War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 220 Wei Ran's Number

Wei Ran and Zhou Houpu listened to the grasshoppers singing in the damp reeds all night. Early the next morning, before the sun dissipated the moisture from their clothes, there was a rapid crow calling outside the reeds. Voice.

Zhou Houpu, who had just fallen asleep, turned over and got up, and after getting the signal with the outside, he immediately got out with the boat.

"Dad! What's the matter with you?"

Zhou Hopu's expression changed immediately after seeing Uncle Zhou. At this time, Uncle Zhou's spirit of immortality disappeared, and the shoulder of the puppet soldier he supported was already stained with blood. dark red.

Pushing the bicycle in his hand into the water beside the reeds and hiding it, Uncle Zhou let Wei Ran and Zhou Houpu help him and the puppet soldier to jump into the small wooden boat, and then panted and said, "Quick! Go back, the back There are traitors chasing him."

Zhou Houpu didn't dare to delay when he heard the words, and hurriedly got into the depths of the reed marsh with the boat.The location was quickly shifted along the secret narrow channel.

In less than five minutes, there were loud shouts from outside the reeds behind him, including one or two gunshots.

The four people on the boat quickly lowered their figures, pulled the reeds on both sides of the boat together, and moved their positions silently.

Gradually, the voice behind became more and more indistinct, until finally there was no sound at all, and everyone on the boat breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Sanhai, are you okay?" Zhou Houpu, who was in charge of rowing, asked worriedly.

"It's a bit troublesome." Uncle Zhou sighed, "He was shot in the shoulder by the traitor Dakui from behind, and the bullet is still stuck inside."

"Uncle Zhou, I don't want to die." The puppet soldier dressed as a wounded man had a crying tone in his tone.

"I can't die, don't worry, Sanhai, after I get back, I'll find a way to dig out the bullet for you." Uncle Zhou said with a frown, but the embarrassment in his tone was clearly heard by the other three.

"It would be great if the medical kit was still there," Wei Ran couldn't help muttering.

"Boy Wei, pass me the medicine basket." Uncle Zhou took out a blue cloth bag from his arms and opened it while speaking, took out a few acupuncture sticks and inserted them around the wound of the puppet soldier named Sanhai.

It is quite miraculous that after these few injections, not only the expression on San Hai's face became much lighter, but also the speed at which the bleeding from the wound slowed down a lot.

After receiving the rattan box from Wei Ran, Uncle Zhou opened it, took out a small bottle from it, poured out a small white pill the size of a corn kernel, and stuffed it directly into San Hai's mouth.

Na Sanhai squeezed the pill, stretched out his other uninjured hand to scoop up a puddle of water from the outside of the boat, put it to his mouth, and washed the pill down.

"Uncle Zhou, your acupuncture is really effective, and it doesn't hurt anymore." After San Hai swallowed the pill, the expression on his face became more relaxed.

"Temporarily stopped the pain"

Uncle Zhou's frown still did not relax, "This shoulder blade that was broken by a bullet, I am sure that it will grow back, but according to my method, I want to dig out the bullet for you. It is such a hot day. The wound is definitely inflamed and infected."

Zhou Houpu, who was rowing the boat, said in a low voice, "It would be great if Cuilian was here. What she learned from the base hospital will definitely be useful."

"Don't talk about Cuilian all the time, you kid." Uncle Zhou said in an annoyed low voice, "What's wrong? Why can their Western medicine cure diseases?"

"I don't mean that," Zhou Hopu argued while rowing at a much faster speed. It would take a lot of time to get back from here.

"I see, Brother Hopu really doesn't mean that."

San Hai, who was still crying in fear of death just now, also became active at this time, winked and said to Uncle Zhou, "He is probably interested in sister Cuilian."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhou Hopu blushed immediately when he heard this, and the speed of rowing also accelerated a lot.

"The second daughter of the Niu family is progressive. I heard that they all went to northern Shaanxi with the army. How can Hopu, the ancestral crop seedling, be worthy of her?"

Uncle Zhou murmured with envy and low self-esteem, then changed the subject and said, "Sanhai, just persevere, and I'll dig out the bullet for you when I get back to Zhuangzi."

Hearing this, Sanhai swallowed a big mouthful of saliva with a grunt, and nodded with a pale face, and the ease that had just risen disappeared in smoke.

"Uncle Zhou, can I have a look at your medicine basket?" Wei Ran, who had been silent all this time, asked.

"Yes, there's nothing you can't do." Uncle Zhou was extremely happy, and without thinking about it, he handed the not-so-big rattan box to Wei Ran.

Opening the small window and door on the rattan box, Wei Ran looked one by one. The box is not big, but there are quite a lot of things inside. The bottom layer is a small casserole. The inside is dark and solidified plaster. In addition to a small inkstone, there is a stack of straw paper and a brush on the left-hand side of the first floor, and several small porcelain bottles in the middle.On the right is a bundle of splints of various shapes and a wrist rest for pulse signals.

Buckling the rattan box in disappointment, Wei Ran couldn't help but said, "If I have some medical equipment from Western medicine, maybe I can help."

"You?" Uncle Zhou glanced at Wei Ran suspiciously, "You know this?"

