Chapter 141 Life and Death Speed

Guangzhou number.

The steel plate hatch door of the medical cabin was knocked open with a slam.

The murderous naval officer waved his pistol and pushed the nurse and even the wounded soldiers in front of him to the side. The officer behind him carried a stretcher, his face mixed with smoke, blood and tears, and his face was extremely ferocious.

The wounded soldier who was pushed down next to him was about to speak, but saw these soldiers full of murderous aura. Naturally, he knew that an important person was injured and closed his mouth in disappointment.

The group came to the door of the emergency room. The military police on the ship quickly blocked the way. The leading imperial guards said a few words. The military policemen's expressions changed drastically and they hurriedly opened the soundproof iron gate of the emergency room.

After a burst of steps, the quiet operating room suddenly became extremely noisy.

"Doctor will give blood transfusions right away"

The leading Imperial Guard Major Fang Jieyun shouted sternly.

The military doctor on the ship who was undergoing the operation did not raise his head.

The nurse next to him turned around, took off her mask, and said tiredly: "Speak quietly...we have wounded people here."

"The doctor, nurse and volunteers stay, and everyone else is cleared." Fang Jieyun directly pulled out the pistol insurance, his tone was cold, "Give you five minutes."

The military doctor Xie Jinsong, who had just undergone a six-hour operation on the side, suddenly stood up: "It's undergoing an operation... You have to wait for any urgent matters. Here, all the wounded are..."

"I'll wait for you to force me." A navy captain went up and grabbed Xie Jinsong's neck and shouted extremely ferociously, "It's Marshal. If you have three or two shorts, you will be buried with him and you will be reborn immediately and then I'll talk nonsense."

Xie Jinsong's face changed drastically.

The doctor who was undergoing the operation there, his abnormally stable hands trembled slightly at this moment, and immediately stopped the operation and turned his head in shock.

Xie Jinsong didn't care about anything else, pushed the navy captain away, came to the front of the stretcher and looked, turning his head and shouted sternly: "Please emergency treatment for the wounded in the operation, and the wounded who were transferred to the spare desk in Room 2 should be almost finished...Door room 1 be vacated immediately."

The doctor and the nurse looked at each other, then woke up as if they were dreaming and began to clear the scene.

"blood type?"

"The head Fang Jieyun said calmly, "The frozen blood bank on the ship has spare plasma specially prepared for Xu Shuai. He took it before. I have arranged someone to pick it up."

Xie Jinsong breathed a sigh of relief and began to check the wound.

The marshal lay quietly on the stretcher.

The wound has been treated urgently, but the blood is still flowing out, dyeing half of the stretcher red.

"Posterior skull impact injury... pre-extra trauma, bleeding, should be a bump... There is coffee-like vomit on the collar of the rupture wound on the left waist, suspected stomach injury... a small piece of omentum is protruded, blood flows out... a wound on the left shoulder scapula, torn tendons, blood flow is viscous... a machining wound on the posterior neck... injury to the back of the left ear... local burns, fourth grade... hemorrhagic shock, except for external bleeding, suspected severe internal bleeding, and hematoma may be compressing the nerves... slow breathing..."

Xie Jinsong wiped his sweat.

"Doctor, has the surgical plan been confirmed?"

"I need to discuss it with you...five minutes."

Five minutes later.

"The surgical plan has been confirmed. The Marshal's situation is very urgent. Even if he is transfusion, he cannot wait any longer." Xie Jinsong said, "If you return to the Naval Hospital in Weihaiwei or Jiaozhou Bay, everything will be too late... we must take the surgery immediately. However, the operation is very difficult... we are basically exhausted..."

"There is no need to make excuses for failure of the operation." Fang Jieyun said coldly, "Your Majesty has long authorized me that if there is danger in Xu Shuai, we will handle it with full authority. If you don't do it, all of them will be executed on the spot; if the operation fails, or the operation will be executed on the spot; if the operation is successful, all of them will be upgraded to two levels, and the main surgery will be promoted to three poles. You can choose it yourself."

"I don't mean that." Xie Jinsong shook his head, "This operation is indeed difficult, and we are too tired... If we barely perform this operation, there is almost no possibility of success. Now there is probably only one person who can do this operation."

"who?"

Shinsong pointed to a young man, "He studied surgery in Japan and his skills are very good. Although he lacks experience, it should be fine to watch from the side. Most importantly, his hands are very stable and he has the best physical strength among us."

"Study in Japan?" The blue veins on the captain's neck jumped high, "**The little Japanese face and beastly heart are all about to be broken into pieces."

"Japan's surgery is the best in Asia." The young man with a bad appearance said calmly. "The Japanese do not doubt me because I am Chinese, and still ask me for surgery with confidence. Unexpectedly, my own compatriots do not trust me."

Fang Jieyun stared at the young man.

"Name?"

