Siheyuan: Relieve stress and relieve worries

Chapter 561 Severe Injury Treatment
At the headquarters of a certain unit in the rear, the sentry on duty was on alert at all times. Suddenly, an American Dodge truck appeared in front of them and drove quickly towards the gate. The sentry at the gate blew the whistle and shouted, "Something's going on!"

A team of soldiers loaded their guns and quickly aimed at the car in a defensive posture, but they didn't expect the car to stop about 300 meters away from the gate, turn off the engine, and then there was no movement. A soldier at the observation post looked carefully with a telescope and saw that a man dressed the same as himself was leaning back in the driver's seat with his eyes closed.

The observation post shouted down: "Captain, it seems like we are one of them."

The captain of the guard company below waved his hand and said, "Surround them, be alert, and move quickly."

At this time, the division commander and chief of staff of the command center were alarmed. How could they not be alarmed when an enemy vehicle suddenly appeared here? They brought their guards to the gate, but they could only go to the guard post and watch with binoculars because the gate was closed.

The guard captain came to the cab and opened the door. He saw a man sliding down from the cab. His uniform was stained with blood. It was impossible to tell where he was injured. The guard captain shouted, "Hurry up, save him, and send him to the field hospital."

Two soldiers quickly fetched a stretcher, put the man on it and ran to the field hospital. The soldiers behind the vehicle stood there in a daze, motionless. The company commander shouted, "What happened to you?"

The division commander in the command center drove forward and ran over, followed by many people. He turned to the back of the car and saw the scene inside. He was also stunned. He had already recognized who was inside.

Che Xiangqian took off his hat, saluted with tears in his eyes, and everyone did the same, with tears in their eyes, taking off their hats and saluting, because this company had completed the mission, not only holding the position for 72 hours, but also fighting to the last soldier.

June 1952, at the Union Hospital in Beijing

In Ward 602, a young soldier was dozing off. It looked like he had been on duty for a long time. On the bed, Wang Wenyuan groaned in pain. The young soldier woke up with a start, rushed to the bed, and shouted, "Comrade Platoon Leader, Comrade Platoon Leader, are you awake?"

Wang Wenyuan heard the voice, slowly opened his eyes, frowned, and asked, "Where am I?"

Who would have thought that the young soldier didn't answer him at all. He opened the door and rushed out, shouting as he ran: "Doctor Wu, he's awake, Doctor Wu, he's awake!"

Wang Wenyuan looked around and confirmed that he should be in a ward, but he couldn't move his head and could only see very limitedly. He tried to get up, but he really couldn't move at all. He heard hurried footsteps outside and several people in white coats ran in.

The white-haired old man in the lead looked at Wang Wenyuan lying on the hospital bed, flipped his eyelids, put on the stethoscope again, and stretched the other end into Wang Wenyuan's clothes.

After a while, the old man smiled and said, "Yes, he was finally rescued, otherwise Old Li would have turned against me."

A middle-aged female doctor nearby said, "This child is really lucky. He was shot eleven times and there are still seven or eight shrapnel in his body, but he still survived. Mr. Wang, you are amazing."

Old Wang said, "It's because he has such a good physique and strong vitality. He's awake now. Take good care of him, young man. You're great. We need heroes like you."

Old Wang turned around and gave some instructions to the nurses and doctors below. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, everyone go out. The patient needs to rest. I have to call Old Li to tell him the good news."

After they left, Wang Wenyuan thought about what happened to him afterwards. Oh, yes, he put the bodies of his comrades in the space, then went down the cliff behind, went around to the enemy's rear, robbed a car, put his comrades in the back, and then drove back. He didn't remember anything afterwards.

The young soldier looked at Wang Wenyuan with admiration. Wang Wenyuan's facial muscles were stiff and he couldn't smile. He asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You are our role model, you are a great hero. I heard that you were seriously injured, but you were still able to drive more than 200 kilometers. How did you do it?" the young soldier said excitedly.

"I don't know either. Maybe my comrades-in-arms blessed me. Compared with them, I'm nothing." Wang Wenyuan looked a little sad.

