Half a month was enough for Wang Zhong to make preparations.

Instead of turning around and going home, Wang Zhong still entered the mountain without looking back. Unfortunately, the weather was too cold and many wild beasts were hibernating. Wang Zhong wandered in the mountain for most of the day, but failed to find any prey, so he could only return empty-handed.

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The snow in the mountains has long since melted away, and the weather is getting warmer. However, the beasts in the mountains and forests are still hard to find. The weather this year is indeed a bit abnormal.

Wang Zhong sighed with emotion as he hurried home.

Although he was quite familiar with this dungeon world, Wang Zhong still dug out this classic anti-war drama and watched it carefully from beginning to end. Compared with the dungeon worlds he had experienced before, this time

In the dungeon world, the difficulty coefficient increases exponentially. On the battlefield of modern hot weapons, even for a martial arts master like Wang Zhong who is accomplished in Qi training and whose physical fitness is ten times that of ordinary people, dangers still exist.

It's easy to tell when it comes to ordinary rifle bullets, but it's hard to tell when it comes to submachine gun bullets, especially heavy machine guns.

Although Wang Zhong's physical fitness is far superior to that of ordinary people, he is still made of flesh and blood after all.

Therefore, if he was going to such a dangerous war world, Wang Zhong had to make some preparations in advance.

In addition to the necessary life-saving equipment, food is even more important. Although Wang Zhong's Qi training skills are getting more and more sophisticated now, and his demand for food is no longer as huge as it was at the beginning, he still cannot achieve fasting.

In that era when food and clothing were scarce, the importance of food was self-evident.

If the weapons are gone, you can still use sticks, stones, or even your pants to fight against Xiao Dongyang. But if you don't have food to eat, you have no strength, and you don't even have the strength. What can you use to fight against Xiao Dongyang?

Fortunately, after accumulating so many copy worlds, Wang Zhong's space was filled with all kinds of supplies, especially basic living supplies such as rice, flour, grain and oil, as well as a large amount of beef, sheep, and pork.

Wang Zhong was already familiar with these things, and he successively ordered a large amount of rice noodles, as well as basic medical supplies such as gauze and alcohol. As for other medicines, Wang Zhong wanted to prepare them, but unfortunately he couldn't bring them into the space at all.

Even alcohol.

After the holiday on Friday, Li Wanruo drove the h6 he just bought to Wang Zhong's house. This weekend, Li Wanruo simply stayed at Wang Zhong's house. Wang Zhong didn't go up the mountain. He took Li Wanruo to help his fourth grandma open two fields.

The vegetable plot at home is ready to be planted with some seasonal vegetables.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Wang Zhong returned home again, took a deep breath, looked at the countdown on the virtual panel, and slowly closed his eyes.

As the countdown on the panel reached zero, Wang Zhong's sea of ​​consciousness was also occupied by bright white light, and Wang Zhong's consciousness fell into a coma.

"Your baby is awake!"

The familiar accent of northern Shaanxi reached his ears. Wang Zhong opened his eyes and saw an old soldier wearing a shabby military uniform and a hat. His hair was a little messy, his face was a little dirty, and his waist was a little stooped.

"Where is this?"

Wang Zhong, who had received the identity and memory assigned by the system, naturally knew where this was. However, the identity the system had just assigned to him was a national soldier who had just escaped to Chanda. He was from Hunan and was formerly the 472nd Division of the 5th Division of the 93rd Army.

The second lieutenant platoon leader of the regiment's third battalion and sixth company fought in the Battle of Xuzhou and made meritorious service at that time. After the war, he was promoted from a leading soldier to a platoon leader, in charge of No. 36.

"This is the ward!" The veterinarian's northern Shaanxi accent was very pure.

"Are you a doctor? Did you save me?" Wang Zhong looked at the veterinarian and asked. Wang Zhong was different from the others in the cannon fodder regiment. The identity assigned to him by the system was Zenda, who had just been kidnapped by deserters.

He was shot and seriously injured and fell into coma, but was rescued by a veterinarian from the cannon fodder regiment.

However, the cannon fodder regiments are not called cannon fodder regiments now. Most of the people gathered in the barracks are deserters from the north, wounded soldiers, a mixed bag of people.

"Don't move! Don't move! The bullet hasn't been taken out yet!" Seeing Wang Zong move, the veterinarian quickly reached out and held him down.

