novelaction Chapter 136 The First Battle Test of the Medical Support Team
Chapter 136 The First Battle Test of the Medical Support Team
At night, the field hospital, ablaze with lights, stood like a solitary, unyielding island against the boundless inky darkness, struggling to withstand the onslaught of pain. The wounded were brought in like a tide, some lying on stretchers, their bodies limp and powerless, as if they had lost their life force; others, supported by their comrades, their steps unsteady, each step a arduous trek through the darkness. The intertwining cries and groans, like razor-sharp blades, piercing each person's heart and lungs, filling the makeshift hospital with a suffocating pain.
The seriously wounded arrived one after another, as if the gate to the underworld had suddenly opened, and there was no end. Some of them had incomplete limbs, blood gushing from the broken limbs like a bursting dam; some had their abdomens torn, their intestines vaguely visible, and the bloody smell filled the air; some had suffered severe head injuries, their skulls sunken, and their consciousness blurred. The candle of life in them flickered like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.
Medical resources were extremely scarce, and medicines were distressingly scarce. The meager supply of hemostatics, anti-inflammatory drugs, and painkillers was like a drop of water in the desert for the countless wounded. The surgical procedures were rudimentary: the simple operating table wobbled, the worn instruments creaked, and the dim lights seemed to tremble, presenting insurmountable obstacles to the rescue efforts.
"There are not enough hemostat!" a nurse shouted anxiously, her voice trembling uncontrollably. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down her forehead like beads from a broken string. Her eyes were full of anxiety and helplessness, as if she had fallen into the abyss of despair.
"The bandages are gone!" Another voice sounded immediately afterwards. It was that of a young medical officer. She looked at the empty medicine cabinet, her hands trembling involuntarily, and her lips were bitten with deep bloody marks.
The female medical officers busily shuttled among the wounded, their figures appearing particularly exhausted in the dim light. Their foreheads were covered in beads of sweat, their hair, soaked with sweat, clung to their cheeks, like flowers in the rain, delicate yet resilient. Yet, the wounded soldiers were filled with resistance to them.
"There's fighting and killing on the front line, what does it have to do with women!" A seriously injured soldier roared, his eyes burning with anger and distrust. He refused the female medical officers to approach him, as if their help was a blasphemy to his dignity.
Worse still, some lightly wounded soldiers took advantage of the chaos to harass the female medical officer. They whistled, hurled obscene language, and even tried to pull at her shirt. This behavior instantly ignited the other wounded, and the entire hospital erupted in chaos. Some began smashing objects, others shouting curses, and the situation nearly spiraled out of control.
Faced with this chaotic scene, the female medical officers were filled with anger and helplessness, but they knew that saving lives was the most important thing at the moment.
"Don't panic, everyone. Saving lives is the most important thing. Save lives first!" An experienced female medical officer shouted loudly in a firm and powerful voice, trying to drown out the noise of the commotion.
They began to demonstrate extraordinary ingenuity and creatively utilize limited resources. When they didn't have hemostats, they tightly wrapped a cloth around the wound and applied just the right amount of pressure. When they ran low on medicine, they meticulously mixed and diluted small amounts of medication to maximize its effectiveness.
For the seriously injured, the female medical officers worked together, some stitching up wounds, their fingers trembling with nervousness; others closely monitored the wounded's vital signs, never taking their eyes off the instruments. Even for those with less serious injuries, they quickly bandaged them, not slacking off in the slightest.
After a night of hard work, their bodies were exhausted, as if all their strength had been drained away, but their spirits remained as strong as steel. Finally, they successfully rescued a large number of wounded soldiers.
As for those soldiers who violated military discipline and regulations and insulted and molested female medical officers, Concubine Su personally ordered them to be confined for several days, severely reprimanded for their behavior in front of everyone, and punished them to undertake the heaviest and most difficult logistical work as a warning.
Those soldiers who were originally resistant, looked at their injuries gradually getting better, their eyes filled with guilt and gratitude.
From then on, the female medical officers and the Women's Corps medical team, with their strength and courage, earned the sincere respect of everyone. In this land rife with pain and hope, they wrote an enduring legend for the medical support team with their actions. They were like roses blooming on the battlefield, guarding the light of hope in every life with tenderness and perseverance.