Chapter 227 224. Litokwa's personal diary

[Explosion~ Shouting~ Bullet Shooting~]

"Cough cough cough cough cough stretcher! Come on stretcher, there are wounded people here!"

"where?"

"I guess I was blown up here by the shells that just flew over."

"I am coming!"

[Pressing footsteps], [gasping], [that the stretcher throws on the ground]

".Release him onto the stretcher, slow down, don't move his injured arm. Oh, neck! His neck is bleeding, give me gauze, press it tight! Hurry! Look for Littok quickly!

Doctor Wa, he should be rushing in front to save people, call him and then."

[Gasping sound]

"."

[Through breathing sound]

"Wait. He seems to be Dr. Litokva, Dr. Litokva!"

"There is too much bleeding, hurry up, send it to the ambulance!"

"By the way, where is the wounded soldier just now?"

"The wounded soldier. The shell happened to fall where he was."

[Explosion sound~]

".It's too dangerous here. Let's transport him back to the ambulance first, hurry!"

Littokva woke up, with a dirty ceiling in front of him, and a blanket covered with his body. The wounds on his arms and neck were still aching, but he seemed very calm as he listened to the chatter of those comrades who survived.

On the morning of the 26th, not long after the battle began, the Krawov infantry battalion where Littokwa was located was disbanded.

The soldiers of the entire battalion lost nearly 2/3, and the major battalion commander Krawolf himself was seriously injured. After the battle, the remaining troops were temporarily reorganized, and Littokwa, as a accompanying doctor, also needed to continue to go to the front line to treat the wounded.

The scene just now appeared yesterday morning, but now it remains in his mind. As long as he closes his eyes or falls asleep, it will appear.

Litokwa was lucky. Although the fragments after the shell splits the blood vessels in the neck and the muscles of the left arm, and there were several wounds on his body, his fortune was saved. After yesterday afternoon's surgery, he has recovered quite well now.

Not bad, I can even get out of bed and walk around.

Of course, there were still losses. The medicine box I carried with me disappeared. The stretcher who rescued him only helped to pick up his diary.

Diary.

Littokva took out the little book with blood from under his pillow, with his name written on it: Littokva, an ordinary Austrian military doctor. The last time he was opened was on the 25th night, it was already

I haven't written it for 3 days.

He looked at his hands. Although his left hand was wrapped tightly with bandages, his right hand was just a skin wound and could move completely.

Write!

Littokwa asked for a quill and ink from the doctor's assistant, and sat by the bed and began to slowly recall the experiences of these days. To sum up with his words, it was chaos.

He was the new military doctor who went to the battlefield for the first time. All this came too suddenly, and there was no chance to react. He could only rely on the belief in saving people in his mind amid the roars around him.

Keep moving forward.

Where to start?

It's still the beginning of the old-fashioned weather, which seems mediocre for the novel, but it's the best for the diary.

[On September 26, there was some fog in the morning, but it quickly dissipated, followed by an excellent sunny day.

The entire Third Army took advantage of the good weather to leave the fortress, and the queue seemed to be several miles long. This was the first time I saw a powerful army in preparation for battle, and I could be one of them.

Be proud, really.

Even though I encountered so many difficulties afterwards, I still firmly believe in this.

It was such a sunny day, our troops met the Prussian army]

“28 beds, Litokwa!”

"arrive!"

"I'm going to check the wound. What are you doing?"

"Write a diary."

"You have to pay attention to your neck. If the previous wound cracks again, then things will be in trouble."

"It's okay, I'll be careful." Littokva put down his pen and returned to the bed to lie flat, allowing a surgeon who entered the house to examine the wound in the bandage area. "How am I recovering?"

"There is a little red and swollen, but it's not a big problem." The surgeon gently squeezed both sides of the wound and found no seepage, so he prepared to change the medicine. "The neck is fine for the time being, and the incision on the arm must be waited for tomorrow."

"Actually, I don't have to bother you, I can watch it myself."

"Oh, yes, you are also a doctor," the other party hesitated for a long time and said, "But I still have to be responsible for you. The injured doctor is also a wounded person."

After saying that, a gauze strip covered with slightly irritating liquid was wrapped around the hemostatic forceps to gently wipe the wound.

Littokva knew it hurts, and often said to the patient, "Hold on" it. Now it's his turn: "It hurts so much! Can you be gentler??"

