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Chapter 639 First Entry
Half a month is enough time for Wang Zhong to prepare.

Instead of turning back home, Wang Zhong went into the mountains without looking back. Unfortunately, the weather was too cold and many wild animals were hibernating. Wang Zhong wandered in the mountains for most of the day but found no prey and had to return empty-handed.

The snow in the mountains has long melted away and the weather has gradually warmed up, but the wild animals in the forests are still hard to find. The weather this year is really abnormal.

Wang Zhong sighed as he hurried home.

Although he was quite familiar with this dungeon world, Wang Zhong still dug out this classic anti-Japanese war drama and watched it carefully from beginning to end. Compared with the dungeon worlds he had experienced before, the difficulty coefficient of this dungeon world increased exponentially. On the battlefield of modern thermal weapons, even for a martial arts master like Wang Zhong who had achieved great success in qi training and had a physical fitness ten times that of ordinary people, danger still existed.

Ordinary rifle bullets are easy to deal with, but submachine gun bullets are difficult to deal with, especially heavy machine guns.

Although Wang Zhong's physical fitness is far superior to that of ordinary people, he is still a flesh and blood body after all.

Therefore, if Wang Zhong wanted to go to such a dangerous war world, he had to make some preparations in advance.

In addition to the necessary life-saving equipment, food is even more important. Although Wang Zhong's Qi training skills are becoming more and more advanced, his demand for food is no longer as great as it was at the beginning, but he still cannot achieve fasting.

In that era of food and clothing shortages, the importance of food is self-evident.

If I have no weapons, I can still fight Xiao Dongyang with sticks, stones, or even my underpants. But if I have no food to eat, I will have no strength. If I have no strength, what can I use to fight Xiao Dongyang?

Fortunately, after accumulating in so many copy worlds, Wang Zhong's space was filled with all kinds of supplies, especially basic living supplies such as rice, flour, grain and oil, as well as a large amount of beef, mutton and pork.

Wang Zhong was already familiar with these things, and he ordered a large amount of rice and flour, as well as basic medical supplies such as gauze and alcohol. As for other medicines, Wang Zhong wanted to prepare them, but unfortunately he could not bring them into the space, not even alcohol.

After the holiday on Friday, Li Wanruo drove her newly bought H6 to Wang Zhong's house. This weekend, Li Wanruo simply stayed at Wang Zhong's house. Wang Zhong did not go up the mountain. Instead, he took Li Wanruo to help his fourth grandmother cultivate the vegetable plots of the two families and prepare to plant some seasonal vegetables.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Wang Zhong returned home again, took a deep breath, looked at the countdown on the virtual panel, and slowly closed his eyes.

As the countdown on the panel reached zero, Wang Zhong's sea of ​​consciousness was occupied by brilliant white light, and Wang Zhong's consciousness fell into a coma.

"Your baby is awake!"

A familiar northern Shaanxi accent reached his ears, and Wang Zhong opened his eyes. What he saw was an old soldier wearing a tattered military uniform, a hat, with messy hair, a dirty face, and a hunched back.

"Where is this?"

Wang Zhong, who had received the identity and memories assigned by the system, naturally knew where this was. However, the identity the system had just assigned to him was that of a National Army soldier who had just escaped to Zenda. He was from Hunan and was a second lieutenant platoon leader in the 93th Company, 5rd Battalion, 472nd Regiment, 36th Division, rd Army. He had fought in the Battle of Xuzhou and made contributions at that time. After the war, he was promoted from a private to a platoon leader, in charge of person No. .

"This is the sick room!" The veterinarian spoke with a pure Shaanxi accent.

"Are you a doctor? You saved me?" Wang Zhong asked the veterinarian. Wang Zhong was different from the other members of the cannon fodder regiment. The system assigned him the identity of Zenda, who had just been brought here by deserters. He was shot, seriously injured and unconscious, and was rescued by the veterinarian of the cannon fodder regiment.

However, the cannon fodder regiment is not yet called the cannon fodder regiment. Most of the people gathered in the barracks are deserters and wounded soldiers who have escaped from the north. There are all kinds of people.

"Don't move! Don't move! The bullet hasn't been taken out yet!" Seeing that Wang Zhong was about to move, the veterinarian quickly reached out and held him down.

