Vol 3 Chapter 69: See a doctor in the provincial capital

Liu Yanzhi took the centenarians across time and space to 1943 to be of great use. How could he be shot as a hindrance? He carried Liu Xiaoyong on his back and walked down the mountain without saying a word.
Old Cheng was shot in the head and shoulder, and a transparent hole was punched in the 38th big cover. It looked scary. In fact, the injury was much lighter than Liu Xiaoyong. Guan Lu wanted to help him. Old Cheng head waved his hand: "The road is slippery. Be careful, girl."
　　 Everyone followed Liu Yan straight down the mountain. Only Ji Yu was stunned. Liu Yan turned his head and said, "Mr Ji, do you plan to stay to enjoy the moon?"
　　 Ji Yugan said: "Did you not notice that there are horses in the fort?"
In order to build the fort, the Japanese army drove the villagers to build a mountain road, but the car could not get up. The transportation of supplies was all carried by mules and horses. Just now Ji Yugan found a few large animals in the stables when he was looking for a first aid kit. use.
　　 So, the traversing group has achieved animal power, Ji Yugan went and brought five "horses" over, the old head of Cheng smiled when he saw it: "Wow, this is a horse, it is a big green mule."
Only one of the five "horses" is a regular army horse, and the other four are mules forcibly recruited by the people. The load-bearing capacity and endurance of mules are very strong, and they are not suitable for war, but they are better for work than horses and donkeys. use.
　　 Each has a mule, and Ji Yu is riding on the only horse. He quietly handed Guan Lu a pistol. It was a Southern Fourteen-Year Style found from a Japanese officer: "Take self-defense and be careful of fire."
　　 "Keep the broken gun for yourself." Guan Lu didn't appreciate it at all, not because he didn't give President Ji face, but because he knew that the southern pistol was not very reliable.
Ji Yu did not reluctantly, sticking a pistol on his belt, flashing a flashlight, and went down the mountain first. The wounded and Guan Lu walked in the middle. Liu Yan straightened behind the hall. The small team took forty minutes to go down the mountain. Liu Xiaoyong was tied to the saddle by a rope. Has passed out due to excessive blood loss.
　　 "If you continue to bump, you will die before entering the city." Ji Yuqian said, "I am too old to withstand the toss."
"You wait. I'll go to the nearby village to find a carriage." Liu Yan rode away on the mule, leaving them standing in the wind. The moon was black and the wind was high. Guan Lu couldn't help shivering. Then he looked at the old head of Cheng and raised it with one hand. With a 38 gun, watching the surroundings vigilantly, like a veteran on the battlefield, his heart slowly settled.
There is a natural village a few miles away. Liu Yanzhi has gone to borrow more than once. He is familiar with the road and found the village committee a few years later. This is now the big house of the landlord, with high walls and blue tiles on the roof. The thatched houses of the tenant households have a strong contrast.
Liu Yan went straight into the yard and went straight to the hall. The watchdog in the yard was awakened. He pricked his ears and rushed towards the attacking enemy. Liu Yan kicked him into the air. The light in the east wing of the hall was lit, and a voice tremblingly asked. Said: "Which hero is it?"
　　 "Me!" Liu Yan said straight, puncturing the window paper with a box cannon, and the barrel of the gun stuck in, "Come and borrow something and open the door."
　　 "My hero, it's late at night, there are female family members in the house, it is convenient to talk through the window." That voice was timid and helpless.
　　 "Don't open the door, I threw a grenade in." Liu Yan threatened.
　　 "The hero, wait a moment." The sound of Xixi Suosuo was putting on clothes. After a while, the door opened. He was a fat white man in his fifties, and he must be the owner of this house.
Liu Yanzhi was covered in blood, holding a box cannon, and he was so fierce that he scared the landlord to stagger and almost sat on the ground. The gunshots on the top of Cuiwei Mountain just hit tightly. Those who dare to touch the Japanese on the edge of the provincial city are definitely desperadoes. In the ages, people were very courageous, and the landlord was considered to have gone through the storms. He courageously asked: "What is the command of the hero, the younger one must do so."
　　 "Set up a car for me." Liu Yan said straight, pushed the landlord open and entered the door, and went straight to the bedroom of the East House. The landlord sprinted behind and followed: "Good man, I can't help it."
　　 There was a person lying on the carved mahogany canopy bed in the bedroom, wrapped in a quilt shivering, Liu Yan pulled up the quilt, revealing a piece of snow white wearing only a red belly.
　　 The landlord closed his eyes in pain, and said that this time was bad, and the little wife was going to be borrowed.
　　 Liu Yanzhi threw the quilt to the landlord: "Fold it up, find two more clean quilts for me to enlarge the car."
　　 The landlord suddenly realized: "The hero only needs to be caught?"
　　 Liu Yan snorted, not looking at the person on the bed at all. The landlord let out a sigh of relief. This gentleman is a gentleman who only grabs things and does not grab people.
　　 "Get me some more clothes, one for women, and three for men." Liu Yan looked straight at the blood suit on her body. It was obviously impossible to enter the city in this suit. He had to dress up in disguise.
The landlord heard that he didn’t want money or smoke. As long as the cart was full of quilts and clothes, he was happy again. He moved a lot more quickly. He found a lot of his own clothes and sent them to the cart together with three quilts. He also got up, helped set up a donkey cart, and the family respectfully sent Liu Yan out.
　　 With the cart, Liu Xiaoyong can lie down and enter the city. The landlord’s satin-faced quilt is covered with a bed, he crossed the group and changed clothes, burned his blood clothes, and headed towards Omi City overnight.
