Soft and cute Zaizai wins in the era article

Manni herself was actually sweating. After all, this was her first time using such crude surgical instruments.

Fortunately, although the process was difficult, the results were satisfactory:
"Next is the shoulder. Let me check the injury first."

There were actually more than two wounds on this child's body, but the one on his thigh was the most serious.

Manni's skillful movements made Wang Hongming, who was helping wipe the blood stains with gauze from time to time, envious.

After half an hour, only the final stitches were left. Only then did Manni remember that she was careless and she didn't have the tools to sew at all.

"You still have to take him to the hospital."

The two wounds on the shoulder and thigh had to be sutured.

"Can I go on the battlefield again?"

The little soldier, who was awake the whole time while the bullet was removed but didn't feel much pain, looked at Manni with tears in his eyes.

"Yes, the bullet has not penetrated into the bones. Your injuries are not serious and will heal soon. It will not affect your ability to continue fighting Japanese soldiers. However, you will have to stay in bed for a short period of time."

Political Commissar Tan had already arrived at the infirmary when Manni was busy getting the bullets. When he saw her really skilled and serious look, he left to go about his business.

So Manni was busy non-stop, and he didn't see it until a soldier who was shot near the heart arrived. Manni simply stopped the bleeding and then helplessly sent him to the rear.

Of course, Manni didn't know now that her simple treatment of the wounded man had successfully saved his life.

After more than three hours of continuous rescue and treatment of the slightly injured, Manni almost fell down when she moved.

This is different from previous surgeries. This is a race against time and life.

For more than three hours, she was not only highly concentrated, but also because the tools in her hands were not convenient, which delayed the time she needed.

"I'll get a set of surgical instruments as soon as possible."

The battle was over, and Political Commissar Tan, who had finished a section, came to see the wounded who remained at the regiment headquarters.

He was actually satisfied that all the injured were not sent to rear hospitals this time.

After all, this can reduce the pressure on the rear hospitals, and secondly, it can also relatively ease their escort tasks.

Manni held the table with one hand and nodded:
"If you can, get some disinfectant and anti-inflammatory medicine. If you don't have any, drinking alcohol will do."

But Manni also knew that her words were in vain, not to mention antiseptic and anti-inflammatory drugs, it was difficult to find even the strong liquor to drink.

We still have to find a solution from herbal medicine.

Political Commissar Tan saw the hesitation on Manni's face and gritted his teeth:
"We try our best."

Of course he knew the importance of disinfectants and anti-inflammatory drugs, but the headquarters hospital probably didn't have many of these.

After seeing the wounded again, Manni returned to the accommodation arranged for her to rest.

……

Successfully proving her usefulness, Manni spent the next time in the infirmary, and together with Wang Hongming, she took a few young soldiers up the mountain to collect medicine.

However, relying only on the strength of a few of them was still a drop in the bucket. Fortunately, in a short period of time, except for the original few slightly heavier wounded, the infirmary was already empty.

This also means that in a short period of time, they will not be able to use the newly prepared medicinal materials for disinfection, anti-inflammation, hemostasis, and analgesia.

After about three or four days like this, Manni had forgotten about the other two young students who had come to the northwest with her and were still alive, but they came to her door themselves.

One of them is twenty-three or four years old, and the other is about the same age as Manni. But among them, there is no original little bamboo horse in Manni's memory. "We are leaving here soon, Yang Manzhen, goodbye."

Among the two people, the older one seems to be named Chen, and is a classmate of the original Zhuma.

"Brother Chen, have a nice trip."

Manni paused when she saw him, then took out a pen and a pocket watch:
"This is your brother's relic. If you go back one day, bring these two things to his family."

Manni lowered her eyes, thought for a moment, and then reached out to take it:

"it is good."

She really didn't have anything of his on her, and since she would probably be in a relatively safe place at the rear from now on, she might actually have a chance to bring these two things back to his family.

After seeing them off, Manni continued to go back to the mountains to collect herbs every day.

Another week passed in a flash, and the bandages of the wounded who remained at the regiment headquarters had all been removed by Manni after this period of treatment.

The seriously wounded who went to the rear, except for one of the most serious ones, all returned to the team.

It was also at this time that Manni was called over by Political Commissar Tan:
"Look, does this belong to you?"

A small suitcase appeared in front of Manni, and she was pleasantly surprised:

"Yes, this is mine. In addition to a set of surgical instruments, there are also two changes of clothes, three books, a pen and a bottle of ink, and my identification."

This small suitcase was given to her by a lady from a wealthy family whom she met when she was studying Western medicine.

Her brother studied abroad and brought her everything from suitcases to scarves and chocolates.

But the girl got married last year.

Political Commissar Tan signaled Manni to take the small suitcase back:
"It was sent by comrades from the guerrillas. Be prepared. We will send someone to take you to the headquarters early tomorrow morning."

Originally, their group of student children would also be sent to the headquarters, but it was delayed a few days ago due to special reasons.

As for the little comrade Yang Manzhen, to be honest, no one in the group is willing to send her away. This shows that they know her ability and know that leaving her here is a loss.

"..."

Manni thought about whether she could leave, but then thought of the serious situation now.

She is not actually afraid of sacrifice, but she feels that rather than fearless sacrifice, the place she should stay is the hospital.

For the first time in three lifetimes, she stood at attention and saluted a very standard military salute. She said nothing more, but took out her pen from her small suitcase and gave it to Political Commissar Tan:
"Political Commissar Tan, see you later."

In this way, Manni was escorted by a platoon of soldiers to the rear headquarters hospital.

The conditions at the headquarters hospital are relatively better, but there is still a shortage of doctors and medicines, and the most used ones are herbal medicines.

On the day Manni arrived, she started to perform some minor surgeries.

Her skillful and neat movements soon attracted the attention of the director. Then, the workload on her hands began to increase, and the injured gradually changed from lightly injured to seriously injured, and finally completed the operation independently.

She gradually became familiar with her colleagues and comrades, but she was too busy and tired. Whenever she had free time, she spent more time studying.

To learn the knowledge of this era, she consulted newspapers and various books published in the border areas, including old Chinese doctors in the hospital and foreign Western doctors.

(End of this chapter)