The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 592 Quack Doctor and Bane (Bonus Chapter for the Year of the Old Man Who Never Returned)
"He's beyond saving! Move him aside and put him with the other brothers who died in battle. It won't be so lonely if they walk together on the road to the underworld."

After lifting the eyelids of one of the brothers on the stretcher, they saw that his pupils were already dilated.

With an unusually weak and helpless tone, 803 uttered these words.

Upon hearing this, the two laborers, covered in the smell of gunpowder and having struggled to carry the stretcher back, immediately lost their hope and their eyes dimmed.

You should know this! This brother was still alive on the road.

Suppressing their grief, they silently lifted the makeshift stretcher and walked towards an open space on the left, their steps unusually heavy.

In that spot, there were already countless corpses covered with burlap, neatly arranged; they were all brothers who had died in the battle of Xiangyin County.

And in the time to come, as long as the Japanese soldiers who stubbornly resisted in the city were not all killed, the number of corpses would continue to increase.

To the right of 803, several wounded soldiers were having their wounds treated and bandaged. Their screams mingled together and carried for a long distance.

Based on all of the above, it should be easy to see that the location of 803 was a field hospital.

That was indeed the case, after breaching the city walls guarded by the Japanese.

Unlike other transmigrators, 803, a newcomer who had just arrived in this world, did not lead a small unit to engage in street fighting with the Japanese.

Instead, based on the pre-war assigned tasks, he was responsible for working with a group of doctors from the 74th Army to establish a frontline hospital just outside the west gate of Xiangyin City.

The wounded, who were carried out one by one by armed civilians on stretchers, received emergency treatment.

That is, stopping the bleeding, bandaging, and giving an injection of penicillin.

As for surgery, don't even think about it. There isn't even a thatched hut here, so the conditions for surgery are simply not met.

Originally, 803 thought this arrangement was quite good.

First, he really enjoyed the sense of accomplishment he got from treating the wounded and helping them survive.

Secondly, it is safer here than on the front lines of the battlefield.

After all, even if they die in battle after time travel, according to Hu Biao and the others, they can be resurrected in the modern world; but what if they can't? Are those deadbeats just fooling people?

Even if they could be resurrected, the process of being shot, blown up, or stabbed to death is still a process, and it's truly painful.

Wouldn't it be better to stay here? The role we play is far greater than going into battle with a rifle.

However, now, 803 no longer thinks that way; because he has discovered that although the field hospital is already very close to the battlefield, it is still far from enough.

Many of the wounded soldiers' injuries could have been saved if treated a few minutes earlier.

For example, the brother he just checked died from excessive blood loss after his thigh was broken by a machine gun.

When they were carrying him to the hospital, if they had tightly bound the area just above the broken leg with belts, ropes, and strips of cloth to stop the bleeding, there would have been a very high chance he would have survived.

Unfortunately, the two laborers were just farmers and didn't understand this simple hygiene knowledge.

After hesitating for a few seconds, 803 gritted his teeth and made a decision.

He thought to himself, "Instead of staying here sighing and lamenting, I should go into the city to save people. I can save as many as I can. Anyway, we don't need another second-rate doctor like me to bandage the wounded."

Then, carrying a small first-aid kit and pulling out a Browning M1911 pistol for self-defense, he strode into the city gates that had already been opened...

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After entering the city, the sounds of gunfire and shouts of battle seemed even louder in comparison to those at the field hospital.

After a few seconds of observation, 803 charged straight toward a battlefield not too far away, where the gunfire was quite loud.

The reason for choosing this direction is simple: the greater the commotion, the more intense the battle, and the more wounded soldiers need to be rescued. The more he can do there.

After running forward for more than a hundred meters, he saw two laborers carrying an injured person, rushing towards him along the stone-paved road.

Just by glancing at the wounded man lying on the stretcher, 803 felt thankful that he had made it into the city, otherwise another brother would have died in vain.

The most serious injury suffered by that patient was clearly a fracture of the posterior ribs.

Based on his medical knowledge, he knew that in this situation, the injured person could only lie on their side.

Lying on his back like this, with the fractured bones pressing on his chest cavity, the wounded soldier is having difficulty breathing. By the time he is sent to a field hospital, he will have already died.

Upon seeing this, 803 quickly stopped the two laborers and carefully changed the wounded soldier's lying position to a side-lying position before instructing them to slowly and steadily transport the wounded soldier to the field hospital.

On the way there, he encountered several more situations on bus 803 that left him speechless.

Fortunately, he either performed emergency hemostasis or cut open the trachea to create a temporary airway. With such emergency treatment, these injured people had at least a two or three percent better chance of survival.

Before long, he had rescued several people, and 803 felt an indescribable sense of relief and was in a very good mood.

This continued until he arrived at a battlefield where both sides were engaged in fierce fighting; and after seeing the situation before him...

