A young man who looked like an officer held a shell gun in his right hand and pushed away the people blocking his way with his left hand. A group of soldiers behind him surrounded a stretcher. They had just come down from the battlefield. Their clothes were tattered and bloodstained, and their faces were filled with killing intent. They directly carried the wounded into the operating theater of the field hospital. It seemed that they did not intend to go through any procedures at all. A young assistant saw this kind of violation of the system and criticized it. He did not expect to be slapped twice on the face before he could finish his sentence. The assistant was furious. This was really the opposite. He dared to come here and behave atrociously. He was about to call the guards, but suddenly he did not make a sound because he realized that the officer had raised a shell gun at his head. The assistant was transferred from the field army. He was not an amateur when it came to guns. He could tell that the other party was not bluffing. The head of the shell gun was wide open and the bullet was already loaded.
The officer said coldly to the assistant,"Do the surgery for our commander immediately. Don't tell me that there's a queue for the surgery again. Listen, if anything happens to our commander, I'll kill you first, and then the doctor. The surgery will be done immediately." The assistant's face turned pale. He knew that there was no reason to reason with these soldiers who had just come down from the battlefield. They were a group of people who had lost their minds. Moreover, this injured person was a division commander. In the later stages of the War of Liberation, it was rare to see casualties among the division level officers.
The assistant did not dare to be negligent and immediately called the doctor to carry out the surgery. At this time, Li Yunlong, who was lying on the operating table, was really badly injured. The bandage on his abdomen was removed, and his purple intestines immediately slid out of the huge wound. His whole body seemed to be soaked in blood, and his blood pressure was close to zero. The doctor quickly washed his body and found that he was covered in wounds. He counted 18 wounds, all of which were shrapnel wounds.
The chief surgeon, Takeda Jiro, was a Japanese military doctor who was captured in the late period of the Anti-Japanese War. After being captured, he was very touched by the humane treatment he received. He volunteered to join the Japanese soldiers 'anti-war alliance and stayed in the Eighth Route Army to serve. He was a very experienced surgeon. He had saved at least a hundred seriously injured people.
But today's surgery was a little nervous. This seriously injured man was a division commander. Outside the operating room, there was a group of heavily armed and bloodthirsty subordinates staring at him. These uncultured soldiers had a very simple way of thinking. If their division commander couldn't save him, it meant that the doctor didn't treat him properly. It was the doctor's turn to settle the score.
At the thought of this, Dr. Takeda's hands trembled. The injured man in front of him was too seriously injured. His blood was almost drained. His entire body was like a broken bottle that needed to be repaired everywhere. As the shell exploded at a close distance, the shrapnel entered very deep. The surgical forceps that clamped the shrapnel could not even reach the wound. A shrapnel entered from the left cheek and came out from the right cheek, shattering a few molars on both sides. If it was just a little more, the tongue would have been knocked out.
The doctor was sweating profusely. The blood in the blood bank was almost used up. Only two of the soldiers standing at the door had the same blood type. The director of the hospital urgently summoned the medical staff of the hospital to check the blood type. Only the nurse of the nursing department, Tian Yu, had the same blood type. 400cc of this young nurse's blood was injected into Li Yunlong's blood vessels.
Dong Dahai, the company commander of the Second Division's security company, was sitting on the steps outside the operating room, fiddling with his shell gun. He closed the head of the gun and opened it again, scaring the people around him. He was listening attentively to the movements in the operating theater. Every piece of shrapnel that was pulled out of the operating theater and thrown into the metal plate made a clang that made his heart tremble.
He was a veteran of Li Yunlong's Independent Regiment. He had joined the army in Jinbei in 1941. When he had just joined the army, he had been a communicator for Li Yunlong. During a counter-sweep in 1942, he had been shot in the leg and was surrounded. At this time, Li Yunlong, who had already broken out of the encirclement, personally led a company with a machine gun to open a gap and snatched him out. When he broke out, the regiment commander gave him his horse to ride, but he covered him on foot.
