Chapter 2 second episode

At five o'clock, nurse Jiang Man climbed up from the ravine carrying a plastic bucket of bloody bandages and dressings, and walked towards the roaring waterfall.In the past few days, her cleanliness and spirit have been challenged.She thought she had experienced ups and downs, and was used to seeing pus and blood, but the scene on the battlefield made her heart tremble, and she could hardly hold on.On the day of the offensive, the entire Manping Mountain was burnt and soaked in blood.The enemy's corpses lie lying around.But we also sent down hundreds of wounded.None of the stretcher-carrying migrant workers and field ambulance team members had blood-red trousers; the field ambulance station was full of wounded people, and none of the stretchers were green, and none of the wounded had white bandages.The task of the field ambulance station is to pick up and send back, but in order to prevent the wounded from bleeding too much and to save lives, there are unexpectedly many emergency operations.Standing under the field operating light, she didn't have time to think about anything, she just mechanically carried out the brief medical orders and orders of the surgeons - hemostats, tweezers, curved-nose forceps, scalpels... Through the gaps in the surgeons' white coats, What she saw was the bubbling blood bubbling in the chest of the wounded; what she saw were the broken bones protruding from the bloody half of the leg and the overflowing intestines covered with the gunpowder smoke and mud on the battlefield.She stood under the operating light for thirteen or four full hours, and when she got off, she walked into the tent of the wounded. Before she could do anything, the always experienced and steady director shouted in despair: "Blood transfusion! Blood! Blood!" ! The blood is gone."

The old director opened his empty hands, raised them up, and sank them down. On the stretcher was a wounded man with a penetrating abdominal wound. The bullet pierced his ribs obliquely, and his body was covered with blood-oozing bandages. Director: "They should give us a blood transfusion car and a refrigerator! I need blood... Head Nurse Jiang, hurry up and find a way to draw blood and transfuse it to him—and save him. I didn't expect to have so many operations!" Yes, yes, who would have guessed that the cruelty of the war and the mission of the field ambulance station would have changed?The arms of the stretcher team stretched out, and the wounded also stretched out their arms from the bed.The surviving, limp arms, and the bleeding lips of the faces trembled.

"Pick my..." "What are you waiting for? Nurse!" "You fucking eat rice?! Come here quickly, smoke!" Jiang Man was unusually calm. She called four migrant workers, plus herself, five people, all with type B blood, and 500 milliliters were drawn.After rapid cross-matching, without agglomeration or hemolysis, the blood of five people was injected into the body of a dying wounded. She lay down. There was still the faint sound of cannons outside the military tents, the stretcher team was still carrying the wounded down, and there were still brief doctor's orders in the tent that doubled as an operation and ward—hemostat, hemostat, hemostat!Jiang Man should sleep for a while, but when he closed his eyes, there was blood, blood, blood!She seemed to be floating up, down, down with the sound of the cannon... She woke up, her heart was pounding, and she was in a cold sweat.Close your eyes—what, falling again, falling.This time she fell into the boundless abyss, it was so dark, she felt that she didn't exist anymore, she merged with the dark abyss, her whole body melted...

what happened?Is it because the body can't bear it?Still unable to hold on? stand up. She got up, staggered, but finally held on. Director: "Jiang Man, are you okay?" "What are you talking about?" "You go to the back to get blood right away, okay?" "Where's the car?" "Pie's ready. You can take a nap in the car. I know you just had your blood drawn . . . but there's not enough staff. You're the head nurse." "You are so long-winded." She said and walked out of the tent. The director caught up and handed her a "report": "Remember, I need a refrigerator."

"yes." Now it's time to use her edge.She drove across the road blocked by artillery fire, took two bottles of blood, 1,000 milliliters, and wrapped them in wet towels.He then brought the thousand milliliters of blood to the office of the head of the military region's logistics "former finger".She wants a refrigerator, and she asks the chief to take a look: too much blood is taken and expired.Without it, the wounded cannot be saved. How can this bright red blood be kept between four and eight degrees in the concealed part?She delivered the "report" without stopping.She even unceremoniously asked the chief who just came back from the front to go to the field ambulance to experience it again.The chief said: "If I can change a refrigerator, I will go. I said-I will." "When?" "Listen to my phone." She won a big victory.A strange force sustains her, and at the same time, some unspoken worries trouble her.The 30-year-old female head nurse is very self-respecting, and it is difficult for others to capture the hidden information in her heart.She was busy in the field ambulance, changing dressings, giving injections, wrapping bandages, cooperating with operations, anesthesia, cross-matching blood, feeding the wounded with water and food, washing face, washing feet... After the offensive, the number of wounded was reduced, and she had to sleep occasionally. , but there are groups of "little people" breaking into the dreamland, repeating the past, and interpreting the future, but it is unknown.Once the bed was made, the cleanliness of her thirty-year-old single woman took over again, with a spotless white coverlet, a plastic bag next to the squarely folded quilt, and a comb, mirror, and pearl cream. such as.Cosmetics mingled with alcohol-scented army tents; no surprise there.It's just that I didn't have a chance to take a shower, and I couldn't make this unreasonable request.