“Why not?” Facing Wang Zhong’s question, the veterinarian looked embarrassed and said, “I don’t have the conditions here! I don’t have any medicine!”

Nowadays they can't even get enough food, let alone medicine. These defeated soldiers are not loved by their grandmothers or uncles. They are like stepmothers and are disliked wherever they go.

Wang Zhong looked at the veterinarian, sat up, and asked, "Do you have a knife?"

The veterinarian nodded: "Yes!"

"You got a needle and thread?"

The veterinarian nodded again.

Wang Zhong said: "Please help me boil the needle and thread in boiling water to disinfect it, and then prepare some hot water."

"Do you want to remove the bullet?" How could the veterinarian not understand Wang Zhong's intention?

Wang Zhong looked down at his dirty, worn military uniform covered in blood, feeling the pain in his shoulder. He grinned at the veterinarian and said calmly, "If the bullet is not taken out, the wound will become inflamed. Not only will his arm be damaged, but even his life will be in danger."

The veterinarian is a doctor, although he is just a barefoot doctor with average medical skills, and is even teased by everyone as a veterinarian, but he still has some medical skills, especially after following the team for so many years. Even if his medical skills were not that good originally, they should have been honed after treating so many wounded people.

The vet nodded and turned away.

Wang Zhong then began to look around. The space in the room was not small, but it was a little dim. There were more than a dozen wounded people lying on the straw like him. Their injuries varied in severity, but their faces were all pale.

Wang Zhong had a sharp eye and could tell at a glance that if these wounded soldiers could receive timely treatment, they could basically be saved. However, without medicine, no matter how skilled the veterinarian was, he could not save them.

More than ten minutes later, the veterinarian finally brought in Wang's important things. Along with the veterinarian came a young man who was limping.

Wang Zhong had already undressed himself and opened the wound that had been bandaged by the veterinarian. Although the bleeding had stopped, the wound was already festering. If it was not treated, it would become inflamed and ulcerated sooner or later.

"Dude! Wake up!" Meng Fanle saw Wang Zhong sitting up by himself and immediately started teasing him.

“Hmm!” Knowing that this guy was a stickler, Wang Zhong didn’t waste time talking to him and said to the veterinarian, “The light in the room is too poor. Let’s go outside!”

"Okay!" The veterinarian didn't say much and just nodded. This was Wang Zhong's own choice. Although he was a doctor, he could only respect it.

Wang Zhong was shirtless, revealing a festering wound on his right shoulder. He didn't ask them to help him, but just stood up, walked past the two of them, and walked out.

The sunlight outside was a bit dazzling. When Wang Zhong walked out of the door, he subconsciously squinted his eyes and raised his hand to block the sunlight.

There were quite a few people in the yard, but Wang Zhong ignored them. The most important thing right now was to take out the bullet and treat the injury. Otherwise, he would probably lose his life before he could complete the main task.

There was a low long table under the eaves not far away, and next to it was a big man lying on a hammock woven with hemp ropes, biting a palm-leaf fan, with four or five watches on his exposed wrists.

Wang Zhong, shirtless, walked to the long table and looked at the big man: "Brother, is this table yours?" The man on the recliner glanced at Wang Zhong and didn't say anything.

Wang Zhong was not annoyed and continued, "Can you lend it to me?"

The man's eyes fell on the wound on Wang Zhong's shoulder and said, "It's not mine, take it if you want to use it!"

The veterinarian and Meng Fanle also came out of the ward.

Wang Zhong dragged the low long table to the middle of the yard, then sat on it and said to Meng Fanle, "Brother, can you please bring the boiled needle and thread and the hot water over here?"

Looking at Wang Zhong's polite smile, Meng Fanla, for the first time in his life, did not say a few bad words as usual. Instead, he turned and went into another large house where Wang's important things were all. The veterinarian came to Wang Zhong with his equipment.

After a while, Meng Fanle also limped out of the house carrying a wooden basin.

Seeing this, the defeated soldiers around also gathered around curiously, but the veterinarian scolded them not to get too close.

Wang Zhong lay down on the long table and said to the veterinarian, "Come on!"

The veterinarian handed over a short stick and said, "Bite this!"

Wang Zhong pushed the veterinarian's hand away and said, "No, I can handle it! Come on!"

The veterinarian raised his eyebrows, but was defeated by Wang Zhong's firm and confident eyes. He took out a match, lit one, burned the blade of the scalpel, and looked at Wang Zhong and said, "I'm going to cut it!"

