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Before the smoke and dust cleared, the illuminating light was extinguished like a shooting star. Zhang Xian rushed to Wang Dahu's side as if he was crazy. As the guard battalion commander, of course he is very clear about his responsibilities. If the division commander really has to die, then he will bear the brunt of the blame. Although he did not have time to think about this at this time, subconsciously he was very clear about the responsibility on his shoulders. Task. At this time, the 215th Division is crossing the river. Whether the entire division can successfully break out of the enemy encirclement depends on the command of the division commander. If everyone knows that something happened to the division commander, then the subsequent battle, even if it is simple, will definitely seriously affect the soldiers. their morale.
"Master! Master!" Zhang Xian was almost crying and desperately picked up Wang Dahu who fell on the ground. While shouting tremblingly, he sat down and held his head in his arms. He didn't care that it might stain his body. When he touched Wang Dahu's face, the first thing Zhang Xian felt on his hand was a wet and slippery feeling. Based on his intuition, he knew that this should be blood, and he couldn't help but feel confused. Jumping, an ominous omen filled his whole body and mind in an instant.
Another bright flare rose into the sky. Zhang Xianzheng leaned down and immediately saw the blood on Wang Dahu's head, but he stared at him with his eyes wide open. His bright black eyes did not dim at all. When he saw these eyes, Zhang Xian's beating heart immediately calmed down for some unknown reason. Through the bloody face, he vaguely saw Wang Dahu breathing hard with his mouth open. He made some gurgling noises, but he didn't know what he was talking about. One thing Zhang Xian understood was that at least at this moment, the teacher was still alive and not dead. He raised his head and immediately saw a piece of shrapnel larger than a fingernail embedded next to Wang Dahu's left temple. A hole was made there. Blood came out from that place and was still flowing gurglingly. If it were even one centimeter off, he would definitely die on the spot.
"Sanwa! Sanwa!" Zhang Xian turned around and shouted. He knew that when he needed help the most, Xiong Sanwa would definitely be by his side.
Sure enough, Xiong Sanwa's response came from behind him: "I'm here! I'm fine!"
¡°Go find the hygienist quickly!¡±
"Yes!" Xiong Sanwa agreed loudly and ran away.
Wang Dahu raised a hand, as if he wanted to say something, but it was very difficult.
Zhang Xian held his hand and at the same time used the forearm of his other hand to press the wound with the sleeve of his clothes. As a veteran, he knew that he could not remove the shrapnel at this time. The key is to stop the bleeding.
As if he guessed what Wang Dahu was going to say, Zhang Xian put his head to Wang Dahu's ear and comforted him softly: "It'll be okay! Teacher! You'll be okay!" That's what he said Although he was talking, the tears in his eyes still flowed uncontrollably, and fell on Wang Dahu's face. Wang Dahu clearly felt something, and mist appeared in his eyes, and they began to become moist.
Xiong Sanwa pulled a health worker from nowhere. She was a female soldier with pigtails. Her young face still had the childishness of a little girl. She was pulled by Xiong Sanwa until she was in pain. She ran while running. She was still explaining to him anxiously, almost crying: "I'm not a doctor, I'm not a doctor, I'm just an intern, carrying the medicine box for Dr. Huang" However, Xiong Sanwa didn't listen at all. explanation, perhaps in his opinion, the female soldier carrying the Red Cross medicine box at this time must be the health worker.
When they came to Zhang Xian's side, when they saw the injured lying in Zhang Xian's arms, the female intern who had just shouted that she was not a doctor closed her mouth. Under the illumination of the flare, she could clearly see Seeing the blood shed by the injured person, with her rudimentary medical knowledge, she could determine that the injured person's injuries were indeed serious.
At this time, even though she knew that her level was not good enough, the young female soldier faced it bravely and squatted next to Wang Dahu.
"His injury is on the head!" Zhang Xian told the female soldier, and at the same time he released his arm that was holding the wound. His sleeves were stained with a lot of blood. He pointed at the shrapnel and said hurriedly: "Here, We need to bandage it quickly to stop the bleeding!"
The female soldier obeyed and trembled and opened the medicine box she carried on her back, took out a medical tweezers from it, reached out tremblingly to pull out the shrapnel, but she couldn't find the right place twice.
Zhang Xian frowned, couldn't help but snatched the tweezers from her hand, started using his own hands, and quickly picked out the shrapnel. The female soldier also clearly took out a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao. Zhang Xian first cleaned the wound with cotton, then poured it all down, covered it with cotton wool, and finally wrapped it with gauze. His hands and feet were as deft as a doctor, soWe arrived in the northern mountainous area, far away from the road. There was only a winding path leading to Mudongli. In a small mountain village, everyone stopped. After a night of crossing the river and breaking through the siege, everyone was exhausted and was indeed in urgent need of help. Need a break.
As soon as Zhang Xian settled down in the guard camp, Ning Li hurriedly came over and told him that Wang Dahu had a fever.
Zhang Xian was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized the seriousness of the problem. It was very likely that Wang Dahu's wound was wet when he was crossing the river just now. This is a very dangerous signal, not to mention that Wang Dahu's situation was already precarious. It is very likely that he will not be able to survive this life-and-death hurdle; if the wound on his head is infected, it will be a dead end in this place where there is a lack of medical treatment and it is not known whether he can return smoothly.
Zhang Xian hurried over to see Wang Dahu¡¯s condition and asked Ning Li to find Dr. Huang quickly. The little girl agreed and ran away quickly as if she had received an urgent mission.
Wang Dahu's situation was indeed very bad. He was already in a coma. Although Xiong Sanwa had changed his wet clothes for him, his whole body was burning hot. According to the feeling of his hands, Even if there is not forty degrees, there will still be thirty-eight or nine degrees.
At this moment, Lu Fan rushed over with a telegram from the 72nd Military Headquarters. As soon as Zhang Xian saw Staff Officer Lu's ashen face, he could guess what the telegram was. Ling Dingran is another very troublesome task. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com