Those who live on the battlefield have no tomorrow, so you will never hear veterans talk about the future, and you will never hear them talk about what will happen after victory. For them, this is the most stupid topic. No one who lives in the smoke of war is willing to talk about this. They only brag about their past or study women's problems.
If you ask the tired veterans on the battlefield where they want to go the most, the answer may be the same: the hospital. Only when they are there, they don't have to do anything, don't have to worry about anything, and don't have to care whether it is day or night. It is very quiet there, so quiet that only the groans of pain can be heard; it is very comfortable there, with the smell of blood, alcohol, drugs, etc. mixed everywhere, which can make people sleep peacefully; most importantly, they can see women there.
Hu Yizhen deserted his post and could no longer stay in the solitary confinement room. Having served in the army for many years, the only alternative he could think of was the hospital.
The independent regiment did not have a hospital, and that medical team could not be considered a hospital. The only hospital in the entire division was located together with the division headquarters, in a residential area spread over several small courtyards. There were not enough wards, so some of the wounded were directly placed in the homes of the villagers.
Hu Yi was a little dumbfounded. This was not the same as what he thought a hospital was. It was not like the 67th Army, where doctors, nurses, and the wounded were busy gathering together in a spacious and huge place. It seemed that his idea was going to fail. This was not a quiet place. The army and the people were still one family! But after walking such a long way and not having eaten a single grain of rice, he had to solve the practical problem. So Hu Yi still gritted his teeth and reluctantly walked towards the guard standing at the gate of the yard...
In the sunlight, a tall woman in white appeared at the gate, with her hair tied up in a bun, her hands casually tucked into the pockets on both sides of her white clothes. Her mature and beautiful face showed surprise, and she looked at Hu Yi outside the gate with a very unfamiliar look and said, "Who... are you?"
Hu Yi was stunned. Are all doctors' memories so bad? Or... did I hear it wrong
The guard at the door was also stunned, staring at Hu Yi, as if to say: You don't know each other? Then why did you lie? Then he suddenly reacted, immediately took off the rifle on his shoulder, and loaded the bullet with a clatter. Enemy spy
Hu Yi was confused, but Zhou Wanping at the gate spoke to the guard: "How are you doing your security job? You come to me without even knowing who the person is?"
Hu Yi was speechless. Seeing Zhou Wanping's condescending attitude towards the guards, he basically understood. It seemed that his rank was not high enough. He turned around and was about to leave, but the beautiful female voice came from behind him again.
"Stop! Originally I could treat you as a passerby, but now, I'm afraid that's not possible! So, you have to let me get to know you!"
This sentence... Why does it sound so familiar? Hu Yi, who had his back to Zhou Wanping, thought about it and immediately frowned. This is what he had said to Zhou Wanping!
"Lock him up in the west room first and wait until I'm done." Zhou Wanping gave the order to the guards.
"Doctor Zhou, why don't I just send him to the security department..."
"No, just do as I say and don't let him get away."
"yes."
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Bang! The door closed and a guard was standing guard outside.
Hu Yi looked around the west room. There was a wooden bed and a cabinet inside. The quilt on the bed was not folded, but the quilt and pillow were piled together at the head of the bed; the door of the cabinet was half open, and half of a women's shirt was exposed at the edge.
In the middle of the room was a desk, a chair and two benches. A military blanket was casually thrown on the chair. On the desk were a few old books. One of the books was open and turned upside down on the table. Next to it were towels, combs, mirrors, tooth powder, etc., all piled up in a mess. The whole room was filled with the unique smell of the hospital, with a faint fragrance.
Medical books, long-sleeved women's shirts, and a faint smell, Hu Yi quickly calculated the answer. This is Dr. Zhou's residence. Should I be honored to be locked up here, or should I be grateful for her heartlessness
Hu Yi was no longer vague. Fish only live in muddy waters. The house was so messy that he might be able to find something to eat. He searched around and pulled out the drawers. He really found half a piece of leftover cake in one of the drawers. He squeezed it in his hand and estimated that it was two days old based on its dry and hard feeling. He chewed it in three or five bites and swallowed it. After walking for half a night, he felt sore all over. So he patted the dust off his body and rested on the messy quilt at the head of the bed. He fell asleep unknowingly...
Hu Yi hadn't slept so deeply in a long time. Maybe it was because he was really tired, maybe it was because of the smell of the hospital, maybe it was because of this messy room where he wouldn't be disturbed, or maybe it was because of something else. In short, he slept almost unconscious.
At noon, Zhou Wanping came back. After entering the room, she saw Hu Yi sleeping soundly on the bed. She called him several times but got no response. So she threw the lunch she brought back on the desk, closed the door and left, while also withdrawing the guards at the door.
It was not until the sun was about to set that Hu Yi woke up and felt something tapping his forehead. He gradually saw Zhou Wanping standing by the bed and the book she was holding, and then he remembered the environment he was in. He got up drowsily, sat on the bed, lowered his head, and rubbed his temples with both hands.
Zhou Wanping threw the book she had used to wake Hu Yi onto the desk, then said, "You really don't consider yourself an outsider, do you?"
"… "
"Now, is it time for you to take off your disguise?" Her beautiful lips raised slightly.
“…” Hu Yi still hung his head listlessly.
Zhou Wanping finally sighed helplessly: "It seems that revenge is not going to work! Tell me, why are you here?"
"I... need to be hospitalized."
Zhou Wanping glanced at Hu Yi, who was sitting beside the bed, from head to toe, and asked, "Are you injured? Where are you injured?"