"Why don't you take it?" Faced with Wang Zhong's question, the veterinarian looked embarrassed: "I don't have the conditions here! I don't have any medicine on hand!"

Nowadays, they don't even have enough food to eat, let alone medicine. They are a group of defeated soldiers who are not loved by grandma and unloved by uncle. They are like stepmothers and make people dislike them wherever they go.

Wang Zhong looked at the veterinarian, then sat up and asked, "Do you have a knife?"

The veterinarian nodded: "Yes!"

"Got any needlework?"

The veterinarian nodded again.

Wang Zhong said: "Please, please help me boil the needle and thread in boiling water to disinfect it, and then prepare some hot water."

"You want to take out the bullet?" How could the veterinarian not understand Wang Zhong's intention?

Wang Zhong lowered his head and glanced at his dirty and worn-out military uniform that was covered in blood. Feeling the pain coming from his shoulder, he grinned at the veterinarian and said calmly: "If this bullet is not taken out, the wound will be damaged."

If you get the inflammation, let alone this arm, you won’t even be able to save your life.”

The veterinarian is a doctor. Although he is just a barefoot doctor with average medical skills, and he is ridiculed by everyone for being a veterinarian, he still has some medical skills, especially after following the team for so many years. Even if his medical skills are not good at first and he has dealt with so many wounded people, he still has some medical skills.

It's time to temper yourself.

The veterinarian nodded, turned and left.

Wang Zhong then began to look around. The space in the room was not small, but it was a bit dark. There were more than a dozen wounded people lying on the straw like him. Their injuries varied in severity, but their faces were uniformly pale.

Wang Zhong was so sharp that he could tell at a glance that the injuries of these wounded people could basically be saved if they could get timely treatment. However, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without straw. Without medicine, even a veterinarian with great medical skills could not save them.

them.

It took more than ten minutes for the veterinarian to bring Wang's important things in. Also coming in with the veterinarian was a young man who was walking with a limp.

Wang Zhong had already untied his clothes and uncovered the wound bandaged by the veterinarian. Although the bleeding had stopped, there was already some pus in the wound. If it was not treated, it would be a matter of time before it became inflamed and ulcerated.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Brother! Wake up!" Meng Fanlao joked when he saw Wang Zhong sitting up on his own.

"Yeah!" Knowing that this guy was a bully, Wang Zhong didn't talk nonsense to him and said to the veterinarian: "The light in the room is too bad, let's go outside!"

"Okay!" The veterinarian didn't say much and nodded. This was Wang Zhong's own choice. Although he was a doctor, he could only respect it.

Wang Zhong was shirtless, exposing the festering wound on his right shoulder. He didn't let them help him, so he stood up, passed the two of them, and walked straight out.

The sunlight outside was a bit dazzling. When he walked out of the door, Wang Zhong subconsciously squinted his eyes and raised his hands to block the sunlight.

There were many people in the yard. Wang Zhong ignored their efforts. The most important thing now was to take out the bullets and treat the injuries. Otherwise, before he could complete the main mission, his life would probably be lost.

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There is a long, low table under the eaves not far away, and next to it is a big man lying on a hammock made of hemp rope, biting a cattail fan, with four or five watches on his exposed wrists.

The shirtless Wang Zhong walked to the long table and looked at the big man: "Brother, is this table yours?"

The man on the recliner glanced at Wang Zhong and did not answer.

Wang Zhong was not annoyed and continued: "Can you lend it to me?"

The man's eyes fell on the wound on Wang Zhong's shoulder and said: "It's not mine, take it if you want to use it!"

The veterinarian and Meng Fan also came out of the ward.

Wang Zhong dragged the short long table to the middle of the courtyard, then sat directly on it and said to Meng Fan: "Brother, please bring over the cooked needlework and boiling hot water."

Looking at Wang Zhong's polite smile, Meng Fan for the first time did not say a few words as usual, but turned around and entered another big room. Wang's important things were all in it. The veterinarian came to Wang Zhong with the equipment.

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After a while, Meng Fanglia also limped out of the house carrying a wooden basin.

When the surrounding soldiers saw this, they gathered around him out of curiosity, but the veterinarian scolded them not to get too close.

Wang Zhong lay down directly on the long table and said to the veterinarian: "Come on!"

The veterinarian handed over a short stick and said, "Bite this!"

Wang Zhong pushed the veterinarian's hand away and said, "No, I can handle it! Come on!"

