Chapter Forty-Nine: Healing Wounds—Cannot Let My Fallen Brother Be Forgotten

“Prepare the list of brothers who fell in battle, and also tally those injured. Have Xie Hu compile it for me immediately.”

Soon, Xie Hu arrived with the completed list.

Chen Tong looked over the names, his eyes heavy with sorrow.

“These brothers were wounded or even sacrificed their lives to protect our homeland. We must not let them down.”

Turning, he addressed Xie Qingshuang, “Chief Qingshuang, let’s hurry to tend to the wounded.”

Qingshuang nodded firmly. “Alright, Brother Chen. I’ll go with you.”

They arrived at the makeshift medical station, where injured comrades lay groaning in pain.

Chen Tong approached a severely wounded man, his face pale as death with a deep abdominal wound.

Quickly donning sterile gloves, Chen Tong carefully examined the skin around the injury.

“The wound is deep; it needs immediate treatment,” he said, turning to Qingshuang. “Chief Qingshuang, please pass me the disinfectant.”

Qingshuang hurriedly handed over a bottle.

Chen Tong opened it, dipped a cotton ball, and gently began disinfecting the edges of the wound in a circular motion from the inside out, ensuring every inch of skin was cleansed.

Afterward, he said, “Next, we need to administer lidocaine for local anesthesia to ease the pain.”

He picked up a syringe pre-filled with lidocaine, double-checked the dosage and injection site, then slowly inserted the needle around the wound.

As the anesthetic took effect, the injured man’s tightly furrowed brow relaxed.

“How do you feel, brother? Still in pain?”

Weakly, the man shook his head. “Much better, Chief Chen.”

Chen Tong nodded, then picked up sterilized tweezers and a scalpel, meticulously removing debris, torn flesh, and clots from the wound.

“Chief Qingshuang, please pass me the saline solution.”

Qingshuang quickly handed over the bottle. Chen Tong rinsed the wound thoroughly, washing away all impurities.

Once cleaned, he took up needle and thread and began suturing.

“Hold on a little longer; it’ll be over soon,” he whispered reassuringly.

Finally, the stitching was complete. Chen Tong disinfected the wound a second time.

“Now for the dressing,” he said, placing a clean gauze pad over the injury and carefully wrapping it with bandages to secure it.

“All done, brother. Your wound is treated. Rest well and don’t move unnecessarily. If anything feels wrong, tell me immediately.”

The injured man looked at Chen Tong gratefully. “Chief Chen, thank you. You saved my life.”

Chen Tong patted his shoulder. “Don’t mention it. We’re all brothers; it’s what I’m supposed to do.”

One wound after another, one brother after another, Chen Tong and Qingshuang worked tirelessly to tend every injured man.

Thanks to their relentless efforts, nearly all the wounded received proper care.

Chen Tong straightened and wiped the sweat from his brow, turning to Qingshuang.

“Chief Qingshuang, thank you for your hard work. Though the wounded have escaped immediate danger, ongoing care is crucial.”

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