He had already been saved. Tang Cheng unconsciously looked around at the crowds coming in and out and the wounded more or less bandaged with gauze. In this way, the groggy Tang Cheng spent his time in different alternations of waking up and falling into coma.
On the first day in this hospital, Tang Cheng was woken up by pain in the middle of the night. The anesthetic had expired. The wound on his ribs alone required no less than 5 stitches, plus other injuries on Tang Cheng’s body.
The wound was painful enough to keep him awake at night.
Tang Cheng, who was lying on the hospital bed like a shrimp in pain, saw the nun Emma who saved him again after dawn. Seeing that Tang Cheng's complexion looked better, Emma, who brought the white porridge, was very happy, "Your complexion is better."
It looks pretty good. You should just listen to the doctor and take a good rest for a while and you should get better." Emma is a very good chatterer. Although Tang Cheng's face is as swollen as a pig's head and she doesn't speak very fluently, this doesn't mean that she is very good at chatting.
Don't delay him from being a good listener.
The food in the hospital is really good. There are three meals a day. Although they are all white porridge, pickles or vegetables, seriously injured patients like Tang Cheng actually have salted duck eggs to eat. Emma and Tan Sinan, who often appear in the hospital, sometimes give Tang Cheng
Cheng brought some meat and other food, and lived like this every day. Tang Cheng, who was gradually recovering, even didn't want to leave the hospital.
At this time, Shanghai was suffering from a food shortage due to the war, but there were always some patriotic businessmen trying their best to smuggle rice and flour into Shanghai. There were basically no profiteers hoarding rice and flour in the market, and some were hoarding it for their own use. Every Shanghai citizen knew that the country was resisting foreign aggression.
, many people saved their own food and donated it to hospitals where wounded soldiers were placed. Many students and workers would go to the front lines to help transport wounded soldiers and corpses, and would also bring Shanghai's famous food dishes and rice along the way to wait for people to be removed from the fire line.
More than half of the nurses in the army and hospitals are volunteers who come to help on a temporary basis, just like Emma A and Tan Sinan.
Three days later, after Tang Cheng completely said goodbye to his life of fever and coma from time to time, the hospital he was in began to accept wounded soldiers who had been withdrawn from the front line. From the first few wounded soldiers every day to more than a dozen every day.
, dozens. At its peak, the hospital where Tangcheng was located even admitted more than a hundred ** wounded soldiers covered with wounds in one day. The wounded soldiers were classified into areas, and the lightly wounded were housed in
In the tents in the yard, seriously injured people who were as inconvenient to move around as in Tangcheng were placed in the wards. The doctors and nurses in the entire hospital were all spinning around, wishing that one person could be used as two people.
However, more and more wounded people were being withdrawn from the front line. Even the corridors, stairwells, and floors of the hospital were filled with wounded people. The hospital was gradually unable to accommodate them. People around the hospital gradually voluntarily vacated their houses to accommodate the wounded. Originally, the hospital could no longer accommodate the wounded.
The civilian wounded who stayed in the hospital for treatment could not bear the pain and screams of the wounded soldiers in the hospital all day and night. More than half of the civilian wounded had been taken home by family or friends to recuperate, but Tangcheng was a homeless place.
He was able to return home and was seriously injured, so he was left behind by the stubborn Emma.
A large number of wounded people were brought in to the hospital every day. Tang Cheng, who could barely sit up on the hospital bed, also got to know them a little. The ones wearing bamboo hats were Jiangxi soldiers, those in yellow clothes and straw hats were Guangxi soldiers, and the ones wearing cao
Sichuan Army speaks Sichuan dialect. Tang Cheng's ward is full of 8 beds. In his spare time, Tang Cheng will also chat with these wounded people from all over the world. He has been recovering in this hospital for more than half a month. He is anxious to
Know what's going on outside.
It's a pity that Tang Cheng seemed to have chosen the wrong person to ask the question. Tang Cheng, who didn't know the military ranks, didn't know that the wounded soldiers in the same ward as him were all ordinary soldiers. The officer's hospital was no longer here, so Tang Cheng
What Cheng heard from their mouths were only what happened in the positions, and there was no battle situation that he wanted to know. "Damn it, ours was beaten badly. My company commander personally led me and
The little Japs charged 300 meters, and I charged 300 meters. All my brothers were dead, and the whole company survived. I and the two cooks, *** the little Japs’ machine guns were really accurate.”
The wounded Sichuan soldier, whose head was half wrapped in gauze, beat the bed board hard. From his choked voice, you could tell he was crying. Everyone else in the ward was silent. The weather had already changed.
Liang, when the wounded Sichuan soldiers were brought to the hospital, they were still wearing straw sandals and shorts. The hospital bed in Tangcheng was next to the window. You could clearly see the tattered straw sandals, shorts and shorts of the Sichuan soldiers who sent him.
It was too conspicuous. Although Tang Cheng could not recognize the rifles carried by the Sichuan army, he also knew that the weapons of the Sichuan army were really poor. It would be good to charge the Japanese army with such household items without dying.
A wounded soldier from the Sichuan Army was shot in the head, and one of his eyeballs was removed by the doctor. However, he himself was still very optimistic. He often joked that without his right eye, he no longer had to close his eyes when aiming. The hospital was still overcrowded, and there were a large number of patients every day.