From then on, Dong Dahai had made up his mind that Li Yunlong would always be the regiment commander of the Independent Regiment. Even if the regiment commander made a huge mistake and was demoted to a cook, he would only acknowledge Li Yunlong. The new regiment commander could be whoever he liked. He would not acknowledge him. If anyone said anything bad about Li Yunlong, he would slap them without saying a word. Without Regiment Commander Li, there would be no Dong Dahai. He had saved his life like a new parent.
In this encounter, Dong Dahai's guards surrounded Li Yunlong tightly. Because of this, he was kicked a few times by the division commander. The division commander felt that he was always blocking the front and was in the way. They protected him like this, but something happened in the end. He only remembered that after the officer in the yellow woolen uniform fired the fatal shot, he was immediately killed by the machine gunner. Dong Dahai howled and led the soldiers to charge forward. The general's guards were tough enough. They fought to the death and did not retreat. In the end, they were all killed. However, they still snatched the general away. It was unknown if he was dead or alive.
When the stretcher team came up to carry the division commander, Dong Dahai refused to let them go. He was worried, and during the dispute, he got into his old habit of hitting people. He gave the stretcher team leader a slap. In the end, it was the soldiers of the guard company who carried the stretcher.
A beautiful girl in a white nurse's uniform was helped out of the blood drawing room. Her face was pale. One of Dong Dahai's subordinates whispered into his ear,""Company commander, this nurse just gave our division commander a blood transfusion.”Dong Dahai dashed in front of the lady and knelt down without a word."" Comrade Nurse, you are the great benefactor of our entire master. You are the great benefactor of me, Dong Dahai. I kowtow to you on behalf of the entire master…" As she spoke, she kept kowtowing. The girl pulled Dong Dahai up in panic and said," Comrade, comrade, don't be like this. This is my duty…"
Dong Dahai made up his mind. He had done what he needed to do. His blood had been transfused, and it was time for his teacher to come back to life. If anything happens to them, it's not someone else's fault. I won't forgive the Japanese doctor who was the chief surgeon. F * ck, the Japanese are no good. After fighting with them for so many years, do you still not understand them? In any case, if the commander can't be saved, I'll kill this bastard first and go to the military law office. He had heard the last clang of metal eighteen times. God, eighteen shrapnel.
When the Japanese doctor walked out of the operating room while wiping his sweat, Dong Dahai ran over again. The doctor told him through the translator that although the operation was completed, the possibility of the patient surviving was not high. His injuries were too serious.
Dong Dahai was furious. Damn it, it must be because this Japanese guy didn't work hard. He reached out to pull out his gun, but was stopped halfway."Stop! What are you doing here?" Dong Dahai turned his head and was about to flare up when he saw that his head was hanging down. It was Zhao Gang, the former political commissar of the Independent Regiment and the current deputy political commissar of the column.
Zhao Gang jumped off his horse. Seeing Dong Dahai behaving atrociously here, he was so angry that he couldn't help but beat him up. Years of military life had also made Zhao Gang, who was an intellectual, have a fiery temper. He whipped Dong Dahai's butt with his whip, making him jump up like a burning iron. "You're a veteran, who allowed you to come here and behave atrociously?" Zhao Gang reprimanded. Who wouldn't be anxious when their commander was injured? You're the one who's anxious? He even pulled out his gun? What do you want? Guns are used to shoot enemies, not comrades. I heard that they even shot people? Are you rebelling? Go back and write a report for me. If you don't understand it well, I'll remove you from your post. Now, take your soldiers and get lost!”In those days, the army was in the mood to scold people, especially those from higher levels. They would scold them immediately and only criticize them after scolding them.
For a veteran like Dong Dahai, if it was anyone else who scolded him, he would have been slapped in the morning. However, once the old superior scolded him, his temper immediately disappeared and he felt quite comfortable. After all, he was the old chief. Wasn't it only right for him to scold him a little? He stood at attention, saluted Zhao Gang, rubbed his butt, and led the soldiers away.