Suddenly, I felt a mix of amusement, exasperation, and extreme urgency; my emotions were incredibly complex.

To be more specific, this was Xin Huo, the transmigrator. Although this was his second time transmigrating, compared to veterans like Huang Adi, he still lacked combat experience, especially in urban warfare, which he had absolutely no experience with.

Therefore, they couldn't easily see through the Japanese plot like the other veterans.

Not long ago, after accidentally stepping into the Japanese ambush, many people were quickly killed or wounded by the Japanese firepower.

Therefore, 803 could see at this moment that Xin Huo's group of sixty or seventy people were being suppressed by the Japanese in a slightly low-lying area of ​​ruins.

Less than half of them still possess combat capabilities.
The other half lay scattered on the ground, some of them still showing obvious rise and fall in their chests from a distance, proving that they were still alive.

However, if no first aid is administered for an extended period of time, the outcome can be quite uncertain.

As soon as Ke Xinhuo and his men showed themselves to fight back, they were hit by the dense firepower of the ambushing Japanese soldiers.

If they didn't show themselves, the Japanese grenade launcher would occasionally fire a grenade, further increasing the casualty figures for Xinhuo and his men.

About 20 or 30 meters to the left, there was a friendly force of 70 or 80 men who came to provide support after hearing the commotion.

However, they were currently being suppressed by a Type 92 heavy machine gun and seventeen or eighteen rifles from the Japanese; they couldn't break through for the time being to rescue Xinhuo and the others.

By the time they successfully make it to the top, it'll probably be too late.

Seeing this scene, wasn't 803 both angry and anxious?

As for why it was funny? It's because Xinhuo had only been out of the hospital for a short time, and he barely managed to catch up with the annihilation of the Japanese 6th Division, such an important battle.

Now he's clearly injured again, constantly vomiting blood. He's really unlucky...

Having quickly grasped the situation and understood that he couldn't delay the emergency treatment of the wounded, 803 took a deep breath and decided to take a gamble.

The first is to bet that the unscientific claim made by veterans like Hu Biao—that one died in battle during time travel but was resurrected in the modern world—is true.

In that case, he would dare to do something incredibly crazy:

Help the friendly forces on the left, break through the Japanese blockade, and go up to rescue Xinhuo and the others.

The second gamble was that he would succeed in his impending crazy tactics, avoid being killed or seriously injured in the process, and still have the strength to rescue the wounded from Xinhuo.

Then, 803 jogged over to the friendly troops who were exchanging fire with the Japanese.

He addressed the leading lieutenant with the order: "Give me some grenades, at least four."

As the lieutenant beckoned to the man beside him and handed four grenades to 803, he noticed the small medical kit on the man's body, which indicated he was a doctor, and the rank of major.

Somewhat puzzled, he asked, "Sir, what are you planning to do? How can we help?"

With his hands moving swiftly, 803 tied four grenades together with a belt and replied calmly, "I'll charge up there and try to blow up that heavy machine gun. Remember to cover me."

That's right! The chief medical officer of the 803rd Independent Regiment in northern Jiangsu is now completely going all out.

He not only had to save lives, but also had to forcefully fight his way through to save lives.

Leaving aside the fact that the lieutenant was stunned by this statement, a few seconds later 803 rushed out at the fastest speed he had ever seen in his life.

Then, using the greatest agility and reflexes of his life, he kept rolling and dodging as he moved forward.

They even prayed with the utmost sincerity to the passing deities for their blessing, hoping that their actions would be successful.

Whether it was 803's prayers that worked or not, he managed to run unharmed through the hail of Japanese bullets to a point seventeen or eighteen meters away from the Japanese heavy machine gun.

He lay prone behind a pile of bricks, pulled the pin on a grenade, and, holding onto a section of his weapon belt, waved the grenade strapped to it above his head.

After swinging the grenade three times in succession, thinking that the centrifugal force and acceleration were sufficient, he threw it with all his might.

When the huge explosion rang out, the Japanese's deadly Type 92 heavy machine gun was blown over.

The friendly forces, which had been suppressed for a long time, immediately charged forward with a roar, led by the lieutenant; after a bloody battle, they finally drove away the ambushing Japanese soldiers.

Two minutes later, looking at 803 who had stopped his bleeding, Xin Huo solemnly said, "Quack doctor! Thank you."

"You're welcome, we're all here," 803 instinctively replied, but only halfway through his answer did he realize something was off.

Damn it! Because of my mediocre medical skills, has the nickname "quack doctor" finally landed on my head?

"Isn't it just about hurting each other? Come on, who's afraid of who?"

With these thoughts in mind, 803 continued, "We've all risked our lives to fight the Japanese, no need to be so polite, you jinx."

When Xinhuo heard the word "jinx," his face turned pale.

This is because I seem to have had terrible luck during this transmigration, which is why I got this awful nickname...

(End of this chapter)