The veterinarian raised his eyebrows, but was defeated by Wang Zhong's firm and confident gaze. He took out a match, lit one, burned the blade of the scalpel, and then looked at Wang Zhong and said, "I'm going to perform the surgery!"

Wang Zhong nodded and said: "Come on!"

The veterinarian swallowed, held the scalpel tightly, and cut into the wound on Wang Zhong's right shoulder. The sharp blade cut through the blood scab and flesh, and blood immediately flowed out.

Wang Zhong gritted his teeth, but his breathing was still steady.

Next to him, Meng Fanlie and a group of defeated soldiers unconsciously gathered around again, watching this scene intently.

The veterinarian skillfully cut open the skin and used clips to open the wound.

"I saw the warhead!" The veterinarian's face showed joy. He quickly picked up the tweezers, dipped them in hot water, and then burned them with a match before inserting them into the wound that was bleeding continuously.

"It's stuck by the bone!" The veterinarian frowned as he couldn't get it out after clamping it several times.

Just as he was about to take out the tweezers and think of a way, Wang Zhong reached out and stopped him! "Clamp the warhead first."

Although the veterinarian was confused, he still complied. Wang Zhong held the forceps and signaled to the veterinarian to let go. The moment the veterinarian let go, Wang Zhong suddenly exerted force on his left hand and flicked his hand, and the bloody forceps brought up a splash of blood.

, a deformed warhead stained with blood was caught in the middle by tweezers.

The veterinarian looked shocked, but he quickly came to his senses and quickly helped Wang Zhong treat the wound.

The veterinarian used hot water to clean Wang Zhong's wound and said, "If you want to suture the wound, the bloody scabs and pus-filled areas must be cut away."

"cut!"

Wang Zhong threw the tweezers and bullets into the tea vat next to him and said without hesitation.

The veterinarian looked at Wang Zhong's resolute face, met his determined gaze, picked up the scalpel again, and began to operate.

Wang Zhong frowned and subconsciously grabbed the remaining long table with his left hand. He felt the veterinarian cut away the bloody scab and rotten flesh from the wound with one knife. The surrounding soldiers stared wide-eyed and did not even dare to breathe.

asthma.

Even Mi Long, a Northeastern guy who was lying on the hammock at first and ignored Wang Zhong'ai, couldn't help but surrounded him. Seeing this scene, his face showed a look of shock.

Although the veterinarian was old, his hands were still very steady and his movements were fast. He cleaned the wound in three strokes, five divided by two, but the blood also flowed all over Wang Zhong, flowing to the long table, along the table, and to

On the ground.

"I'm going to sew!" The veterinarian picked up the needle and thread and reminded again.

Wang Zhong said: "Sew it!"

The veterinarian took a deep breath and asked Meng Fanxiao, the narrator, to help hold the wound while he threaded needles and threads on both sides of the wound, like sewing clothes, and quickly sewed it up.

After sewing up the wound, the veterinarian gave Wang Zhong some herbs to stop bleeding that he had picked from outside the city, and then bandaged the wound.

Then he helped Wang Zhong clean up the blood on his body.

The defeated soldiers stared blankly at the blood lying on the ground, and Wang Zhong, who looked slightly pale, but looked like he was fine. They were all dumbfounded and shocked.

Wang Zhong smiled and cupped his hands at the veterinarian and said, "Thank you very much. I wonder what the doctor's name is?"

"My name is Hao Xichuan!" the veterinarian said: "Although your wound has been treated, there is still a possibility of inflammation. You must be careful these days. Don't get wet. Don't..."

"Dr. Hao, thank you!" Wang Zhong spoke pure and standard Mandarin, making it impossible to recognize his accent.

"You should! You should, you're welcome!" Seeing Wang Zhong's slightly pale face, the veterinarian breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face.

Wang Zhong introduced himself: "My name is Wang Zhong, from Hunan, formerly from the 472nd Regiment of the 5th Division of the 73rd Army!"

"This is Fan La!" The veterinarian nodded and hurriedly introduced Meng Fan La next to Wang Zhong.

Meng Fanglia gave the veterinarian a squeeze and introduced herself: "My name is Meng Fanglia, from Beijing. You can call me Fanglia like everyone else!"

Meng Fanxiao was still a little silent at the moment because of Wang Zhong's sharp and impactful move just now, so he spoke so politely.

"Brother, thank you very much!" Wang Zhong said.
Chapter completed!