"Left shoulder."
"Take off your clothes."
Hu Yi finally raised his head in a daze, staring at Zhou Wanping standing in front of him in silence.
"Take it off. Quickly!"
"… "
A bronzed, muscular chest was exposed to the air, with scars showing all at once: gunshot wounds, knife wounds, and burns.
Zhou Wanping was stunned for a moment, then frowned and turned her attention back to the bandage that was wrapped around Hu Yi's armpit and shoulder. She took a step closer, slapped away Hu Yi's hand that was trying to block her, and directly untied the bandage one circle at a time.
It was a penetrating wound, superficial, no bone damage, no infection, and it was about to heal. Zhou Wanping turned around and took out the equipment from the drawer, disinfected the wound on Hu Yi's shoulder, and then re-bandaged it.
Although he had been closer to Zhou Wanping before, and although Zhou Wanping was a doctor who was focusing on the wound, Hu Yi was still sweating with nervousness at this moment. The pair of slippery fingers busy on his skin made Hu Yi's breathing very unnatural.
"Okay, the injury will heal soon. It's not a reason for you to be hospitalized." Zhou Wanping bandaged the wound neatly. As she spoke, she packed up her things and put them back in the drawer. Then she sat directly on the chair next to the desk and watched Hu Yi put on his military uniform again.
Hu Yi buttoned his shirt steadily, knowing that Zhou Wanping was waiting for him to speak. She was a doctor, so this excuse failed now.
Looking up, Hu Yi and Zhou Wanping, who was waiting for an answer, looked at each other for a while: "Okay, I'm going to skip a task. I'm tired, I just want to find a place to be quiet and don't want to do anything."
Hu Yi talked about the same topic with Xiao Hongying, but Xiao Hongying was just a child and thought that if she was tired, she was tired and just needed to rest. He also talked about the same topic with Su Qing, but Su Qing was the person involved and could see the essence of things but could not change the outcome.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Wanping did not have any special reaction after hearing Hu Yi's words. She just suddenly asked with great interest: "Can you... tell me more details? I need to hear the specific symptoms."
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Secretary Yang, whose name is Yang Dezhi, was transferred from the division to the independent regiment.
Su Qing led Yang Dezhi into the headquarters of the independent regiment. The third company commander Hao Ping happened to be there, so they shook hands with each other. Ding Deyi smiled and asked Yang Dezhi to sit down and talk to him about work.
"Political Commissar, I came to our independent regiment because of the hardship. Although ours is the smallest, it is the closest to the Japanese. I think this is where I am most needed."
Ding Deyi put down the transfer order in his hand and smiled at Yang Dezhi: "I feel relieved when you say that. The three companies of the independent regiment still don't have an instructor. Now that you are sent here, there are still not enough people. Haha, your job will not be easy."
Yang Dezhi quickly expressed his position: "Revolution is not an easy thing to do. As a party member, you should be the first to endure hardships. Political Commissar, please give me your orders."
Ding Deyi couldn't help but ponder for a moment, considering Yang Dezhi's assignment. The first company was strictly managed by Wu Yan, so the work was relatively easy; the third company was led by Hao Ping, so they were motivated and had the best awareness; Gao Yidao's second company had the strongest combat effectiveness, but was lax in ideological work, so they needed to be appointed an instructor the most. However, Gao Yidao was... not easy to get along with. Yang Dezhi had just arrived, and Ding Deyi didn't know his specific temperament and personality, and whether he was suitable to work with Gao Yidao.
Hao Ping, who was standing by, saw the political commissar thinking about it, and he could probably guess what Ding Deyi was hesitating about. In terms of combat effectiveness, the third company could not compare with the second company, and in terms of execution ability, the third company could not compare with the first company. Now the third company's biggest reputation is the word "red", which means active, so Hao Ping felt that in order to continue to maintain this advantage, he had to take over the first instructor, seize the initiative, make the third company famous, and become a model company.
Besides, Hao Ping found Yang Dezhi, who looked handsome and elegant, quite pleasing to the eye. What if the next person he was assigned to was not to his liking? So Hao Ping spoke up: "Political Commissar, I request to be assigned to our third company as the instructor. I think I can cooperate well with Comrade Yang Dezhi."
Ding Deyi didn't expect Hao Ping to ask for it, so he turned his head to look at Yang Dezhi.
While Ding Deyi was thinking about the problem, Yang Dezhi was also thinking about something. Now Hao Ping suddenly spoke, and Ding Deyi was also watching his attitude, so Yang Dezhi said seriously: "Political Commissar, I know the difficulties of the independent regiment now, and I also know what you are struggling with. How about this, temporarily as a temporary expedient, I will serve as the instructor of the third company, and temporarily take over the instructor of the independent regiment to help the work of the other two companies. When the later personnel are in place, my position as instructor will be cancelled. After all, our regiment does not have many people now, I think I can handle it, do you think this is okay?"
Su Qing on the side showed an approving look. This method alleviated the difficulty of insufficient political workers to the greatest extent, but Yang Dezhi would suffer.
Hao Ping was surprised when he heard this, and thought to himself, "As expected of a man wearing glasses, you are ambitious. Instructor, that's the battalion level. After the personnel are in place, can you still withdraw? Do you want to take the position directly? But for the third company, this is not a bad thing."
Ding Deyi picked up the cup, drank a sip of water slowly, and then slowly put the cup down: "Okay, let's do this first."
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