"Zhou Shuren, medical captain."

"It's you." Fang Jieyun took a deep breath, put the pistol on the table, with a calm expression, "Do it, I guarantee you to be promoted to the three poles. If you can't save the marshal, I will die with you."

Zhou Shuren nodded: "If you don't say it, I will do my best."

“How sure are you doing it right away?”

"It's estimated that it's about 30%. Normally... 10%."

Fang Jieyun's body trembled, and he gritted his teeth and said, "One and a half?"

"Absolutely." Zhou Shuren nodded, "I'll do this... If it were them, it would not exceed 10%.

"I will be your first assistant," said Xie Jinsong, "maybe it can improve the success rate of half the time."

Outside the operating room, Fang Jieyun burned a cigarette, but was taken over by the medical staff.

“Smoking is not allowed in the medical department.”

Fang Jieyun smiled bitterly and suddenly remembered something: "Where is the brother who snatched Xu Shuai out and carried a lifeboat on his back?"

"It has been dealt with urgently. I just sent No. 4 to first aid... I was still muttering about the marshal."

"No matter whether the marshal is, he has made contributions. I hope God will bless him. The marshal and him are fine. Unfortunately, I am behind and cannot die with my brothers to protect the marshal... If the marshal cannot save him, I can only go with him."

"Brothers, wait for me in the sky." Fang Jieyun choked up suddenly, covered her face, and squatted on the ground against the wall, "My damn bastard, bastard, bastard"

In the operating room, the condenser reflects the incandescent lamp onto the operating table, which is particularly bright.

A white coat surrounded the sleeping marshal.

"The ammonia water is ready..."

"Iodine and alcohol are ready..."

"The three-layer sterile towel is laid out..."

"The body of the wounded has been disinfected...

"oxygen"

"blood pressure?"

“Six o…32…”

"pulse?"

"One three o"

"breathe?"

"twenty"

...

"Anesthetic"

"The introduction of agent No. 2 (ether) begins...Five, Four, Three, Two, One is completed"

...

Zhou Shuren took a deep breath and looked up at Xie Jinsong. Xie Jinsong nodded to him.

Xiuyan.

The overall situation in Liaodong has been decided.

Some units of the first Japanese Manchurian Army were abandoned like geckos, and the other main forces quickly advanced eastward and raced against the Chinese army that was flanking on the flanks. However, Zheng Yu knew that in China, the two legs of the Japanese could not escape the four legs of the Chinese cavalry and the motorcycle assault troops. Not to mention that those four legs of the soldiers were equally tenacious, with more rigorous training, high morale, and tighter organization.

The various troops of the Korean Front were personally in charge of command, and the accumulated power was released, and the battle was extremely passionate. The Chinese generals, who had been furious by retreat and defense wars, had always shown their skills and commands, and were all extremely unrestrained. They were all powerful routines of opening up and closing. Relying on overwhelming firepower, troops and mobility, they beat the Japanese army, which was already exhausted, to the point of running wildly.

The staff members kept taking some signs from the combat map, putting some signs on again, and moving some signs. Zheng Yu, who had not rested for three thousand and two nights, had his eyes turned red, but he was still forcing himself to command, constantly talking to Deng Ning and others around him and issuing orders.

"Your Majesty, should you take a break first?"

Song Jiaoren beside him asked with concern.

"Wait a little longer and see what Xu Shuai is doing..." Zheng Yu rubbed his eyebrows, "It's not that the overall situation has been decided... Why hasn't the final battle report come yet? You ask the Yuqian to urge him, what is the mobile fleet doing? Is there something wrong? I always feel a little weird in my heart."

Zheng Yu didn't rest, and he didn't even dare to close his eyes.

For some reason, he saw Xu Fan appearing in front of his eyes with blood, and then he felt a heart-wrenching pain.

Burning oceans, roaring cannons, explosions covering the sky, monstrous*, crimson blood and broken wreckage.

He didn't want to lose the fleet, but he was even more worried about Xu Fan.

For power and for the supreme throne, his elders have been swallowed up by the terrible political vortex one by one.

Chen Lei was killed by his teacher and two classmates, but Zheng Ying fell under the radicalism stimulated by his students. The ambitious Mu Tie reached the peak of power in a massive mutiny, but was eventually killed by a seemingly harmless junior who joined hands with his brothers to turn the tables and die humiliatedly as a traitor.

Xu Fan, who has always been the most peaceful, laughed to the end, and he became the only remaining entrepreneurial veteran in this empire.

Now... is it finally his turn?

When his parents left him and let him preside over the situation in Beijing, he lost his parents;

Now that Xu Fan, who has been fully supporting him, has cultivated him, stepped on Shanghai to the battlefield of decisive battle without hesitation. Will he lose this division commander?

Zheng Yu had red eyes and forced his attention to the map in front of him.
To be continued...