"At least the bullet in his shoulder can be taken out, and the wound can be stitched up." Wei Ran sighed, "It's a pity that there is nothing."

"What kind of guy do you need?" Zhou Houpu, who was swaying desperately, asked panting.

"There must be at least a scalpel, sutures and needles."

"Yes, I have these things." Zhou Hopu exerted more force, "Cuilian gave me a set of Dangdang Nianxiang when she left. I haven't touched it all this time, I'm just at home."

"Boy Wei, are you not bragging?" Uncle Zhou asked seriously.

"Really not." Wei Ran nodded seriously, and then saw Uncle Zhou taking over his son's job.

"Then let's go back quickly!" Uncle Zhou shook the oar vigorously, and his son was not idle, pulling out the bamboo pole tied to the side of the boat to help increase the speed.

With the cooperation of the two men and the help of Wei Ran, the boat with four people slid quickly in the water, and it didn't take long before it left the channel wrapped by the reeds and entered the depths of Baiyang Lake.

Without the obstruction of the reeds, the boat ran faster and faster, but even so, when the boat stopped at a small village whose topography was very familiar to Wei Ran, nearly an hour had passed.

Is this what grandma's village looked like before?
Wei Ran looked at the low adobe houses, and followed Uncle Zhou, father and son, and San Hai, who had been shot, into a small yard that wasn't too big.

"Just in the yard," Wei Ran said, "It's better to have some light outside."

"Boy Wei, are you really sure?" Uncle Zhou stopped and asked again. This time, even Zhou Houpu and San Hai who had been shot looked at Wei Ran nervously.

"Don't worry." Wei Ran looked at Zhou Houpu while speaking, "Take out your token of love!"

Zhou Houpu, who was about to say something at first, blushed immediately, and ran into the west wing, and took out an aluminum lunch box carefully wrapped in blue coarse cloth.

Wei Ran secretly heaved a sigh of relief when he opened the lunch box. There were not many medical instruments in the lunch box, only a scalpel, two hemostatic forceps, a pair of tweezers, a pair of medical scissors, and a small bag of sutures and sutures. Needle.In addition to this, there is a syringe with a glass tube in the rest of the space.

Putting the lid on again, Wei Ran raised his head and said, "Boil a pot of boiling water, and the pot must be cleaned so that there is no oily smell. Is there any other white wine? It's better to be stronger. Move another table out."

"Get the copper pot for gunpowder," Uncle Zhou said without thinking, and at the same time he brought a cast iron stove from the corner.

Before he could light the fire, Zhou Houpu had already run over with a copper pot in his arms. After he fetched water from the well to wash the copper pot, Captain Zhao, whom he had just met last night, had already walked in with a few people. After leaving the yard, behind them was a limping Han Shoutian.

Seeing Captain Zhao walk in, San Hai, who was waiting in cold sweat, immediately stood up, "Captain Zhao, you are here."

"Are you injured?" Captain Zhao asked with concern.

"It's okay"

Sanhai responded with a somewhat unnatural expression, and then whispered something next to Captain Zhao's ear.

"you sure?"

Captain Zhao didn't wait for San Hai to speak, and said, "Wei Ran is one of our own."

Sanhai heard the words and said again, "I'm sure. I saw the two steamboats set off with my own eyes this morning. I counted them in detail. There were fifteen or six devils on them, and there were more than 20 puppet troops. The little devils led The leader of the team is the devil captain who burned the Weizi land of the old He family last winter, and the leader of the puppet army is Liu Laizi."

"Do you know where they went?" Captain Zhao asked after him.

"I know!" Sanhai hurriedly replied, "I went to Zhaobeikou, probably to discuss the mopping up with the devils over there. I asked Liu Laizi, and he said that he would probably be back before sunset in the second half of the afternoon."

"What's the matter with your injury?" Han Shoutian leaned over and asked.

"I'm not in a hurry to inform your master." Sanhai said with a bitter face, "I left in a hurry. A traitor saw me and shot me from behind. It's thanks to your master carrying a gun, otherwise I would You have to lie down and come back."

"Is Sanhai's injury serious?" Captain Zhao turned to Uncle Zhou and asked.

Uncle Zhou, who was busy lighting the fire, replied, "Boy Wei said he could take out the bullet for him, but it's up to him whether it will work or not."

Captain Zhao looked at Wei Ran, "Are you sure?"

"Don't worry!" Wei Ran said confidently.

"Captain Zheng, Instructor Wei, this is the Wei Ran I told you about."

Captain Zhao introduced the two people around him to Wei Ran, and after the two parties had greeted each other, he continued, "I think we must destroy these two ships."

"It is indeed necessary to destroy it!" Captain Zheng pointed to the east wing, "Come on, let's go in and discuss and see how we can play."

Watching these people enter the wing room, the water in the copper pot was about to boil. Wei Ran, who had washed his hands carefully just now, immediately put all the medical equipment and the aluminum alloy lunch box into the pot to cook. over again.

After simply finishing the disinfection work, Wei Ran carefully wiped his hands with a jar of sorghum wine that Uncle Zhou dug out, and then fished out all the medical instruments in the pot.

(End of this chapter)