Li Yunlong had been transferred to the intensive care unit. He was wrapped in thick bandages and was still unconscious. After listening to the dean's report, Zhao Gang waved his hand to signal for everyone to leave. He wanted to spend some time alone with his old comrade. He sat next to Li Yunlong and watched silently. Suddenly, he started to sob, and tears kept rolling down his face. Memories of his time with Li Yunlong in Northwest Jin flooded his mind…
For eight years, they had experienced hundreds of battles together. In such a dangerous and difficult environment, the two of them had survived together. When they were unhappy, they would find a fault to scold. Neither of them was the one who would only be scolded. Therefore, they would scold each other until their necks were red and their heads were covered in blood. Although they scolded each other, they felt relaxed after scolding each other. Neither of them held grudges. They drank together again. When they were halfway drunk, they fell in love again. They put their arms around each other's shoulders with tears in their eyes and called each other brothers. The past was like smoke. Back then, when the war was raging and powerful enemies were pressing down on the border, the two of them were heroic. They roamed the northwest of Shanxi, laughing and scolding.
The scene at that time was still vivid in his mind. At this moment, Zhao Gang knew that the fire of life of his old buddy was like a flickering oil lamp that could be extinguished at any time. When he thought of losing this old comrade, he felt a heart-wrenching pain. He wanted to do everything he could to keep his old buddy and snatch him back from the hands of the Grim Reaper.
Zhao Gang knew that Li Yunlong was in a deep coma, but he said without caring,"Old Li, I'm Zhao Gang. I'm talking to you. Don't f * cking pretend that you don't know. I know you're tired and want to rest for a while. Old Li, this small injury is nothing. You have to hold on. Don't act like a bear. We've been together for so many years, but I've never seen you act like a bear. The Japanese offered a reward of 100,000 yuan for your head, but we didn't sell it, so we can't sell it now. Listen to me, Old Li. You have to hold on. Even if you can't hold on, you have to hold on. Damn it, we're going to fight the King of Hell. Who are we afraid of? Didn't we also charge out of the encirclement of tens of thousands of Japanese and puppet troops? What about the Yamazaki Battalion? What about the Yamamoto Secret Service? We killed them all. During the Wild Wolf Valley ambush, 371 Kwantung soldiers fell under our independent regiment's bayonet. We are not afraid of anyone, not the Japanese, not even the King of Hell. You are only injured a little. It's nothing. Why would a five-foot-tall man care about such a small injury? If you can't hold on, I, Zhao Gang, will look down on you first. Are you a fucking bear? Wasn't he Li Yunlong from Northwest Jin? In front of the devil, you don't have a bear. You're considered a man. Could it be that he was a bear in front of the King of Hell? Just like a girl? No, have you rested enough? Stop pretending to be asleep and open your eyes. Think about it, back then, our Eighth Route Army only had three divisions with tens of thousands of people. How many do we have now? The four great field armies, two to three million people, we never dreamed of it. This time, on the Huaihai Plain, our Huaye and Zhongye joined forces to use 600,000 people to kill 800,000 of them. We are about to cross the Yangtze River. Let me tell you, there are not many left of the Kuomingtang army. Have you rested enough? " It's time for you to get up and work together. Otherwise, you won't have a war to fight. Hmph, I know you're born to fight. Without a war, it's like a cat scratching its heart. If you can't make it this time, you won't have a chance. When the country is liberated, what can you do?" What can you do? With your bad temper, no one wants you even when you're guarding the door. Don't be unconvinced. Oh, what can I do? I've been to school for a few days and can read a few words. Even if I can't teach in primary school, I'll still be better than you. So, you have to get up. You have to get through this. You still have to fight, do you hear me? "Old Li, did you f * cking hear that…" Zhao Gang cried again as he spoke. He fumbled around with a handkerchief to wipe his tears. " Chief, he's conscious…" A nurse who had just entered the room shouted.
Zhao Gang was pleasantly surprised to find that Li Yunlong's closed eyelids were moving…Li Yunlong only regained consciousness on the eighth day after the operation. He opened his eyes and found that everything around him was white. The ceiling, walls, and bedding were all so white that it was dazzling. He closed his eyes and thought for a while, but he still could not figure out why he was lying in this damn place.
