Chen Shanhe woke up from a coma and found that he was being wrapped in linen instead of gauze, especially his chest, which was wrapped layer after layer.

Looking at the large circle of linen on his chest that looked like it had been washed many times, Chen Shanhe asked with difficulty: "Have you ever boiled this bundle of linen in boiling water?"

The hygienist's face turned dark instantly. You can question my medical skills, but you cannot question my hygienic conditions.

All right!

Looking at my dry and cracked hands, it is impossible for anyone to be very hygienic in this day and age.

(There was a record: During the Anti-Japanese War, the North China Eighth Route Army faced a severe situation, and the disease rate among the troops was very high.

The Japanese *** implemented a three-light policy (burn them all, kill them all, and loot them all) in the base areas. The base areas encountered natural disasters and food was extremely difficult. In the summer, the troops relied on black beans as their staple food. Their physical fitness declined and the number of patients increased sharply. From the agency to the company, malaria,

Diseases such as dysentery, enteritis, and scabies are widespread.

In some troops, the incidence rate is as high as 80% or even over 90%. The company has become a rest home, the company commander has become the ‘director’, and the regimental commander has become the ‘dean’)

The health workers at the battalion headquarters at that time were all soldiers trained in an emergency, and they could only do simple bandaging. What kind of medical skills could they have?

Chen Shanhe knew from the look on his face that the roll of linen on his body had definitely not been boiled and had probably been washed and dried.

So he sat up with difficulty and began to unwrap the linen wrapped around his body. He didn't want to be shot to death but get infected because of these linens.

The health worker turned around and walked out with an ugly look on his face. Since he woke up, he wanted to inform the platoon leader who was waiting outside the door, but he didn't expect that the battalion commander was also there.

Chen Shanhe was struggling to unwrap the linen wrapped around his body when the battalion commander and platoon leader came in. As soon as they came in, they saw Chen Shanhe unwrapping the strips of cloth wrapped around his body.

When the battalion commander saw it, he quickly asked: "Hey, what's the matter with you? If you are injured, you need to bandage it. What do you mean by taking it apart?"

Chen Shanhe looked disgusted: "If you use this to bandage, you may not be shot to death, but you may die from infection and suppuration because of using this to bandage!"

It’s not even cooked!”

Although the Eighth Route Army had suffered heavy losses to the Japanese army after several battles, the veterans who had climbed the snow-capped mountains and crossed the grasslands had consumed a large part, and had once again replenished a large number of local soldiers. Instead of increasing, their combat effectiveness had declined sharply. They were all new recruits.

He has no real training or combat experience.

Of course, the same goes for hygienists. They are all ordinary soldiers. They need to find a smart person to train for two days and learn how to bandage.

Although I also learned at the headquarters hospital that the bandages used to cover wounds must be boiled and sterilized before they can be recycled.

But I have been fighting and moving these days, and I don’t have time to make a fire to boil the linen used for bandaging. I can only wash it.

When the battalion commander heard this, he quickly looked at the hygienist: "Hygienist, have these bandages been sterilized by high temperature?"

The health worker had a grimace on his face: "Batalion Commander, we have just moved and are only now settling down. We haven't had time to do all this yet!

Besides, it’s cleaned…”

When the battalion commander heard this, he already understood what was going on.

"I order you to immediately steam all the bandages at high temperature, dry them, and then replace the bandages on all the wounded!

If the wounded gets infected because the bandage has not been sterilized by high-temperature steaming, I will shoot you!"

(There is no doubt that health workers are often sacrificed on the battlefield. Soldiers who are brought up temporarily do not have much experience and knowledge even after a short period of study. It is normal to make mistakes.)

The hygienist took the removed bandages and other unused bandages and went to find the pot.

Chen Shanhe looked at the two people in front of him calmly: "How did I get here?"

As soon as he woke up, he saw that he was in the house and on the earthen bed. If he hadn't seen the Eighth Route Army uniform that the health worker was wearing, he might have killed him naturally. Even if he was injured, he would still be powerful.

At this time, the two men in front of me wearing Eighth Route Army uniforms looked like they were officials.

Upon hearing Chen Shanhe's question, the platoon leader of the reconnaissance platoon quickly stood up and explained the matter.

I heard that the equipment of the dozen Japanese soldiers whom I had killed were also brought by Sun Shijiang and others.

"Comrade Chen Shanhe, in addition to 10 rifles, there are matching firearms, ammunition and bullet belts, as well as a silver-white box, which looks quite expensive. Do you know what that is?

That fellow Sun Shijiang said that after you jumped off the cliff with two Japanese soldiers in your arms, when they found you, you were holding the silver box."

Silver white box.

Only then did Chen Shanhe remember that when he stabbed a Japanese soldier with his bayonet, he also pushed him into another Japanese soldier who looked like an officer with a command knife, and then they fell down a mountain wall hundreds of meters high.

"...Just when I thought I was going to die, I appeared in a strange place.

High-rise buildings, beautiful women, and those strange people, guns, and cars...

The beautiful woman said, that will be our country 70 years later...

He also said that we won this war against the invaders!

When I left that world and came back, she gave me a silver-white box, saying it was a medical box!"

After hearing his words, the battalion commander and platoon commander said nothing, but looked at him with pity, and then sighed in unison.

After a while, the battalion commander comforted him: "Don't worry! Comrade Chen Shanhe, we will definitely win, and the little Japs will be driven back to that island by us!"

After saying that, he looked at each other with the platoon leader, his eyes full of regret.

Maybe, in their hearts, Chen Shanhe was probably crazy at the moment. Even if he wasn't crazy, there was something seriously wrong with his brain.

He only has random thoughts, but even if he thinks wildly, his wishes are good, which proves his true love for this country.

Because in his wild thoughts he saw the victory of the war and the beautiful country decades later.

As for the medical kit, I'm afraid it was taken from the Japanese army!

"Hey, by the way, I haven't asked yet, which unit of the Eighth Route Army are you from?" Chen Shanhe then remembered that he hadn't asked the other party's identity yet.

The battalion commander took a closer look at the big bump on Chen Shanhe's head, which had disappeared a little. It looked like it would be completely gone in three or four days.

What a pity for a fighting hero!

He sighed and replied: "I am Zhang Dabiao, commander of the first battalion of the 386th Brigade's new regiment. Comrade Chen Shanhe, do you remember which regiment you are from? Which battalion you are from?"

Chen Shanhe shook his head: "I don't remember!

But I remember that I was holding the medical kit before I passed out. Is that medical kit in your hands now?"

Although he has no memory now, he knew that it was a medical kit when he looked at the box.

I have a more general idea of ​​what is in it, at least there are anti-inflammatory drugs and injections.

Just now, the hygienist wrapped the wound with repeatedly used linen that had not been steamed at high temperatures. If not treated in time, it may cause infection.

That's why he couldn't wait to ask about the medical kit.

In addition, he was a little doubtful whether the scene he saw was real.

That medical kit is a piece of evidence to prove whether the people and things he encountered, as well as the high-rise buildings are real...

So he looked forward to the next answer.

The reconnaissance platoon leader nodded: "We do have a silver-white box in our hands. We haven't opened it yet to check. I don't know if it is a medical box!"

When Chen Shanhe heard this, he realized that there really was a medical kit.

If there really is such a thing as a medical kit, then the high-rise buildings and the brightly lit world even at night are not the illusions I had before I fell into coma!

If all this is true, then have you really been to the world more than 70 years later?

So, the battle was won?

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