing that he was going to send himself away.
He asked the last question in the world as Song Jien: "Sir, why can you see me?"
Duan Qingen held out his hand and took him forward. A small path that had never appeared before was exposed to the two.
They embarked on this path, surrounded by countless flowers, dazzling and vibrant.
"Because there are too many spirits that should not be lost in this era."
Among the numerous flowers, the medic saw a large aperture, and Duan Qingen took him to the aperture.
"All efforts have been made, they should get a good ending, they should know what their efforts have brought, they should go to the future they had longed for and could not reach, and my existence is to heal them, so that they have no regrets Leave. "
"go in."
The doctor, still wearing a white coat, with a handsome appearance, faced him with a smile.
"You guys are worth it."
The medic glanced at him gratefully, stepping into the aperture with hope.
Duan Qingen stood there, watching the aperture slowly turn into a door, and the door slowly opened to allow the medical paramedics to enter.
What he paid and worked for was the future world in exchange for those sweat and blood, pain and sacrifice.
After all, opened a door for him and accepted him.