" He's awake..." A girl in a white nurse's uniform shouted in surprise. A few doctors in white coats rushed over to check her temperature and blood pressure. A doctor spoke a long string of foreign language. Li Yunlong had fought against the Japanese for eight years. Although he did not understand, he knew that it was Japanese. He was confused. Damn it, where did the Japanese come from? He subconsciously wanted to touch his waist with his hand, thinking that there was still a pistol hanging on his waist. Who knew that the moment he moved, it would cause a huge pain in his wound. He groaned in pain, and the nurse quickly held him down and said,"Chief, please don't move. Tell me if you need anything.”
The pain from the wound was as if someone was cutting his flesh with a blunt knife. Li Yunlong fainted again. Before he lost consciousness, a thought flashed through his mind: " Well, this girl is pretty good..." Tian Yu was a little depressed recently. It was not because of anything else, but because the director of the Political Department often talked to her. Every time they talked, they would first ask about their well-being and how they were used to living in the army. Was there anything that the organization needed to take care of? How could he improve his thinking through studying? Did you write an application to join the party? He had to actively get close to the organization. After a few fixed greetings, he cut to the main topic."It's time to consider the issue of personal life.”
This was also a specific term in the team. It sounded very broad. Personal life, eating and drinking, emotions, headaches, fever, eating and drinking, men and women, could all be considered personal life problems. In fact, the extension of this term was very narrow. It only referred to marriage issues. Although Tian Yu had only joined the army for a year, she was very clear about the rules of the army. The director of the political department was not concerned about her personal life.
At that time, there was a famous discipline in the People's Liberation Army, called the 268th Regiment. In other words, there were three hard targets for marriage: 26 years old or above, eight years of military service, and a position above the regiment level. Logically speaking, Tian Yu didn't take any of the rules, but this rule didn't apply to female soldiers.
The director of the hospital's political department, Luo Wanchun, liked to do this kind of work. First of all, his position was highly valued by the heads of all levels. In the combat troops, all of them were monks, and there was not even a female comrade. Therefore, the chiefs of all levels who were unmarried and met the standards of the 268th Regiment naturally had their eyes on the field hospital where there were many girls. Some were sent through the organization system, and some came to contact them by themselves or through acquaintances. Therefore, the position of the director of the Political Department became important. No matter how high-ranking you were, you couldn't just glare at the lady and ask," Are you willing to marry me? This was going to be a mess. Therefore, the director of the Political Department was the best candidate. All of this could be done in the form of an organized conversation. This way, it would appear serious and well-deserved, and the success rate would be very high.
Department Director Luo had his own thoughts. Huaye had more than 400,000 soldiers, and there were many single chiefs. No matter how many female soldiers there were in the hospital, there would not be enough. To put it in a disrespectful way, there were more wolves than meat. Besides, who didn't want to marry a beautiful wife? That made the task even more difficult. Director Luo was very sensitive about the positions of the chiefs. He could temporarily ignore the regimental level officers. They were still young, and there would be plenty of opportunities in the future. He wanted to focus on dealing with the division and column leaders first. The positions of these leaders were enough to prove their future prospects. If they could solve their marriage problems, they would not forget Luo Wanchun. Luo Wanchun's position could not always stay in the position of the director of the hospital's political department.
In the army, which was mainly made up of men, young female soldiers were favored. Among this group of favored female soldiers, beautiful girls were even more impressive. Their status was no less than the hospital director and the best surgeons. Who dared to offend them? Don't look down on the fact that she's a female soldier under your command today. Who knows that she'll become the wife of the chief one day and become the chief's family?