The young soldier felt a little sad when he heard this. He looked at Wang Wenyuan and said, "Should I not ask this, Comrade Platoon Leader?"

"What's wrong with asking? Those people are heroes. We should greet them often and remember them at all times," said Wang Wenyuan.

"It's a pity that I can't go there. I have talked to our squad leader many times, and he beat me every time." The young soldier said frustratedly.

"How old are you?" Wang Wenyuan asked. "I, I'm fifteen," said the young soldier.

"Oh, he was about the same age as you when we went there." Wang Wenyuan said this and fell into deep thought.

The young soldier saw Wang Wenyuan and thought he was tired, so he walked to the door and sat down.

Wang Wenyuan thought that his brothers were all fifteen or sixteen years old when they crossed the river. It was all because of Qi Mengjun, that idiot. He told them that they would be civilians after joining the company. There were no civilians on the battlefield, only soldiers.

Wang Wenyuan slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

For nearly four months afterwards, Wang Wenyuan remained in the hospital for treatment. It was not until the end of the year that he was able to slowly stand up and walk again.

During this period, many troops came to see him. He also knew that his company had won the first-class collective merit. He was always proud of his company. When the division commander called him to ask if he had any requests, he only said one thing. Before his death, the company commander told him that he hoped to restore the sharp knife company. Che Xiangqian was silent for a long time and said, "I know. I will definitely fulfill your company commander's wish."

Two months later, when Wang Wenyuan was able to move normally, he didn't want to stay anymore, but Mr. Wang didn't allow it. It was not until Wang Wenyuan requested again to return to the army that Mr. Wang called Minister Li. The next day, Minister Li came to Wang Wenyuan's ward with his secretary.

Minister Li looked at Wang Wenyuan and said, "I came to see you. Do you remember me?"

Wang Wenyuan sat on the hospital bed and said, "I know you are Minister Li of the Armed Forces Department."

Minister Li asked, "Are you feeling better?"

Wang Wenyuan said: "I feel like I'm all better now."

"Do you think you know how serious your injuries are? Two bullets hit your lungs and one bullet went through your heart. What's more, there is still a shrapnel in your head that has not been removed. Do you think you are healed now?" Minister Li said angrily.

Wang Wenyuan knew all this. Minister Li said, "Here is your soldier's ID and your belongings. I have brought them all to you. When you are discharged from the hospital tomorrow, come to my office to find me. I have already greeted the guard. Remember, I will be waiting for you in the office at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Minister Li left with his secretary. Wang Wenyuan sat on the hospital bed and sighed. It seemed that he would never be able to go back.

The young soldier looked at Wang Wenyuan and asked, "Brother Wang, what does the leader mean?"

Wang Wenyuan looked at him and said, "Xiao Chen, your brother may be retiring. Oh, that's not right. I didn't join the army." Wang Wenyuan quickly looked through his soldier ID card, which read, "Name: Wang Wenyuan, Age: 17, Position: Platoon Leader, Unit Affiliated: Sharp Knife Company of the ******* Special Forces Battalion"

Wang Wenyuan asked: "Xiao Chen, who told you that I am the platoon leader?"

"Our squad leader, the day after you were transported back, I received the assignment. Our squad leader asked me to stand guard for a heroic platoon leader." Xiao Chen said.

Wang Wenyuan sighed. He knew that Che Xiangqian knew that he would definitely leave the army, so he gave him a position as a platoon leader and then let him leave with honor.

Wang Wenyuan looked out the window, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one. Xiao Chen stared at him with wide eyes and said, "Brother Wang, where did you get the cigarettes from?"

Wang Wenyuan was stunned. He was so busy thinking that he forgot that Xiao Chen was in the room. He took it out directly from the space. Fortunately, he reached into his pocket.

Wang Wenyuan turned around and said, "Minister Li just sent it." He pointed to the military satchel on the bed.

Xiao Chen looked at the bag on the bed and believed what Wang Wenyuan said.

(End of this chapter)