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Chapter 204 Physical Examination

When they got closer and saw carefully that all the extra people were carrying guns, the personnel at the encryption station were confused. How could they be the People's Liberation Army?

Their patrol route is not close to here, and besides, it is a mountainous road. How could they come faster than us?

I am taking the highway, and the more I think about it, the more wrong it becomes.

But now was not the time to think about this matter. They took out the simple stretcher, fixed the two wounded people first, and immediately led the way back to the encryption station first.

With the stretcher, it was much faster to walk. The two groups surrounded the two wounded people and walked quickly along the highway guardrail.

Maybe God thought it was time to be a little more polite, or maybe it was because everyone saw hope, or maybe it was because there were more people and more strength, giving each other more confidence, so the walk back to the small station was quite fast.

(The encrypted stations in the following article are all changed to small stations, because usually we don’t call encrypted stations, we call them small stations. Encrypted stations are only used as official names.)

The three-kilometer journey would have taken at least an hour to reach in this kind of weather, and the rescuers at the small station only walked for an hour.

But on the way back, it actually took less than fifty minutes to carry the two wounded, which really surprised everyone.

After entering the small station, it was immediately overcrowded. The administrator of the small station immediately vacated the conference room, "Come on, everyone, please warm up in the conference room. I will bring out the milk tea right away."

Then he looked at the backup staff and said, "Carry the wounded into the dormitory for treatment."

Because Lin Yi has three medical skills, it is impossible for a militia station without professional hygienists to stand by and watch. After taking off his weapons and equipment, he handed them over to a corporal to take care of him. Lin Yi suddenly felt much more relaxed and could quickly feel his body thawing.

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The stiff skin slowly began to soften.

The stationmaster had already learned from the communication that Lin Yi from the Eighth Squadron outpost had led rescuers to rescue the trapped militiamen, so he also knew that these people were from the Eighth Squadron.

But when he saw two officers with the rank of lieutenant, he wondered, when did the outpost get assigned two officers at once? Is the outpost of Class 8 so highly assigned?

Because he didn't know, the stationmaster smiled apologetically and said, "Who is platoon leader Lin Yilin? Your regiment headquarters requires you to send them a message immediately after you arrive at a safe location."

Lin Yi saw the walkie-talkie handed over and quickly took it, "Reporting to the regiment headquarters, I am Lin Yi, the platoon leader of the eighth squad post. I have cooperated with the militia troops and successfully rescued two injured militiamen to the small station. There are no casualties in our unit.

, report completed, please give instructions."

When the regiment headquarters heard that Lin Yi's troops had no casualties and that the rescue was successful, they cheered immediately. Lin Yi was very capable of successfully rescuing in such an environment.

Then the voice from the regiment headquarters came, "The members of the Eighth Squadron are repairing at the militia station. After the snowstorm stops, they will return to the Eighth Squadron post. Thank you for your hard work."

When Lin Yi heard that you had worked hard, these words immediately felt worth it, and he immediately replied: "Serve the people."

Then Deputy Commander Kong said again: "The regiment headquarters has kept its promise. I have asked the chief of staff to compile materials on this rescue operation and report to the division headquarters. I promise to get you a second-class collective merit.

If the division headquarters does not approve, I will stay at the division headquarters and not come back. I promise not to let you down. You have a good rest now. The staff of the weather office have studied it. The snowstorm will almost stop tomorrow afternoon. As long as the road is opened, our team will

The leader will immediately go to your eighth squad post to celebrate your victory."

When Lin Yi heard this, he quickly said: "Please bring more meat, leader."

This is an excellent time to collect supplies. The superiors have approved two people to come, but the supplies for this week are still distributed to 12 people. The meat of 12 people is eaten by 14 people. This is not enough no matter how you calculate it.

Moreover, the people who came here were all officers. With Master Wu's hospitable spirit, if he didn't eat his own meat, he would have to give it to the two officers, Xue Peng and Ding Chengwen. Lin Yi was not willing to lose his own people.

When Deputy Commander Kong heard this request, he laughed loudly and said, "Okay, I'll bring two sheep up there and bring you a few boxes of milk beer. I won't treat you heroes like this badly."

It should be noted here that milk beer is not beer. It is also sold in the army. Drinking it will not violate the army's prohibition on alcohol.

Upon hearing Lin Yi's request, the chief of staff said jokingly: "This Lin Yi really knows how to pick the right time to ask for supplies. He behaves like we have treated Class 8 badly."

Deputy Commander Kong waved his hand, "You don't understand. The more Lin Yi wants food, the better his army is. If he asks us for medicine, how worried should we be."

The chief of staff nodded after hearing this, thoughtfully, "Deputy Commander Kong is right."

After Lin Yi put down the walkie-talkie, he quickly went to the militia dormitory without paying attention to the smile of the stationmaster. As he walked, he said, "I have studied medicine, let me see the current condition of the sick and wounded.

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At this time, the militia backup personnel had already done a preliminary physical examination of the wounded. When they heard that Lin Yi was a doctor, they quickly gave up their seats and said, "Platoon leader, we have already checked the wounded. One has a broken leg, and the other has a bruised arm."

The wrist is damaged. We can’t save him here. We can only wait for the snowstorm to stop, wait for the rescue vehicle to arrive and take him to the brigade for treatment.”

Lin Yi was afraid that the backup staff would not check carefully, so he used the medical skills to scan it again, and it turned out to be the same as what the backup staff said.

But they ignored the bruises and frostbite on the wounded militiamen. Lin Yi started to examine the bruises again, fearing that there would be internal bleeding.

Soon a militiaman came over and said, "Comrade Platoon Commander, I used to work as a health worker in the army. Do you think there is anything I can help with?"

Lin Yi looked at the hygienist's pale face and said quickly: "You took care of these wounds, right? You did a pretty good job. I don't need your help here. You've been freezing for so long. Go warm yourself up quickly. Wait.

It’s not too late to come and help after you recover.”

The medical level of military health workers is actually not high. After all, most health workers do not have medical qualification certificates. The only medical training they have received is a three-month medical training in the army.

You can think about it. A medical student has to study in college for five years and then practice in a hospital for one year before he is qualified to obtain a medical qualification certificate.

In this way, in the hospital, there is still only one doctor at the lowest level, who cannot treat many diseases.

Not to mention the hygienists who have only received three months of medical training. To put it bluntly, they only treat some external injuries with bandages, but when it comes to internal injuries, they also turn a blind eye.

This is not because Lin Yi looks down on health workers, on the contrary, Lin Yi respects them.

But medicine is a science and cannot be faked at all, and the purpose of studying medicine is to treat illnesses and save people. If you don’t know how to do something, try not to get involved, otherwise if something goes wrong, it will be even worse.

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