Wang nodded and said, "Come on!"

The veterinarian swallowed his saliva, gripped the scalpel tightly, and cut into the wound on Wang Zhong's right shoulder. The sharp blade cut through the blood scab and flesh, and blood immediately flowed out.

Wang Zhong clenched his teeth, but his breathing remained steady.

Meng Fanle and a group of defeated soldiers nearby unconsciously gathered around again, watching the scene intently.

The veterinarian skillfully cut open the flesh and used clamps to hold the wound open.

"I see the bullet head!" The veterinarian showed joy on his face and hurriedly picked up the tweezers, dipped them in hot water, and then burned them with a match before inserting them into the wound that was bleeding continuously.

"It's stuck in the bone!" The veterinarian couldn't help but frown as he tried to clamp it several times but failed.

Just as he was about to take out the tweezers and think of a way, Wang Zhong stopped him with his hand! "Clamp the bullet first."

Although the veterinarian was confused, he still did as he was told. Wang Zhong held the tweezers and signaled the veterinarian to let go. At the moment the veterinarian let go, Wang Zhong suddenly exerted force with his left hand and swung his hand. The bloody tweezers brought up a ball of splashing blood, and a deformed bullet covered in blood was caught in the middle of the tweezers.

The veterinarian looked shocked, but he quickly came to his senses and hurried to help Wang Zhong treat the wound.

The veterinarian used hot water to clean Wang Zhong's wound and said, "If you want to sew up the wound, you have to cut off the blood scabs and suppuration."

"cut!"

Wang Zhong threw the tweezers and bullet into the teacup beside him and said without hesitation.

The veterinarian looked at Wang Zhong's resolute face, met his determined gaze, picked up the scalpel again, and began to operate.

Wang Zhong frowned, subconsciously grabbing the rest of the long table with his left hand, feeling the veterinarian cutting away the blood scabs and rotten flesh from the wound one by one. The fleeing soldiers around him all stared with their eyes wide open, not daring to even breathe.

Even Milong, a guy from the Northeast who was lying on the hammock and ignored Wang Zhong at first, couldn't help but come over. Seeing this scene, he was shocked.

Although the veterinarian was old, his hands were still steady and his movements were quick. He cleaned the wound in no time. However, the blood also flowed all over Wang Zhong, onto the long table, and onto the ground.

"I need to sew it!" The veterinarian picked up the needle and thread and reminded again.

Wang Zhong said: "Sew it!"

The veterinarian took a deep breath and asked the narrator Meng Fanle to help press the wound. He then threaded the needle on both sides of the wound and quickly sewed the wound up like sewing clothes.

After stitching the wound, the veterinarian applied some hemostatic herbs that he had picked from outside the city to Wang Zhong before bandaging the wound.

Then he helped Wang Zhong clean the blood off his body.

The defeated soldiers stared in amazement at the blood all over the ground, and at Wang Zhong, who looked like nothing happened except for his slightly pale face. They were all stunned and shocked.

Wang Zhong smiled and bowed to the veterinarian, saying, "Thank you very much. May I know the doctor's name?"

"My name is Hao Xichuan!" The veterinarian said, "Although your wound has been treated, it may still become inflamed. You must be careful these days. Don't get wet, don't..."

"Thank you, Dr. Hao!" Wang Zhong spoke pure standard Mandarin, and no one could tell his accent.

"It's your duty! It's your duty. You're welcome!" Seeing that Wang Zhong's face was only slightly pale, the veterinarian breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face.

Wang Zhong introduced himself: "My name is Wang Zhong, I'm from Hunan, and I was originally from the 73nd Regiment of the 5th Division of the 472rd Army!"

"This is Fanle!" The veterinarian nodded and hurriedly introduced Meng Fanle next to him to Wang Zhong.

Meng Fanle pulled the veterinarian and introduced himself: "My name is Meng Fanle, I'm from Beijing, you can call me Fanle like everyone else!"

Meng Fanle was still somewhat immersed in the sudden and powerful action of Wang Zhong just now, so he spoke so politely.

"Thank you very much for what I did just now, brother!" Wang Zhong said.

"That's enough!" the veterinarian interrupted hurriedly: "You just had the bullet removed, and you've lost so much blood, you should rest first!"