"Hurry, send this to Political Commissar Zhao, who is going to the Independent Detachment. She urgently needs this medicine now, so it shouldn't be slow!"

At the Eighth Route Army headquarters hospital, a female doctor in a white coat handed these boxes of medicine to a soldier, and gave her some anxious instructions.

The soldier took the medicine and quickly strode into the operating room on the other side.

"Have you taken the medicine?"

A doctor with blood in a white surgical gown also walked out of the operating room with some anxiety, and finally took the medicine from the soldier's hand and walked in again.

At this time, an old soldier with a little lame right leg, with a sensation of smoke on his waist, walked in with big strides.

"Doctor, how about our political commissar?"

The nurse did not answer the question of the Lao Balu, but said with a bloody bandage alcohol ball or something:

"Sorry, I don't know!"

"What the hell is going on? Didn't you say that the gunshot wound has stabilized a few days ago? Why is it suddenly erupting again now?"

The old eighth Ronaldo took out a small cigarette gun, which looked particularly luxurious. He just pressed some tobacco wires inside and took out the lighter, but it might not be lit.

He pulled out a small cigarette rod from his mouth. This is a hospital where you can't smoke. He still understands this principle.

"Deputy Political Commissar Li, don't be anxious about this matter. We have contacted many doctors, and you can solve the problem of medicine. Don't worry, Political Commissar Zhao will definitely not be in trouble."

That's right, this person is Uncle Lao Gen, and the person lying in the operating room is Zhao Yiyi.

Some time ago, when he heard that Zhao Yiyi was shot and injured, Lao Gashu threw down what he was doing and ran to the headquarters hospital.

But the bullet had been taken out at that time, and the hospital said that the situation had stabilized, so he left and returned to the Independent Detachment to continue his own business.

Who knew that just a few days later, news came from the hospital that Zhao Yiyi's condition suddenly worsened, and they asked them to send some medicines quickly.

Uncle Lao Gen didn't say anything, moved the medicines to a semi-truck and brought Zhao Xiaowei (Sumiko) over.

But after four hours, the operation still did not stop. He had been wandering around the hospital for more than ten times, and was so anxious that he was very anxious.

"I can tell you Lao Luo that the people will definitely save me. If you lack medicines, I can get penicillin and other medicines, and I can get other medicines too!

The premise is that you have to rescue me, otherwise our commander will come back and you will wait for him to burn your hospital!"

Hearing this, the doctor named Lao Luo twitched his mouth, and then his face changed slightly.

He was really afraid that the fierce madman would come back and burn his hospital. Everyone in the Eighth Route Army knew that if that guy was really unreasonable, you would have no place to pay attention to him, and the head of the headquarters would not be able to control him.

You should know that the political commissar of the independent detachment lying in the operating room. I heard that my relationship with that kid is not ordinary, and the two seem to be in the same position.

If something happens...

"Xiao Tian'er, hurry up and take all the medicines for me. Don't save any medicines. The most important thing is to save people."

Lao Luo was really afraid that the third young master would come to cause trouble for him. This hospital is the treasure of their Eighth Route Army. The third young master's temper is really...

Unable to control!

"That... Deputy Political Commissar Li, don't worry, our hospital's conditions are first-class, and there are many outstanding doctors!

The situation will definitely stabilize.”

There was a person from the reinforcement company outside the hospital. Lao Luo was no longer afraid of the Japanese, and he was afraid that the group of soldiers would tear it away.

You should know that the soldiers in other units have fewer guns, but the independent detachment is different. Each of their reinforced units has two guns, more than half of which are submachine guns, and semi-automatic ones, equipped with eight light machine guns.

The security battalion of their hospital was not as good as this one. I heard that these soldiers had just come down from the fire and had a very strong murderous aura on their bodies, so a group of young nurses dared not approach.

When they heard that the political commissar was injured, they rushed over in a hurry while the task was in trouble and almost started to work with the people from the guard camp.

"I can't help you with this matter. You said that your hospital did not find out about the injuries of our political commissar in advance!

It’s not reasonable to me, don’t expect to be justified by our commander, and there is a person from the reinforcement company outside us!

If our political commissar is fine, you and I will be fine, everyone will be fine. Even your hospital's logistics in the second half of the year will not need to worry about.

Our independent detachment is rich and there is no problem in supporting the headquarters hospital's logistics for half a year.

And you know that the group of soldiers outside are as long as they make them happy, then you can wait to make a fortune!

But...this has a prerequisite!"

Everyone knows that the Independent Detachment is rich, and their soldiers are a little arrogant, but the arrogant capital they have is because of their strong combat power.

But the political cadres of this independent detachment were very easy to speak, especially the Deputy Political Commissar Li in front of him. But Li Gen is not easy to speak today, which means that things are really troublesome.

However, Lao Luo was confident of handling this matter well. He had to consider the food in the second half of the year of the hospital. Many soldiers did not prepare all the quilts for winter, so he took this opportunity to rob the Independent Detachment!

I don’t want anyone they want, not to mention that they have many places that need to rely on the independent detachment. Last year, the independent detachment alone supported them 500,000 oceans, and many medicines, saving the lives of many soldiers.

"Uncle Lao Gen, how about the political commissar?"

At this moment, a soldier wearing a steel helmet and a submachine gun on his body walked in and asked, looking at Uncle Lao Gen.

"Let's go out and talk!"

Li Gen pulled the company commander out. This is the hospital, and the people in their independent detachment have a bit of anger. If someone is not good at making a big fuss, he will be punished and will also disturb the wounded in the hospital.

As soon as Uncle Old Gen came out, several soldiers smashed the cigarette butts in their mouths to the ground, stepped on them and surrounded them.

Uncle Lao Gen frowned, then waved his hand and shouted in annoyance:

"Go and go, don't surround me here. I will notify you if you have any questions. Now I will work for me and unload all the supplies for me!"

Then Uncle Lao Gen took out his small cigarette pole again, lit the lighter with a bang, and then said to the company commander:

"Don't be too anxious. The troops are still fighting. There will be no trouble for the political commissar!"

"What should I do with the commander? If he knows, he will not be able to lift the hospital!"

The company commander also took out a cigarette and said with some concern.

"No, the political commissar is just a few minor injuries, not a life, but... there should be some minor trouble at that time!"

Speaking of this, Uncle Lao Gen sighed deeply!

Alas~
Chapter completed!