Her sleep suddenly became less, and she always seemed to have something in her heart, who was she worried about?She never said it.However, even though he was busy until midnight, he still woke up very early every morning.Hearing the young nurses snore softly, don't mention how jealous they are. Can't sleep, get up, get up. Find something to do, wash bandages, dressings... Every morning, as soon as it was light, she climbed up from the ravine and went to the waterfall to wash and wash. Heard the crashing water again, saw the waterfall again. Faintly, there were two shirtless and bare-legged men taking a bath in the water curtain.The 30-year-old head nurse doesn't have to shy away from it, she can even look at the young soldiers with motherly loving eyes, laugh and scold them, and scold them to avoid them.She didn't do that, she just turned her back silently, evaded, and patiently waited for the male compatriots to "realize".

"Deputy Battalion Commander Tong - speak up, I can't hear you!" Deputy Battalion Commander Tong?Tong Chuan! Hush.Hush.Hush. The sound of the water was turbulent, she couldn't hear what Tong Chuan said, and she couldn't guess it.Her eyes flickered brightly, and she became melancholy in an instant.It was as if the name Tong Chuan suddenly illuminated her heart, and quickly filled her chest with bittersweet and unbearable memories.She pouted her head slightly, wondering whether to turn around.But she still left at last, walking very slowly, very slowly, wanting to leave again, and hoping to be found.She half-raised her head, showing femininity pretentiously, but her ears focused on the waterfall.

She thought, she hoped—he would tell her not to go. "veteran!" Sure enough, following the whispers of the battalion commander, the correspondent put on his military uniform, covered his lower body with trousers, and hurriedly called with the honorifics used by the southern troops. "Veteran, the deputy battalion commander asks you to wait a moment. But—don't look back." It's like shouting "captive". Soon, following the call of "Head Nurse Jiang", she turned around as if electrocuted. The eyes of Tong Chuan and Jiang Man met, and there seemed to be a sound of metal crashing, and a spark flashed.

The deputy battalion commander looked straight at Jiang Man, searching for something he hadn't seen for a long time—oh, she's still so pretty, but she's finally a thirty-year-old woman, not as light as before.Where is the face?His rosiness has faded, he is a little pale, and his round chin has become sharper.The corners of the eyes drooped slightly as if they had been worried, and the circles of the eyes were a blue halo.He noticed that the corner of the eye was quivering slightly. She looked at him too—no, not the same person as before.His shoulders had broadened, his face had grown, and the down on his upper lip had turned into a stubble of stubble.Uniform No. 1, yes, No. 1.Her eyes circled around Tong Chuan's face under the helmet, but she couldn't see any special expression, so she stopped on the collar hook he had just locked, and slid down a little.

It's time to find a reason to talk. "Hi, head nurse." "Hello." "I heard from the wounded who just went back that you come here every morning to wash the bandages." "Every day. Yes." "I almost didn't recognize you." "People are forgetful, it's not surprising." "It's not that I forgot, it's because I haven't seen you for a long time. It seems that we met in the last life." "So—you are reincarnated?" "If you can be reincarnated—everything will be different. You have to use all the experience and lessons of the previous life to arrange your next life and live a good life."

"This life is not over! Your future is boundless." "Don't be sarcastic. Who knows if I still have time? Marx's 'invitation' may have already been printed in batches." Tong Chuan said it very easily, it was a joke like a prophecy.Jiang Man thought—how is he different from before?Yes, the fearlessness of soldiers.Also, even if he made a joke, he didn't smile himself, he just twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.The man had honed in more inwardly.A pair of collar pins tightly locked the floodgates of his emotions. "What are you doing next?" "Pick someone up for an interview. I think I might run into you." "What a coincidence." "It's a coincidence." "Accident is not necessity." "Yes, head nurse, not necessarily." "Deputy Battalion Commander Tong, are you okay?" Tong Chuan shook his head. Yes, it's all right.Tong Chuan seemed to just want to find the Jiang Man from eight years ago from the head nurse.The Jiang Man who always had tears in his eyes, the Jiang Man who he called "flesh and blood made of tears", the self-willed Jiang Man who made petty temper reckless, the one who likes, likes, and likes to read poems secretly Where did Jiang Man, who came from the sound, go?Then, oh yes—she got an old army cap from somewhere and put it on her head, with a red badge two inches in diameter on it.The raised round chin is always waiting for something, and there are also a pair of eyes that are cloudy and sunny, and the two small brushes that are flicking freely on the side of the cheeks... Jiang Man, however, was looking for relief and looked away at the waterfall.Flowing water fell from a height and splashed on the stones.The waves burst forth, disappearing; vanishing, bursting,... She smiled wryly: the fate between her and him seems to be inseparable from water, water, water!