Sword of Death Camp

Chapter 20 The identity of this person is suspicious
The leader of the reconnaissance platoon went out to get the medicine box, and the battalion commander Zhang Dabiao sat down on the edge of the kang.

"Chen Shanhe, I don't remember which regiment or battalion you belong to, but I only remember your name?"

Chen Shanhe looked at the man in front of him suspiciously: "Battlemaster Zhang, you should be able to investigate it, right?

Shouldn't troops have rosters? "

Zhang Dabiao laughed meanly: "It seems that you have memorized everything you should remember except combat skills!
That's right, we have rosters and should have your information on them!
But brother, since you are the only one left in your battalion, why not join my new battalion.

Your marksmanship is so good, I will give you enough bullets!

Make sure you have a good time when you hit the little devil!
How are you? "

Chen Shanhe understood, the battalion commander Zhang Dabiao in front of him was smiling so naively, he was trying to poach someone!
However, I still have things to do.

"Battlemaster Zhang, I'm sorry!
According to the records, I seem to have promised our battalion commander that the battalion flag will be sent back to the regiment headquarters, and I will apply for the title of a death-death battalion!
But now I even lost the battalion flag. I want to find the battalion flag and find my regiment headquarters to send it back.

I will not join another army until this is done and our battalion is rebuilt! "

Uh!
When Zhang Dabiao heard that Chen Shanhe in front of him, even if he was stunned, he still had such a temper. He also liked this kind of fighter quite a bit, so he didn't force him anymore.

Another aspect is that, after all, he is not as shameless as his regiment leader. If his regiment leader is there, he will be begging for nothing to put the person in front of him into his own account first.

This kind of talent who fights against a small Japanese army unit by himself and wipes out the opponent, how could his regiment leader let him go?
He can't do this kind of thing, that's why he's just a battalion commander.

The last one is that Chen Shanhe in front of him was shot through the chest, whether he can survive is still unknown.

Even if he survived such a serious injury without infection, it is still unknown whether he can still fight.

So after he sighed, he didn't speak any more.

At this time, the leader of the reconnaissance platoon came in with the silver medicine box.

Seeing the medicine box, Chen Shanhe breathed a sigh of relief. Even if he lost his memory, it was as if he could still shoot, kill enemies, and eat, even if he had lost his memory.

When he saw the medicine box, he instinctively felt that there must be medicine in it to treat his wound and prevent infection from happening.

"That's it, are you sure it's a medicine box?"

Chen Shanhe nodded: "Although I have forgotten many things, this is a medical kit, I have not forgotten this matter!"

He reached out to take the medical box, looked for a while to find the button to open the box, reached up with both hands, and pressed it to open.

The medical box is not too big, but it is a medical box that the on-duty emergency doctor on the 120 ambulance must carry at any time.

There are many things in it, and there are three floors in total.

The first layer is generally first-aid medicine and first-aid needle water, of course, other medicines for wound anti-inflammation are also inside.

Like epinephrine and atropine, these emergency life-saving medicines contain them.

What lidocaine, there is even a bottle of Xiaoxintong in it.

There are other medicines, although the amount is small, but the life-saving medicine is very comprehensive.

On the second floor, there are seven or eight kinds of surgical instruments, various tools for emergency surgery.

Like ordinary scissors, wire scissors, gags, tongue pliers, thermometers, vascular clamps and so on.

On the third floor, there are more than a dozen first-aid equipment and supplies, including flashlights, stethoscopes, bandages, hemostats, and even a small mirror.

Once opened like this, layer by layer, it makes people dazzled, regardless of whether others are in chaos, anyway, the battalion commander Zhang Dabiao and the investigation platoon leader are already in chaos.

But Chen Shanhe, who claimed to have lost his memory, was not in a mess. He actually found medicines for cleaning, wiping and disinfecting wounds among these medicines and tools.

Then, more precisely, he found a curved needle that could suture the wound urgently, and directly sutured the wound on his arm.

"Zhang Battalion Commander, can you hold the mirror for me!"

Battalion Commander Zhang and the reconnaissance platoon leader, who were already sweating from shock, came to their senses, and Zhang Dabiao hurried forward to take the mirror handed over by Chen Shanhe.

Zhang Dabiao, who was holding the mirror, quickly kicked the leader of the reconnaissance platoon: "Hurry up and call the hygienist to study!"

After the reconnaissance platoon leader went out, Zhang Dabiao looked at Chen Shanhe who had already started to deal with it in front of the mirror and was grinning and suturing the wound under his ribs.

"I didn't expect it! You can heal injuries! You have to teach our health workers later."

Chen Shanhe gritted his teeth and sewed up the wound, his face twitched, it was painful, and sometimes enduring the pain was tiring.

Halfway through sewing, he finally stopped, took a breath, and answered.

"Should be able to, I remember I learned it before, like battlefield first aid, I have learned it specially!

It’s okay to teach the hygienist, but I may need his help later! "

At this time, the hygienist was finally called over by the leader of the reconnaissance platoon, and was shocked as soon as he entered the door.

He had never seen such a battle. Surgery was always something that doctors in the headquarters hospital would do. He was just a hygienist.

"Look carefully and learn from experience!"

Holding up the small mirror, Zhang Dabiao said, "A person with amnesia can do better than you. If I were you, I would become a teacher now and let Chen Shanhe teach you what it means to treat the wounded!"

Chen Shanhe was sweating profusely from the pain, and said hoarsely, "Wipe my sweat, the hygienist will look carefully, and I will trouble you to sew up the two wounds on my back and chest."

The leader of the reconnaissance platoon wiped his sweat himself. A battalion commander brought him a mirror, and the hygienist squatted beside him and studied carefully.

The wound was finally stitched up, and this time there were only two muzzles on the chest and back.

In fact, Chen Shanhe himself was also surprised, but he was shot in the lung, even if he didn't roll over, one shot made two holes, and a hole was drilled in the middle of the lung.

But that is also a big injury!
Why do I still have the strength to suture my wounds now?
He didn't think too much, and asked the hygienist, "Have you learned it yet?"

The hygienist swallowed, looked at his battalion commander and at the fierce man in front of him who was suturing his wound without anesthesia, and finally said, "I'll try!"

Chen Shanhe forced himself to smile and said, "Have you washed your hands clean? There is alcohol here. Wipe your wet hands."

After disinfecting the hands, the hygienist started to sew tremblingly with tweezers and suture needles in his hands.

In fact, as long as you don't numb your claws, you can basically learn the trivial thing of suturing a wound. As for how delicate the wound can be sewed, it is impossible. It can only be said that it can be sewed up simply, just like sewing clothes.

After everything was settled, Chen Shanhe took out the gauze in the medicine box and gave it to the health worker, asking him to bandage the wound for him, then found out the anti-inflammatory needle and gave himself a needle.

After seeing that everything was done, Battalion Commander Zhang Dabiao and the reconnaissance platoon leader went out.

"This person's identity is suspicious!
You go and check all the traces of the battle.

Including what the fellow Sun Shijiang said, when they were hiding, the traces of a Japanese soldier rolled down the mountain by Chen Shanhe also had to be checked clearly!
It would be best to find the body of the Japanese soldier who died in the first place! "

"Yes!"

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