Everyone admitted that the most beautiful girl among the female soldiers of the Fourth Field Hospital was Tian Yu. The 18-year-old Tian Yu was a typical Jiangnan beauty recognized by traditional Chinese aesthetics. She had a slender figure, thin shoulders, a thin waist, and a lot of willowy eyebrows and cherry lips. If she wore ancient costumes, she would be like an ancient lady in traditional Chinese paintings. Even Zhao Gang, the deputy political commissar of the column, who had the demeanor of a gentleman, had his heart race when he saw Tian Yu, who had just come out of the blood drawing room, when he came to visit Li Yunlong in the hospital last time. He could not help but turn his head to take a few more glances. A sentence from Song of Everlasting Sorrow suddenly popped up in Zhao Gang's mind: " A beautiful face and a beautiful willow…" Zhao Gang smiled. His way of thinking was very strange. This beautiful woman in an ancient painting had actually made him think about victory. If our army became really strong, and even such a beauty joined the People's Liberation Army, would victory be far away? Ten years back, was there such a beauty in the Red Army during the Long March? Was there such a beauty in the newly formed Eighth Route Army? I've never seen such a beautiful female soldier in our team. Doesn't that mean that we're strong enough to overthrow an old regime and establish a new one? What was needed to build a brand new country? It required the participation of outstanding people from all walks of life and social classes. These outstanding people naturally included such beautiful women. Really, this lady was too beautiful. The legendary Jiangnan beauties Li Shishi, Chen Yuanyuan, and Dong Xiaowan were probably just like this, right? This is the pride of the People's Liberation Army. These thoughts only flashed through Zhao Gang's mind for a moment, but he wouldn't say it to anyone because it was a little bit of a petty sentiment.
Generally speaking, a beauty would have a temper, and Tian Yu was no exception. She was born into a wealthy family in Jiangnan. Her cultural enlightenment was a private education. Her parents invited an old man who passed the imperial examinations in the late Qing Dynasty to be her tutor. She read a lot of books, poems, and songs. Later, she studied in a foreign school. It was a famous aristocratic female school in Jiangnan. She studied home economics, which was specially designed to train aristocratic wives. Her courses included zither, chess, painting, cooking, poetry, and needlework. Foreign languages and social etiquette. Tian Yu was a filial daughter. She worked hard to do as her parents wanted her to do.
The problem lay in literature. She liked to read novels and had a wide range of knowledge. Normally, when she read too many novels, she would naturally have rebellious thoughts in her mind. Then, she would start to think about the meaning of life. As a result, she would naturally be dissatisfied with the real society. One of her Chinese teachers recommended some novels with left-leaning thoughts, which caused a profound change in Tian Yu's thinking. Later, she found out that this Chinese teacher was an underground party member. His thinking and motivational skills were first-class. Tian Yu's departure from school made the People's Liberation Army team have a beautiful female soldier.
It was the third time that Director Luo Wanchun of the hospital's Political Department had this conversation with Tian Yu. The first two conversations were not pleasant. The first time was when he wanted to introduce Tian Yu to a deputy commander of a column. The second time, it was a division commander of the main force of the Ninth vertical. Tian Yu politely refused, which made the deputy commander, division commander, and Director Luo very unhappy. Director Luo thought that Tian Yu's family background was too bad. She was full of petty-capitalist sentiments. The organization cared so much about her and thought about her political future, but she did not appreciate it at all and rejected it immediately. If this was a girl from a poor peasant background, Director Luo would not have to waste his breath.
The problem was that there were many girls from poor peasant families in the army, but the generals were still interested in this kind of beautiful city girl with noble temperament and good upbringing. There was no other way. For example, Chen Yuanyuan, the beauty who was famous throughout Jiangnan in the late Ming Dynasty, was liked by Wu Sanjia, a general from a noble family, and Liu Zongmin, a general who was born under Li Zicheng, also liked her. Because of this beauty, even the direction of history changed. Who didn't like beauties? In front of a beauty, family background, political ideology, class brand, and whether to be close to an organization seemed to not exist.
Director Luo had been rebuffed twice. He was furious but did not say anything. He knew that he could not tolerate it anymore. He could not offend such a beautiful girl. Her status was too changeable. The speed of change often depended on a conversation or a chance encounter. It was not wise to offend a beautiful woman. Despite Director Luo's self-restraint and political foresight, the conversation still fell through.
This time, Tian Yu was introduced to a column level cadre. The persuasion work seemed to be the same as before. It was nothing more than that these leaders were old Red Army soldiers with military achievements. They had participated in the Long March and suffered many injuries. They were the precious wealth of our party and army. Their youth had been dedicated to the revolutionary cause. Such good comrades should be allowed to enjoy the happiness of their families. This was the organization's trust in you, as well as a political mission. It was a test of your loyalty to the organization, and so on.
