Hearing Jiang Hailong's words, Feng Ying felt her energy and blood rise, her eyes turned black, and she almost fainted on the spot. She put down her face and thought to mobilize others, but instead persuaded herself to be the wife of Yazhai. This girl was really angry! She
Without any warning, he struck like lightning and hit Jiang Hailong with a cane on his head.
Jiang Hailong's purpose was to reject others with unreasonable demands. He was joking that the guerrilla captain of the Communist Party would not let him be the wife of the stronghold. Even if he wanted to be, he would not dare to ask for it. There are people doing political and ideological work in his ears every day, and it would be annoying if he was not wanted to die.
Death. It doesn't hurt to have some intimacy once in a while.
"Ouch!" Jiang Hailong was thinking wildly when he was caught off guard and received a stick on his head. The stick broke into two pieces, which showed how popular and powerful the attacker was. He fell forward and fell into Feng Ying's arms with his head in his arms, thinking to himself.
Fortunately, the crutch she was given was made of wood. It would have been a disaster if it had been replaced with an iron head.
"Ah, are you okay?" Seeing that his eyes were closed tightly, as if he had fainted. Feng Ying hurriedly touched his head and checked carefully, regretting that she had not done it lightly. A numbness came from her chest, and she suddenly realized that something was wrong.
, how could the famous captain of the Anti-Japanese Tigers be knocked unconscious by a thin wooden stick? Besides, a fainted person would not curl up in his arms? This guy must have fallen into his trap again.
She stopped saying anything and grabbed Jiang Hailong's ears with both hands.
"Wow, it's so warm!" Jiang Hailong sighed and broke free from the clutches, jumped up and ran away through the door, saying, "I went to the hospital for surgery." Feng Ying was left in a daze in the room.
After Jiang Hailong treated several wounded people, he arranged to treat Er Huzi's legs. He disinfected Er Huzi's skin, opened an instrument kit, and prepared for skin preparation, anesthesia, and surgical removal of shrapnel. Chunhua worked hard as an instrument nurse and concurrently
Assistant: Chunhua is very serious when working and doesn't talk much, which he appreciates very much.
Chunhua has quick hands and feet, a strong sense of understanding, and has the potential to be a nurse. After giving Jiang Hailong a few injections, she never missed the equipment again. Jiang Hailong was dedicated to training her. He told her how to prepare skin test solutions and inject anesthetic skin.
Chunhua nodded and followed the instructions one by one.
Jiang Hailong fixed the surgical site with two fingers. He quickly cut the skin with the scalpel and used the handle to separate the skin and subcutaneous tissue. He clamped the ruptured blood vessels with hemostatic forceps and tied them with silk thread. Chunhua watched without blinking. Jiang Hailong used hemostasis to stop the bleeding.
He clamped a piece of iron wire that had been sterilized and burned it reddish in an alcohol lamp and burned it on several bleeding points. A puff of green smoke came out. He said: "This is my original method of burning to stop bleeding. It can treat small bleeding points."
It works great, but the smell is terrible.”
Chunhua nodded and said, "Well, it smells much worse than roasted wild boar." Erhuzi was given local anesthesia, so he could not help but interrupt, "Sister Chunhua, I don't seem to have offended you."
You, at most, I only asked you to take people to visit the warehouse, and you didn’t curse like this, right?" Chunhua answered confidently: "I am telling the truth to the captain."
Jiang Hailong continued to explain to Chunhua: "This is a nerve. It cannot be damaged, otherwise the leg muscles will atrophy and the legs will become thinner than the hands. The deep tissue cannot be infected, otherwise the legs will have to be amputated!" Chunhua nodded, and the two tigers
The child was horrified by what he heard. He broke into a cold sweat and shouted: "Captain, please do the surgery on me quickly. I don't want to be used as a teaching material!"
Jiang Hailong said sternly: "Every regular doctor and nurse must have an autopsy when taking basic courses in school. I don't have a ready-made corpse here, so you can just use it as a vivisection specimen." Erhuzi almost fainted on the spot.
The operation was finally completed. After sewing the skin, Chunhua asked with concern: "Brother Huzi, does it hurt?"
Erhuzi took a deep breath and replied angrily: "It doesn't hurt at all, but I was almost scared to death by you."
Jiang Hailong sighed: "The Japs' anesthetics and instruments are so useful!"
He didn't know that the owner of the medicine and equipment package was furious in the office at this time.
In the office of the director of the Japanese Army Field Hospital in Hushan Town, Director Abe Chikayama sat behind his desk with a livid face. A row of medical staff against the wall stood upright and did not dare to show their dignity.
When a Japanese nurse, Ms. Haruta, went to work, she found that the linen warehouse that had been neatly tidied up the day before had become messy. When she was arranging the linens, she suddenly discovered the dead bodies of her colleagues. She was so frightened that she screamed and ran out of the warehouse. Then the pharmacy and supply room were stolen again.
The Japs searched the entire hospital and found no suspicious clues. The sentry reported that no abnormality was found that night. Although the sentry on duty that night was suspicious, he was afraid that he would be implicated and did not dare to confess that he had let Miss Yingzi go out with her friends. The target of the Japs investigation was natural.
Transferred to the hospital.
"Baga! You're all mute. A military doctor was killed under your noses, so many medicines and equipment were stolen, and you didn't find anything unusual. You didn't know anything about it." Dean Abe Kikayama banged the table and cursed loudly, and began to ask questions one by one.
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Miss Sakurako was frightened and uneasy when she recalled what she had experienced that night, her heart was pounding and her mind went blank.
"Miss Sakurako, why don't you answer the question?" Abe Chikayama yelled.
Yingzi trembled with fright, cold sweat broke out on her spine, and she hurriedly answered the question: "Dean, I'm sorry, I just saw the tragic state of my colleague's body and haven't recovered from the shock, so I lost my composure. I have been inspecting several departments under my supervision that night.
I went to a ward and changed the syringe bottles for the injured, but no abnormality was found."
Abe Chikayama thought to himself that the young nurse's reaction to suddenly seeing the tragic corpse of his colleague was normal, and the explanation was reasonable. Although the personnel on duty were all suspects, it was impossible for a strong male military doctor to be killed by a weak nurse with bare hands.
After a round of questioning with no results, he announced that the person on duty at the pharmacy that night had been transferred from his original post because he was neglecting his duties, and would work in the laundry room from now on. Miss Springfield stayed, and the others returned to their respective posts to continue working.
Miss Springfield shivered in the corner, while others rushed to escape from the office.
As soon as everyone left, Abe Chikayama laughed ferociously, and like a hawk catching a chicken, he carried Miss Haruta to the cold desk, and roughly tore off her clothes. Miss Haruta, who was naked, lay slumped on the dissecting table like a little white rabbit used for experiments.
, staring with frightened eyes, he gave up the futile struggle as if resigned to his fate.
Abe Kikayama took off his pants, and pounced on Miss Haruta like a predator, biting her breasts and lips crazily, and forcefully opened her thighs with both hands. Without caring about the feelings of the person underneath him, he stepped forward and forced his way in, like a storm.
After the impact, Abe Kikayama's roar and Miss Haruta's screams were heard together. Two minutes later, Abe Kikayama roared, stopped like a car stalling, climbed down from his desk, and waved Miss Haruta to leave.
As if she had been granted amnesty, Miss Haruta wrapped herself in clothes, her thighs stained with Abe Kikayama's dirty bodily fluids, and with tears of pain and humiliation in her eyes, she bowed and fled in panic.