Chapter 489: A Different Wounded

Lu Cheng indeed has a mission, and each time he returns to the Capital City to transport supplies, it has been coordinated in advance.

But this time, pulling supplies nearby was a last‑minute notice; such missions are usually extremely urgent, and if you don't go…

Yet looking at the wounded carried on stretchers, each one is wrapped in gauze—some around the head, some around the chest—and the gauze is soaked with fresh blood.

Just by seeing those two wounded areas, it's clear they are fatal injuries; we can't wait any longer.

Lu Cheng thought for a moment, then made an immediate decision, calling a Railway Troops soldier to deliver a message to the supply office, asking them to find another carriage.

The doctor instantly exhaled, "Thank you, Comrade, I know this is a violation; our hospital will dispatch a carriage to take this Comrade to the supply office, trying not to affect supply coordination."

If the message is delivered promptly, giving the supply office time to arrange another carriage, Lu Cheng can avoid some punishment.

"No need to thank us; you're also saving lives. By the way, doctor, how many days will it take to reach the Capital City? If something happens along the way…"

The doctor understood Lu Cheng's concern: "You don't need to worry; we'll send a doctor to accompany you."

Lu Cheng nodded; it seemed those dozen‑plus wounded were indeed crucial, especially when medical supplies and staff are scarce, yet a doctor is still being assigned to accompany.

"Alright then, time is tight; hurry and load them onto the carriage. Rest assured, I'll bring them back to the Capital City safely."

Ten minutes later, all Carriages were hitched, and the train blew its whistle.

In the distance, artillery fire kept booming, shaking the ground with a tremor.

As the train moved farther away, the artillery noise gradually faded, but the Carriage did not become quiet because of it.

A few wounded, in extreme pain, couldn't help but hum.

The doctor riding with the train, who looked very young, was surnamed Liu; he said he had just graduated from medical school, had little clinical experience, and was assigned to a Frontline Hospital.

But through this period of high‑intensity training, he quickly grew.

When Lu Cheng reached this Carriage, Dr. Liu was re‑wrapping gauze on a wounded.

"Dr. Liu, this is hot water just boiled by the Jiwu Section; I'll bring you a kettle. This is Dry Biscuit, quite hard, you can break it and soak it in the hot water."

Dr. Liu, while wrapping gauze, turned back and said, "Thank you, Lu Jingzhang, and I'm sorry to trouble you to run this personally."

Lu Cheng placed the kettle aside: "No thanks needed; since we promised to bring you to the Capital City, we must take responsibility. The train's conditions aren't great, every day is a race against time, so we can only gnaw on this Dry Biscuit."

Dr. Liu didn't mind: "This is already good enough, compared to them…"

Dr. Liu said, looking at a wounded, "Some of them can't even eat a meal; they can only receive some nutrient solution first."

Hearing Dr. Liu say that, Lu Cheng helped check the patient: "Don't be too anxious; once we get back to the Capital City's big hospital, this will improve.

By the way, I've already eaten, so I can take over for a while. Is there anything I can help with?"

Dr. Liu originally wanted to refuse, but at that moment a patient murmured that he needed water.

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you; I'm truly famished, could you give him some water first?"

"That's easy, leave it to me."

【9】 Lu Cheng squatted, picked up the water kettle, first poured some hot water into a bowl, then blew on it to cool.

Lu Cheng squatted down, picked up the water kettle, first poured some hot water into the bowl, then blew it cool with his mouth.

He gently lifted the wounded's occiput, then handed the bowl to his mouth; when the wounded choked on the drink, Lu Cheng patiently patted his back lightly.

The nearby Dr. Liu, breaking the biscuit, laughed: "Look at Lu Jingzhang's swift decisiveness; I didn't expect such a careful side."

After feeding the water, Lu Cheng set the patient down: "Ha, you all said it—these people are combat heroes, so I must treat them carefully; otherwise, if something happens, I can't afford the consequences."

In fact, compared with transporting wounded, Lu Cheng prefers transporting supplies.

Because supplies don't speak, feel pain or discomfort, you can pack them anywhere.

These wounded are different; they must be handled carefully all the way, especially at night hearing their painful hums, making it impossible to sleep.

Even a slight jolt of the train makes one fear worsening their condition.

Dr. Liu nodded in understanding: "It seems your pressure is also quite high."

Lu Cheng now fed another wounded: "It's not that big, every day is a race against time with no rest, but… compared with these warriors, we have no right to claim we're under pressure."

Since the last enemy attack, the train crew has bolstered armed forces, but they're unnecessary, as the front advances and the rear becomes increasingly safe.

After feeding a round of wounded, Lu Cheng noticed a wounded lying in the Carriage.

This wounded has been in a coma since boarding, neither calling out thirst nor humming like the others.

Lu Cheng glanced and became a bit curious.

"Hey Dr. Liu, can this Comrade make it to the Capital City? His injuries look pretty severe."

Dr. Liu, chewing the soaked biscuit, glanced: the wounded's chest was swathed in gauze, and his head also covered, leaving only mouth, nose, and eyes exposed.

"Oh, his condition is indeed serious; his head was grazed by a Bullet, but the fatal wound is in the chest—when we operated, that Bullet was only half an inch from the heart."

Lu Cheng was surprised; surviving that was truly a blessing from the goddess of luck.

"His body is still pretty good; another person probably wouldn't have endured it."

Dr. Liu quickly slurped the bowl's broth and felt a surge of strength.

"Yes, this Comrade is the Platoon Leader our attending doctor mentioned, reputed to be extremely brave in battle, daring and fierce, always a vanguard unit, and of course the most sacrificed; his survival is indeed very lucky.

Therefore we must mobilize all medical resources to save the Platoon Leader's life."

Listening to Dr. Liu's words, Lu Cheng couldn't help but feel solemn respect for this Comrade.

He stood up, about to return to the locomotive, when the comatose Platoon Leader suddenly began to hum.

Lu Cheng looked back: "Dr. Liu, he seems awake—maybe he's thirsty? I'll get him some water; you can rest a bit longer."

Dr. Liu waved his hand: "I'm not tired, and he isn't truly awake; after the surgery he fell into a coma and has been like this, occasionally humming a few times, but not from pain—seems he's calling someone's name."

"Name?" Lu Cheng leaned in, hearing a muffled, indistinct sound.

At that moment Dr. Liu explained: "It's unclear; a nurse earlier thought he was calling Ning Ning or maybe Ying Ying? Anyway it's hard to make out, probably a family member…"

Dr. Liu kept changing the gauze while, unaware, Lu Cheng stood there like struck by lightning, frozen.

After a while, Lu Cheng blinked, looked again at the comatose wounded, whose face was covered in gauze, his features indiscernible, yet his build seemed familiar.

Platoon Leader? This wounded is also a Platoon Leader…

"Liu, Dr. Liu, what's this Platoon Leader's name?"