This time, Tian Yu was a little impatient. She did not understand why Department Director Luo kept staring at her. A big battle had just ended, and thousands of injured people needed treatment. The hospital needed a large amount of medicine, bandages, and medical equipment. The medical staff wished they could grow a few more hands so that one person could be used as several people. They were already too busy with so many things, yet they still had the mood to think about the problem of a partner? If Department Director Luo really had nothing better to do, he could help the nurses wash the bandages and help the cooks to light the fire. Besides, she was very disgusted by the idea of confusing the introduction of people with loyalty to the revolutionary cause. Did those chiefs represent the revolution? Was agreeing to marry them a sign of loyalty to the revolutionary cause? On the contrary, she was disloyal or betrayed the trust the organization had placed in her? Love was love. It was different from loyalty to the revolutionary cause. If he had to get married in this life, it must be because of love and not any other factors.
"Director Luo, I thank the organization for their trust in me, but I don't want to think about this now. The army is about to cross the Yangtze River. Leader Mao has just issued a call to all the officers and soldiers to carry out the revolution to the end. There's still half of China that hasn't been liberated. There are too many things to do. How can I consider these?”Tian Yu tried her best to restrain the unhappiness in her heart and said in a gentle tone.
"Xiao Tian, I'm a political worker. Don't you understand the principle of carrying out the revolution to the end? Of course, what you said makes sense, but what I'm talking about with you is also the need of the revolution. In our team, everyone's position varies, and their contribution to the revolution varies. No matter how important your work is, it can't be greater than the contribution of the chief to the revolution. This principle is obvious. For example, if the chief has solved his family problems and has no worries, he will be healthy and happy. He can then devote himself to the cause of the revolution energetically. So are you contributing more to the revolution than you are now washing bandages and tending to the wounded?”Department Director Luo tried his best to persuade her.
Tian Yu didn't like it and felt disgusted."Director Luo, please tell me what the organization's attitude is regarding my 'personal life questions'. Was it a forced order to obey? Or is it voluntary?" "Of course it's voluntary, but the organization can use this matter to test whether your political awareness is worthy of the organization's trust in you.”Luo Wanchun's tone was calm, but Tian Yu could clearly feel the pressure increasing.
Tian Yu finally couldn't hold it in anymore. Her voice unconsciously raised an octave."If it's voluntary, then I'll tell you clearly that I'm not willing. I'm not willing now, and I'm not willing in the future. Even if I were to get married, I would get married for love, not for the sake of the chief's revolutionary cause. These are two different things. I hope that the next time Director Luo talks to me, it won't be to solve my personal life problems.”
Department Director Luo had never seen such a stubborn female soldier. She was completely unmoved and even dared to speak to him in such an unreasonable tone. It was too outrageous. He said sternly,"Xiao Tian, I'm talking to you on behalf of the organization. You're not a young student now, but a revolutionary soldier. Revolutionary soldiers have to obey the decisions of the organization unless you leave this team. You should think about it carefully and try to change your world view. You should get along with the comrades who are workers and peasants and establish the thoughts and feelings of the working class. Otherwise, you have to consider your political future. I can tell you clearly that we have many female comrades, and most of them have a high level of awareness. Taking care of the chief's life is a political task. Most women are willing to take on this political task. Why did the organization talk to you first? Isn't it for your political future? Isn't it because I trust you? Your performance has disappointed the organization. You have to consider it carefully. Don't be in a hurry to make a decision. We'll talk about it after you've considered it properly. I have time to wait for your reply.”
"Since so many female comrades are willing to accept this glorious political task, that's great," Tian Yu replied coldly. My background is not good, my awareness is low, and I'm full of petty capitalist sentiments. I really can't take on such an important task. It's better to change my worldview first, raise my awareness, and do my job well.”After saying that, she did not even need to stand at attention and salute. She turned around and left.
Luo Wanchun was exasperated. If the Bureau Chief really valued political awareness when he married a wife, why would he bother? Li Yunlong was the highest-ranking person among the wounded in this battle. Even the No. 1 and No. 2 leaders of the wild division called to inquire about him. The hospital leaders attached great importance to him and specially sent nurses with rich nursing experience and high political awareness to provide full-time care.