"I have to do this, or your neck will rot in a few days." The surgeon said and said that the strength in his hands became heavier.

Of course, Litokva knew what he was saying was the truth, because there were several patients with fever in the ward these two days. When something really happened, the doctor could do very limited things: "Okay, I'll bear it."

Changing the dressing is not as severe as ordinary people think, nor is it as relaxed as doctors think, and pain is inevitable.

He could not move for half an hour after changing the dressings, so he could only lie on the bed and wait for the scorching pain to slowly disappear.

However, after half an hour, the pain did not disappear at all, but it was relieved appropriately. Littokva gave up his fantasy, barely got up, endured the pain and picked up the quill again:

[As the head of surgical treatment for the Krawolf Infantry Battalion, I followed the entire army to operate.

This is not a concert with rhythm and emotional progress, but a cruel battle that gives people a heavy soul blow from the beginning. The battle was quite intense from the beginning, and I was at the back of the army so that I could observe the front

Is there any soldier falling to the ground?

I saw the enemy's shells smashing the heads of comrades, I saw the shells smashing the limbs of comrades, I also saw soldiers dead under dense shotguns and being shot into sieves, I saw them like stewed veal

, repeatedly rolling up and down in a big pot of soup called Battlefield]

The writing was interrupted again. This time the person who entered the ward was not a doctor, but a large group of medical staff. They pushed a modified bed car into the ward.

The one who lay on the bed should be a wounded soldier, but his limbs were very complete, and only his head was covered with thick blood-wet gauze. Looking at his wounds, maybe it shouldn't be called a wound, but

It was a gap because half of his head was gone.

"Ronane, bed number 31, you guys stay and closely observe his blood pressure and heart rate."

"Also observe the ooze and urine volume."

"By the way, there is also a thermometer. You need to take your body temperature every two hours and always pay attention to whether he has a fever. If the body temperature rises, please notify me as soon as possible. You also need to make necessary records!"

"OK."

After hearing this person's words, several medical staff went straight into work and divided the work and cooperated very beautifully. But what made Litokva even more curious was the young doctor who had just left. The layout of facial features on his face looked familiar, as if

Have you seen it somewhere.

"Doctor Kavey, have you never seen it?"

"Cavi? That Kavi Hines?" Littokva was a little excited, but his weak body could not allow him to leave the ward quickly and keep up with the man's footsteps. "There have been rumors that he would not be safe in order to ensure his safety.

Will come here, and now the rumors are self-defeating, is he still here?"

"Yes, I was invited to the operating room by Dr. Bill Rotter as soon as I arrived at the fortress."

Among the doctors and nurses responsible for postoperative recovery of Ronalne, a man stood up and asked, "What? If you have something to do with Dr. Kavi? If you have something to do, you can go to the office to find him, it is on the third floor."

"No, I met him once in Vienna, and I just wanted to meet him." Littokva was a little restrained. "I started training in August, so I saw him very limited."

"Oh, if nothing is important, there is nothing to do. Kavi still has a lot of work to do and will not waste time to meet an acquaintance."

"But he will have rounds next, and he will probably meet."

"That's great!"

The excitement quickly dissipated.

The people in the ward expressed their appreciation for the guy who was broken by the bullet shooting, but only on the spiritual level. In terms of medical care, they had nothing to help.

The same is true for Litokva. He could only quietly walk to the doctor and nurse, ask carefully about the situation, and could not do anything. He didn't even know that such a seriously injured person could still rely on surgery to survive. It was simply unheard of.

Is surgery now developing to this point?

Why are there never such surgical examples on the surgical science and surgical maps you learned?

Unfortunately, the exquisite surgery in the eyes of outsiders is still limited, and the situation of the injured soldier is not optimistic. The surgery seems to have only delayed his death and will have to endure many challenges in the future.

It is really hard to guarantee Ronalne's life by relying solely on rough 19th-century medicines, and everything can only be done by yourself.

Litokva was in a bad mood. After walking slowly in the ward for a while, he continued to return to his bedside and passed the sleeping time by writing a diary.

[The entire Cravortex infantry battalion was destroyed by the battle. Major Cravortex survived in the hospital, but he could no longer use his gun to the battlefield for the rest of his life.
To be continued...