At dawn, I arrived at Jinjiang City. The scale of the city at this time was very small. The blue-gray city wall was still a product of the Ming Dynasty’s legacy of the Qing Dynasty’s repairs. During the war, the provincial city curfew, the city gate just opened in the morning, and the traffickers brought the goods endlessly. Entering the city, a notice of wanted anti-Japanese elements was posted at the gate of the city. Two puppet troops carrying big guns stood feebly. This is not a war zone. The imperial army is not very vigilant, and the puppet government is responsible for public security matters.
How to enter the city has long been discussed. Under the guidance of the experienced anti-Japanese warrior Lao Chengtou, Ji Yuqian dressed in a robe and a green hat to pretend to be a young master. Liu Yanzhi was dressed in a black trouser coat and a copper headband around his waist. With the speed machine plugged in and pretending to be a bodyguard, Guan Lu was sitting on the carriage in the big flower jacket of the landlord's wife, and the old Cheng head was carrying a whip. He didn't need to dress up, he was just like a handlebar.
A group of people went straight to the gate. The puppet army was very acquainted. For those poor people who carried firewood and vegetables, they would pierce their noses and eyes. They had to look at the certificate of good citizenship and search their bodies. They would not dare to intervene with high-ranking officials. Without letting go, he watched the traversing group enter the gate of the city, and they murmured after they left.
　　 "Which rich man is this? That auntie looks pretty handsome."
　　 "Shhhhhhhhh, be careful when people hear you slap your big mouth."
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The provincial capital originally had a regular hospital. When it was occupied, Chen Zikun moved to Chongqing with Chen Zikun. Now, apart from the Japanese military hospital, there is only one western medicine clinic in the city. As for Chinese medicine clinics, there are quite a few. Can perform surgery, will not have blood transfusions, and will not be useful.
The people did not stop and went straight to the western medical clinic. There were busy streets in the provincial capital. There was a false peace in Omi under the rule of the Japanese and puppets. The Japanese implemented strict economic control and the residents were rationed food. People who do not starve to death, relatively speaking, Henan under Chiang Kai-shek's rule starved to death a large number of people last year.
On the top of the gray provincial government building in the distance, the Qingtianbairi flag with a yellow ribbon is drooping. It is the national flag of Wang Jingwei's version of the National Government. The yellow ribbon says Peace, Anti-Communist and Salvation. Other than that, it is no different from the original National Government's flag. Not far away, there is a higher flagpole, the rising sun flag fluttering in the wind, where is the headquarters of the Japanese garrison.
　　 "Selling newspapers and selling newspapers, the Imperial Military Gendarmerie captured Zhao Ziming, come and see, Zhao Ziming was captured, and he will be executed tomorrow." The tattered newspaper boy ran with his throat in his throat.
　　 "Give me a newspaper." Liu Yan, who was riding on the mule, stretched out his hand, and the newspaper boy handed him a newspaper. After waiting for a while, seeing that the vicious traitor didn't mean to give money, he secretly cursed and ran away.
The newspapers were poorly printed and the pixels of the photos were extremely low, but the old man Cheng could see that the person in the newspaper who was by the five flowers was Zhao Ziming. He poured blood on his head. It was not as early as it was a coincidence. Tomorrow will be Commander Zhao. The day of righteousness must hurry!
Liu Xiaoyong was unconscious and dying. He still had to hurry to the clinic to settle down and save Commander Zhao. Liu Yan folds the newspaper into his arms, clamps the mule belly, and the mule sprints to the distance." Ji's Clinic".
　　The clinic is already at work, and there is only one doctor. He is in his thirties and looks gentle with glasses. The white coat and stethoscope give people a sense of trust. No matter what age, the white coat is a symbol of healing and saving lives.
　　 Doctor surnamed Ji, who has lived in Japan. He lifted the quilt and looked at it and shook his head:
It’s a gunshot wound and it can’t be cured. The Imperial Army stipulates that patients with gunshot wounds must be registered with the Gendarmerie Command before they can be treated.

　　 "It was the bandit, the old man is a lot of age, and he will never be an anti-Japanese element." Ji Yu said with a full smile, pretending to be a young master, he naturally negotiated.
　　 "You go to the military police headquarters to register with Lieutenant Aoki." Dr. Ji still didn't cooperate ~EbookFREE.me~ and picked up a book in Japanese.
Ji Yuqian understood Japanese, and immediately switched to Japanese to be close to Doctor Ji's. After a few words, Doctor Ji changed from arrogant and impatient to gentle and kind. Ji Yuqian claimed to be a graduate of Imperial University of Japan, and Doctor Ji was just a graduate of Sendai's Second High Medical School. , A few miles away. Since they are all staying in Japan, 　 then it would be accommodating. Doctor Ji is willing to treat first and then complete the procedures.
　　 Liu Xiaoyong was moved to a hospital bed for further examination.
　　 "I was injured badly and lost too much blood." Dr. Ji took off his stethoscope, "You must have a blood transfusion right away, and then an operation to get the bullet."
　　 "Then blood transfusion, we can afford as much money." Ji Yu said dryly, "As long as my grandfather's injury is cured."
"I don't have blood here." Doctor Ji spread his hands together. "Plasma needs to be stored in the refrigerator. I do have a refrigerator. However, the power supply of the provincial capital is intermittent. The imperial army restricts the use of electricity, so no blood can be transfused. If you lose, you see who will come?"
　　 "I'll come." Old Cheng said, his heart was burning, and he wanted to save Commander Zhao quickly.
"Come on, a lot of age, my own blood is not enough." Doctor Ji waved his hand, his eyes passed Guan Lu, and fell on Ji Yuqian: "You are an immediate family member, and your blood type is likely to match, but scholars cannot Forget it if you lack blood."
　　 Without the doctor's greeting, Liu Yan stood up straight: "Draw my blood."
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