Li Yunlong, who had woken up from his coma, had been depressed ever since he woke up. There was an image stored in his brain, an image that was so beautiful that it moved his heart. He couldn't figure out how this beautiful image got into his brain, and where he had seen it before. Or was it a dream? The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He kept feeling that something was wrong.
Li Yunlong's full-time nurse, Ah Juan, was a village girl with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Three generations of her family were poor farmers. Ah Juan had been sold to someone as a child bride since she was young and had suffered a lot. After joining the army, Ah Juan felt that she had entered heaven. Not only could she eat her fill, but so many comrades treated her like a brother and sister. Her work was also very easy. Other than work such as injections and measuring the thermometer, which required good practice, the rest of the work was just like playing for Ah Juan. She washed bandages, washed clothes, and carried urine and feces for the injured. It was much easier to feed her than when she was working at her in-laws 'house. In short, Ah Juan was very content. Her gratitude was the most sincere. She wanted to repay the trust and training of the party and the organization. Her nursing skills and awareness improved very quickly. The leaders of the field hospital thought that she was a good seedling with a promising future. He always gave her the most important work.
This was how strange things were. Logically speaking, Li Yunlong had been in the combat unit all year round and was surrounded by monks. He rarely had the opportunity to interact with women. According to the usual reasoning, if such a man suddenly saw a woman, he would at least pay more attention to her, even if he did not stare straight at her. However, Li Yunlong had never paid attention to Ah Juan. He was a patient who was easy to serve and never had any special requests. If you fed him, he would open his mouth to eat. If you didn't feed him, he wouldn't accept it. When changing the dressing, Ah Juan's hands trembled when she saw those terrible wounds. Li Yunlong was in so much pain that he was sweating all over, but he didn't make a sound. He asked him if it hurt. He looked at you expressionlessly, as if he hadn't heard you. Usually, he would open his eyes wide and stare at the ceiling silently. He rarely spoke. Ah Juan wanted to talk to him, but he ignored her. This made Ah Juan suspect that there was something wrong with the Bureau Chief's brain.
This situation lasted for more than 20 days before it suddenly changed. That day, Ah Juan was helping Li Yunlong remove the bandages and change his dressing. As usual, Li Yunlong endured the pain and did not make a sound. Tian Yu, who was nursing in the general ward that day, had used up all the bandages on hand, so she came to Ah Juan to borrow some bandages for emergency use. The situation at that time was very strange. Tian Yu knew that this special care patient was a big chief, so she tiptoed, afraid of alarming the chief, and tried to lower her voice to speak to Ah Juan.
Li Yunlong's eyes were originally closed. He did not see Tian Yu enter the ward at all. It was common to hear the whispers between nurses, but today, he felt his heart suddenly move. He had a strange feeling that something big was about to happen. He opened his eyes unwittingly. Good heavens, his eyes actually lit up. Could there really be such a beautiful girl in the world? She was just like a painting. Li Yunlong felt that the first half of his life had been in vain. That's right, he had really seen her. It wasn't a dream. Li Yunlong's brows immediately relaxed. The wounds all over his body felt cool, and there was no pain at all.
Tian Yu had indeed seen Li Yunlong before. When he first woke up from his coma, Ah Juan had not been appointed as a full-time nurse. That day, Tian Yu was on duty. In such a short moment, Tian Yu's image was so strongly left in Li Yunlong's mind. Many years later, when the two recalled the scene of their first meeting, they were still amazed by the miracle of telepathy. Tian Yu was too familiar with this chief. From the day Li Yunlong was carried into the hospital, the sensitive Tian Yu realized that this chief was not an ordinary person. Just by looking at his murderous subordinates, she could see the chief's style of leading troops. The company commander who waved his pistol and dared to hit people with a raise of his hand really scared the medical staff. His dangerous shell gun could shoot a string of bullets at any time. After Tian Yu finished the blood transfusion, The man who was still full of killing intent just now was kneeling in front of her in public and kowtowing like pounding garlic. His red eyes were even flowing with tears of gratitude, causing Tian Yu to be so shocked that she could not speak for a long time. What kind of chief was this to be loved by so many men who were like wolves and tigers? Tian Yu's intuition told her that this injured person was definitely not an ordinary person. He was still so awe-inspiring despite being injured like that. Tian Yu smiled at Li Yun Long who had just opened his eyes and turned around.
