Only heroic warriors who have been tested by life and death on the cruel battlefield have experienced too much life and death, so they have a deep feeling about the tenacity and fragility of human vitality.

Thirty-three years later, Wen Feng didn't remember this sentence that he saw in that book, but when he saw a scene in front of him, he didn't know how to instantly understand the profound meaning of this sentence.[]

When you approach the division's medical team, the first thing you see is blood. The bright blood red suddenly appears into your eyes. It is so touching and sad.

A stretcher was placed next to the barracks door. There was a young soldier on the stretcher. He had already closed his eyes pale at this time. It was not that no one cared about him, but because his injuries were too serious and he had stopped breathing. At this time, the medical staff at the medical center had to put him aside for the time being in the face of the wounded who had more to be rescued.

Even though the young soldier had already left the battlefield, his body was covered with loess and smoke, and his hands and legs were covered with blood. Maybe he still had dreams, maybe he still had too many expectations for life, but because of the war, everything had to end.

In fact, according to his injuries, Wen Feng and Li Fei were not very serious when they looked at them thirty-three years later. His injury was only on the knee of his right leg. A violent bullet hit his knee. The powerful impact force broke his entire leg and caused a comminuted fracture. The entire calf of his right foot had been deformed and placed on a stretcher. Since the bullet broke all the bones, this leg was basically useless.

This kind of injury is not fatal in theory. As long as it can stop bleeding at extreme times and rescue it, and then perform high-level amputations at most, the life of the young soldier can be completely saved.

However, unlike the future thirty-three years later, there were no ambulances and no immediate hemostatic drugs. At that time, the situation of the Chinese team was unlikely to have helicopters to pick up and send off the wounded like the US military, so such injuries actually became particularly fatal on the battlefield.

A living person has to endure severe pain on the battlefield, and he has to watch the blood gushing out along the aorta, knowing that his life is slowly passing by, and the unforgettable pain is entangled in his mind. Even the tenacious warrior will collapse in the face of all this. The flame of life will be as fragile as flowers at that time.

"Put him in, don't let him move around. You can't anesthetize him here, you can only let him endure the pain..."

"Comrade, you are stronger, it's okay, it'll be fine in a while..."

"Be careful, give him a blood transfusion and press his right hand...oh...no, he...he is too strong..."

"You two comrades in front, please help me too..."

Just as they walked to the gate of the camp, bypassing the young soldier who had already died just now, Wen Feng and Li Fei looked at the number of eight wounded people lifted from the Dongfang Dajiefang, and five seriously injured people. They couldn't help but integrate into it, helping the two little faces to be red and hard to carry a seriously injured soldier. The wounded person was placed on the barracks bed, but they were drunk by a crisp sound in the operating room ahead.

"What's the matter? How can we help?"

Following this voice, Wen Feng turned around and found a soldier lying on the operating table. He was gritting his teeth and shouting loudly, and there were medical staff members from both men and women next to him to help.

"you……"

The person who called Wen Feng was obviously a woman, and should be the attending doctor who treated the soldier. When Wen Feng turned around and walked towards the operating table quickly with Li Fei, a hint of confusion and surprise suddenly flashed in the female doctor's eyes, and there seemed to be an uncontrollable joy, as if fireworks were blooming brilliantly in the beautiful night sky. Unfortunately, the soldier on the operating table roared her with a painful roar, as if she was shocked from the moment of loss of consciousness. She was stunned and said to Wen Feng:

"I want to perform surgery on this soldier, but he was injured in his eyes. In order not to affect his brain nerves, he cannot be anesthetized. You have to help me suppress him and never let him move around, otherwise..."

"I understand, let's hold him down?"

Wenfeng wiped his sweat on his forehead. The wounded here were all bloody heroes from the front line. When he saw them, Wenfeng seemed to see Tian Zhuangshan who was injured on the battlefield. He thought of Zhao Fulai and a row of injured brothers, so if he could help him, he would naturally leave no room for anything. At this time, he wiped the sweat and didn't care about the strange eyes that suddenly appeared in the eyes of the female military doctor wearing a mask.

"You press his head, you help me press his right shoulder, right... That's it, but give me a little bit to the side and give me some surgery!"

The soldier was in extremely serious injuries on the operating table. When Chu Luan saw that the bloody bullet seemed to have been shot from the corner of his eyes on his right side, then it was stuck directly in the temple. The cruel and ruthless bullet penetrated his entire eye. But I don’t know whether it was the misfortune or luck of the warrior. This bullet should be a stray bullet, so the bullet had little momentum, but it just hit this position and did not generate a strong rotational momentum. Otherwise, the warrior would definitely not be able to save his life.

"Okay...I...I'll suppress him, you can have surgery!"

The seriously injured soldier was obviously losing too much blood and his eyeballs were knocked out at the wounded position, so he was already in a state of half-disia. Under the influence of this heart-wrenching pain, he could not take care of everything around him. Once he felt bound, he struggled desperately. Fortunately, Wen Feng was not weak. When he pressed his left and right back of his head with both hands, the soldier might have struggled for a long time and was a little weak, so he quickly stopped him.

"Okay...you must hold it down. This position is too dangerous, don't move..."

The smell of smoke and blood was everywhere around the operating table, but when a beautiful hair fell down close to Wen Feng's chest, a scent of hair that seemed extremely familiar poured into Wen Feng's nose. He could see a pair of slender hands wearing medical gloves from the crack of the female military doctor's white and tender neck like snow.

The slender hand held a scalpel with one hand and a medical tweezer with the other hand. When the sharp scalpel steadily cut it into the corner of the soldier's eyes, Wen Feng saw the blood suddenly gushing out. Then, due to the severe pain, the soldier pressed by Wen Feng had a huge roar of pain in his mouth and began to struggle hard.

A bleak heat flowed down the warrior's forehead, and the bright red blood flowed into Wen Feng's palm. Wen Feng had no idea how great the potential a person had when he was suffering from severe pain, but when the seriously injured soldier began to sway his head and body, Wen Feng was not allowed to use all his strength to suppress him.

"Comrade, it's okay, it'll be fine in a while. You have to be quiet. We are helping you with treatment and it'll be fine soon..."

"Look... just hold on for a while, your injury will heal soon and you can go to the battlefield again..."

"Well, if you want to order something else, the peach blossoms in my hometown are about to bloom. Are the flowers very red? It's fascinating..."

But at this moment, Wen Feng suddenly heard a slightly magnetic and soft sound from the mouth of the female military doctor who was undergoing surgery. He clearly saw the female military doctor carefully clamping the bullet with tweezers, and his small hand seemed to have used all his strength to try to clamp the seriously deformed bullet tightly and pull it upwards.

Even because of the excessive force, the literary style could clearly see that a pink sensation surged in her pink skin, but at this time her nerves were as tough as iron. While performing surgery, she also softly comforted the warriors during the surgery. The sound was like the eldest sister next door or the mother who cared for the child. It made people feel at ease and intoxicated.

Is this the woman on the battlefield? They should be afraid of blood, they should be afraid of harm. Thirty-three years later, Wenfeng even saw women in life screaming like a rat or cockroach countless times, but this woman showed him the extremely tenacious side of women facing danger...

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