Wounded soldiers were withdrawn from the front line waiting for treatment, but there were also wounded soldiers who recovered and left the hospital one after another. Tang Cheng, who was leaning against the window, could see trucks parked in the yard taking away all the wounded soldiers who had left the hospital.
In the words of wounded soldiers of the Sichuan Army, it is called returning to the army after recovering from injury. They may not be able to return to their original army, but there is only one place for them to go, and that is to continue to fight on the front lines to fight the Japanese soldiers.
During the conversation with the wounded soldiers, Tang Cheng learned more or less about the frontline operations. Tang Cheng thought that the street where he was stationed was the worst, and he was the only one to survive in the entire miscellaneous company. But now he
I found that I was lucky. If that miscellaneous company was put on the front line to confront the Japanese elite, I was afraid that even I would die on the battlefield. The most common ones in the narratives of the wounded soldiers were death squads and counterattacks.
The life and death sign carried explosive bags and cluster grenades to blow up Japanese tanks and armored vehicles. This was not the privilege of a miscellaneous company. It happened in every unit on the front line.
Xu Erwa, a wounded soldier in Guangxi, was one of the suicide squad members who was lucky enough to survive. “At that time, the Japanese army had already destroyed the outer defense line of our position, and we didn’t have much ammunition. The reinforcements said it would take half an hour to arrive to support us, but they didn’t.
The solution was that our battalion commander was the first to rush forward with a grenade, followed by the company commander and the veterans, and then all the clerks and recruits in the company camp rushed forward, so I followed." Xu Erwa recounted.
During this experience, he did not cry and cry like a wounded soldier in Sichuan. It seemed that what he was talking about at this time was as simple as eating and dressing.
"Baby, don't listen to him. Erwa is a cook in their camp. This *** carried two kitchen knives and hacked three Japanese soldiers to death. If his company commander hadn't pulled him, this ***
*I'm afraid that I might have chased into the Japanese position with a kitchen knife." Another Guangxi wounded soldier revealed Xu Erwa's background with a smile, which made everyone laugh, and Xu Erwa was already a black man.
His face turned black and red.
The days passed with such teasing and chatting. Five of the seven wounded soldiers were veterans. Tang Cheng also benefited a lot from talking with them. At least he learned a lot about the battlefield.
Skills to save your life, such as judging the impact point of the shell from the sound of the shell sliding through the air, such as not staying in one position for a long time when shooting at the enemy, and learning to change the shooting position at any time to avoid being targeted by Japanese shooters.
Another example is to learn to collect as many usable materials and ammunition as possible between battles. Common people value that they don't panic when they have food at home, but soldiers don't panic when they have bullets in their bodies.
Time passes day by day, and it has been nearly a month. The roar of cannons in the distance can be heard in the hospital. Most of Tang Cheng's injuries have healed. The scars left by the bayonet on his thigh have become hard scabs, and he was hit by a Japanese soldier's head.
The cracked nose healed the fastest, and the swelling on his face had long since subsided. At this time, Tang Cheng once again returned to his original look of pretty face. Ordinarily, Tang Cheng’s current injuries were enough for the hospital to send him to a tent to recuperate, but Ai
However, Ma tried her best to stop him and went to the director of the hospital. I don’t know how Emma negotiated. Tang Cheng, whose rib wound had not yet recovered, was left behind and continued to live in a room with the wounded soldiers.
In the ward.
In fact, Tang Cheng had long wanted to leave this hospital. On the fourth day since a large number of wounded soldiers were admitted to this hospital, disabled wounded soldiers committed suicide every day in the hospital. Each time, many people would remain silent for a long time, including
The wounded and medical staff. The hospital has made careful arrangements, but there are still disabled wounded soldiers who commit suicide one after another. Medical staff are also human beings, and they will make mistakes when they are human. They cannot prevent the wounded soldiers who want to die.
Yes, a cloth band, a nail, and even the hairpin on the head of a female medical nurse were all instruments used by wounded soldiers to end their own lives.
Living in such a sad environment, Tangcheng would often think of the company commander who refused to die, the Manniu squad leader who rushed towards the Japanese tanks with explosive packs, the ambulance soldiers who dragged their broken legs to shoot at the Japanese army, and those few clutching
The grenade was thrown at the Japanese veteran. The dull pain of the wound could not offset the pain in Tang Cheng's heart. He listened to the miserable howls of the wounded soldiers and the things on the battlefield all day long, which made Tang Cheng feel very uneasy and left the church.
It had been a month and he couldn't wait to go back to the church to see it.
The church where Robert and Robert have lived together for many years is Tang Cheng's home. There is Robert's room, Robert's ashes, and Tang Cheng's memories. Tang Cheng, who has suffered from mild mental weakness, wants to hide back home immediately, but the only option is to hide.
After entering his room, the sound of gunfire and shouts of death would no longer appear in his ears. The dripping blood that had always appeared in his dreams would dissipate. When Emma and Tan Sinan came to see him again carrying food, Tangcheng
He quietly told Tan Sinan Hou Xiaotian's home phone number, hoping that his good friend would pick him up and leave.