Beacon 1937

Night, March [-], [-]

Chen Yuchen's blue-gray officer's uniform was covered with silt and dried blood, and his face was ashamed, but his black eyes were still surprisingly bright.He covered his bleeding right arm with his left hand, but still stood up straight.

"Doctor! Why are you here?" He stared at Ivan in shock, unable to believe his eyes.

Ai Wen was delighted the moment he saw Chen Yuchen, and his nerves that were about to rot suddenly came alive.Only then did he realize that he had longed to see an acquaintance, an acquaintance who was still standing before him alive.However, when he saw the other party's bleeding arm, he immediately changed into a doctor's expression.

He stepped forward to inspect Chen Yuchen's injuries somewhat rudely... A few shrapnel got stuck on his arm, causing his blood to soak his sleeves, but it looked terrible, but the injury was actually relatively shallow.

"Nurse Zhang, please take the lieutenant down to treat the wound, and I will deal with this soldier." He ordered the head nurse while shifting his gaze to the bloody leg in front of him.

"Good doctor."

"..." Chen Yuchen stared at Ai Wen for a long time, but in the end he didn't say anything. He knew that now was not the time to pursue, so he obediently followed the head nurse out.

"Doctor...doctor...is my leg still there?" The soldier's face was distorted in pain, and the mud on his face made Ivan unable to see his original appearance clearly. Only those black eyes were filled with tears, but He bit his chapped lips tightly, trying desperately not to let it fall out.

"Yes, still..." Ivan whispered.

There was no way he could tell that while it was still there, he had to have the leg dismembered.

"Can... still keep it?" The soldier stared at the ceiling and asked with sobs.

"...If I don't take it off...you will die." His leg has been blasted to pieces, and if the charred flesh is not treated, the wound will fester and lead to complications such as sepsis...eventually died.

The soldier broke down in pain after hearing his answer, but he still wanted to hold back, so his intermittent crying seemed even more heart-piercing.

Ai Wen silently injected an anesthetic injection on his thigh, and tied a tourniquet on the root. After the anesthetic took effect, he picked up the saw...and sawed off that leg...

Alvin knew that he would suffer from phantom limb disease like many people.His brain would think his legs were still there, denying any deformities, but time would get him used to them.

When he stopped the incision with gauze and continued to bleed and wrapped the bandage, the soldier stopped crying.

"Doctor...how is Lieutenant Chen?" the soldier asked in his hoarse voice, still staring at the ceiling.

"He's fine, with minor injuries."

"That's good...that's good..." The soldier murmured, and then he didn't speak again for a long, long time. When Aiwen thought he would stop talking, the soldier said again, "Our entire company... It was blown away...only me and Lieutenant Chen were left..."

Ivan's hands, which were being bandaged, froze for a moment.He thought he was used to it. He knew that people on the front line were dying all the time. However, when a person who was on the scene told him personally, Ivan's heart still couldn't help but tremble.

"You need to rest well. After the effects of the anesthesia wear off and you are in pain, you can ask the nurse to give you a shot of morphine, but don't rely on it, it will make you addicted."

"Okay, thank you...doctor..." The soldier smiled weakly at him.

Ivan felt that the smile was so harsh, and so was the thank you.He really didn't want to just save his life, but his leg if possible.

"Tomorrow morning you will be sent to the rear hospital with a group of wounded soldiers, rest at ease!" After finishing speaking, he turned around and opened the curtain and walked out, calling two nurses to send the wounded soldier to the inpatient room .It is said that it is an inpatient room, but there is not a single bed, because there are so many wounded soldiers, they can only be placed on stretchers on the ground in rows next to each other.

Aiwen took a long breath on the spot, he was really tired, and the continuous intense and efficient treatment made him exhausted.He has not closed his eyes for several days, and even if he had the chance to close his eyes before, it was only a short rest for two or three hours.

He took off the cloak on his body, walked into the common room shared by doctors, and changed into a white coat that had been washed white.These are washed by the nurses. They not only take care of the wounded, but also ensure that every corner of the place is clean.Since the number of medical staff is far less than the number of wounded, capable nurses like head nurse Zhang must not only be able to give injections and infusions, but also learn to correct misplaced bones and suture wounds.These nurses are familiar with the treatment of trauma, and they don't change face in the face of bloody wounds.