Her smile alone was enough to topple a country. Li Yunlong almost fainted again. Strangely, as soon as Tian Yu left, Li Yunlong's wound hurt so much that it was unbearable, and his mood became extremely bad. Although Ah Juan was still as careful as usual, it still made Li Yunlong angry. He rudely poured the medicine tray in front of him on the ground, and all kinds of medicine bottles scattered all over the ground. Then, he tore open the bandage that had just been wrapped, and the wound split open again. Blood gushed out again, dyeing the blanket red. Ah Juan was so scared that she was dumbstruck...
The hospital director and the doctors persuaded Li Yunlong to wrap the bandage on his behalf. Then, they criticized Ah Juan harshly, making Ah Juan cry in grievance. The hospital director and the political commissar had just returned to the room after dealing with the problem when Ah Juan wiped her tears and reported that the Bureau Chief had gone on a hunger strike. No matter how hard they tried to persuade him, he refused to eat.
When the hospital director and political commissar heard this, they jumped up again as if their buttocks were on fire. They thought to themselves that this Bureau Chief was usually easy to serve. Why was he possessed today? This matter was a bit tricky. This Division Commander Li used to be from the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army, which was the predecessor of the current Central Plains Field Army. Later, he was transferred to Huaye and was highly valued by the field commander. This time, the two field armies of Huaye and Huaye fought together to fight the Huaihai Battle. It just so happened that Division Commander Li, who had many old subordinates, old leaders, and old comrades-in-arms of the two field armies, was seriously injured. This was going to be a lively scene. The first and second leaders of the two field armies, the various columns of the two field armies, Li Yunlong's old commanders and old comrades from all divisions called. Some of them gave instructions with a tough attitude, some of them pleaded with him sincerely, and there were even unreasonable threats, saying that if they could not save him, they would send troops to kill the dean and political commissar.
Although the hospital leaders knew that this was a muddle-headed person who was anxious and would not take it to heart, the continuous phone calls for several days clearly conveyed the message that this was not an ordinary person. The dean and the political commissar were regimental level officers with more than ten years of military experience. They had seen many division level officers, but they had never seen such an extraordinary division commander.
A few days ago, the Huaihai Battle had just ended, and the two field armies of nearly a million troops had been marching south without stopping. Rows of infantry columns, cavalry columns, tanks, and artillery vehicles rolled south from the road beside the hospital, stirring up yellow dust. From the ranks, senior officers and middle-ranking officials came to visit in jeeps and horses. At that time, Li Yunlong was still unconscious. The visitors stood silently by the bed for a while, then grabbed the hospital leader's hand tightly. She kept saying things like please, ten million, and so on. After she finished speaking, she left. In those days, the hospital was like a market.
The hospital director and the political commissar muttered in their hearts, God, please don't let anything happen to this Commander Li. If anything were to happen to him, they wouldn't be able to survive. What was wrong with Commander Li today? Why did he suddenly lose his temper and skip his meal? The hospital director and political commissar were anxious. Luo Wanchun, the director of the Political Department, was a well-behaved person. He asked Ah Juan carefully, not letting go of any details. After asking, the context of the matter was somewhat clear, but he would not expose this matter. He just asked the director as if nothing had happened."I don't think Ah Juan is suitable to be Teacher Li's special nurse. Even if she didn't do anything wrong, Teacher Li gets angry whenever he sees her. This is the reason why we should consider replacing her.”"Who should go?" The hospital director still did not understand. "I think we should change it to Xiao Tian. She's meticulous and has good skills. What do you think?”Director Luo said. "Then let's give it a try." The dean agreed. After a while, Luo Wanchun reported to the dean,""It's fine. Division Commander Li has eaten again. Xiao Tian is feeding him.”"Oh, that's great." The director seemed to have some enlightenment.
[Note: When Li Yunlong was injured, the first phase of the Huaihai Battle had not ended. There were still nearly 50 days before the victory of the entire battle. The direction of the entire battle was not clear yet. Therefore, Zhao Gang's arrangement of 600,000 to eat 800,000 was not appropriate.]
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