Battlefield Patron Saint None of the more than 1,000 wounded officers and men died
Shi Hanyin, a native of Wuhan, Hubei, was born in October 1940, enlisted in the army in October 1965, joined the party in September 1969, and has a university degree. He has successively served as a military surgeon, an attending military doctor, a director of the medical department, a vice president, and a dean. He was awarded 1 individual second-class meritorious service, 1 collective second prize, and 8 all-army technological progress awards. He retired in 2001 with the rank of colonel and enjoyed professional and technical level 4 treatment. no.1
Ignorant young people enlist in the army as military doctors
What do you want to do when you grow up?
This is a problem that many children encounter. I remember the answer back then: I want to be a scientist, I want to be a PLA.
Fortunately, when I grew up, I actually became one of the two and became a medical worker in our army, although the word "scientist" is not suitable for me, but it is also my honor to study medical technology and solve the problems of the common people and officers and soldiers on the operating table!
In summary, my biggest strength is pragmatism. For example, as I said earlier, my dream when I was a child was to be a scientist and a PLA, which is not a slogan, I am obsessed and determined to move forward.
In elementary school, junior high school, and high school, I was almost always the top student in school, and I always ranked high in exams, which made my father, who was a dock worker, very honored.
I didn't disappoint him, and after graduating from high school, I was admitted to Tongji Medical University, majoring in medicine. In the 60s of the last century, college students were definitely a rare group, and sometimes a town or county could not produce a few college students.
After graduating from university in 1965, I was assigned to work in a local hospital.
In the same year, the cadre departments of the Chengdu Military Region went to Beijing, Shanghai, Tianjin, Hubei and other places to select medical and technical personnel to prepare for the establishment of the PLA 163 Field Hospital. When the military personnel got my materials, they thought I was a good talent, so they asked me by name.
In my ignorance, I entered the ranks of the People's Liberation Army in this way and realized the biggest dream in my life.
I remember that after we were admitted, the military asked us not to tell our families, and we were only allowed to write letters to our families after we arrived in Kunming and changed into military uniforms. Knowing that I enlisted in the army as a military doctor, my father was very happy, he felt that his son had grown up and could finally use the knowledge he had learned to serve the motherland.
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Led the team to the southern Xinjiang of the motherland
In the early days of service, our hospital mainly served the railway troops who built the Chengdu-Kunming Line and the Xiangyu Line Railway. Because the construction of the railway will cause many soldiers to be bruised, blown up, fractured, etc., our medical services have to keep up to ensure the smooth development of the project.
At the same time, after the hospital is deployed to other places, we will also volunteer to rescue local people who encounter major accidents such as car accidents and falls, and we will not charge a penny.
In 1983, I was transferred to 324 Hospital as the director of the medical department.
In this position, my life ushered in the most unforgettable and severe battlefield test: in 1988, I was ordered to form a field medical team and go to the front line of the Sino-Vietnamese self-defense counterattack.
When I received this order, I was very excited. Because the war in southern Xinjiang has always been concerned about the hearts of the people of the whole country, any bloody soldier wants to go to the front line to fight the invaders, including us military doctors. Although he does not kill the enemy with a gun, it is also a kind of dedication to treat his wounded comrades with a scalpel!
In March 1988, I led more than 80 medical staff from the 324 Hospital to Malipo, Wenshan Prefecture, Yunnan Province, and set up a temporary field hospital on a small hillside.
Different from the rear, although the field hospital is located in the rear of the battlefield, the incessant sound of gunfire and the screams of the wounded every day still remind us that this is the battlefield.
Field doctors have the triple task of receiving and treating and evacuating, and it is relatively safe to receive treatment and evacuate, because they receive the wounded in the rear, and then send them to the rear hospital through ***. The front is the most dangerous.
Because on the battlefield where bullets are raining, some soldiers are seriously injured and must be rescued immediately, which requires doctors to follow the infantry to the front line.
As the big brother of the team, I was the first to stand up, pick a few doctors and go to the front with the infantry. It was April 28, 1988.
Since April 28, 1984, after our army regained Lao Son, we have taken this day as Victory Day, and the Vietnamese army has taken this day as the "Snow Shame Day".
That night, I followed the infantry to the forefront of the position and lay in ambush in the cat's ear hole. How far forward is this front line, for example, whoever coughs on both sides of the position can make the other side hear.
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The front line saw the cruelty of war
At the forefront of China and Vietnam, I saw for the first time the cat ear piercings that were often mentioned on the radio before, and the environment was simply indescribable:
The larger holes are stuffed with a few more people, and the air inside is filthy; Small holes, a person in and out has to crawl, the weather in the mountains is humid, sultry, rainy, resulting in the cat's ear hole soaked in rainwater at any time, the soldiers can only live shirtless in shorts in this environment, but in this way it attracts a large number of mosquito bites, and even rats, snakes, locusts crawl around on the soles of their feet, making people look at the scalp numbness, especially snakes, especially like to drill into the cat's ear holes, because there are many mice in it.
On the night of April 28th, not long after I was lurking in the cat's ear hole, the cannons on both sides suddenly **.
I don't know who fired the first shot, but with a tremor of the earth, when I subconsciously looked up at the sky, the cannonballs with long tails of flames flew overhead like fireworks in the sky, and the originally dark sky was like day.
It was the first time I had experienced this kind of artillery battle, and my nerves were tense, and the constant gesturing of the little soldier next to me made me relax.
It is said that that night we fired the largest caliber 152mm shells, so that the disgruntled Vietnamese troops once again tasted the taste of shells "Manchu and Han full feast".
That night, the two sides refused to give in to each other, and the artillery fire did not stop until dawn the next day, when wounded soldiers were constantly being carried down from the front line, and I hurried into the treatment.
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She used her body temperature to soothe the seriously wounded fighters
On the battlefield in southern Xinjiang, what impressed me the most was mine injuries.
On the front line, in order to prevent mutual sneak attacks, our army and the enemy have planted millions of mines of all kinds, which are of many types and difficult to eliminate.
To put it mildly, we can stitch up and surgically treat gunshot wounds and artillery wounds on the body, but anti-infantry mines are the most hateful, and they will be killed after stepping on them, and their legs will be gone.
Let me tell you how abominable mine injuries are: after a person steps on it, the upper body is basically fine, the legs are basically cut off by a brush, and the wound does not bleed much due to explosives burns, but the muscles, muscles, bones, and blood vessels are intertwined like a mop head, which looks particularly worrying.
Soldiers who have been injured by landmines, many people will get a kind of "phantom pain", that is, although the leg is gone, they will suddenly feel pain in the leg, and will desperately shout ** to get anesthetic injections, take a lot of medicine to relieve pain, if they are not satisfied, they will lose their temper, smash things, beat people, and in serious cases, they will commit suicide.
As doctors, we know that this is the battlefield stress syndrome brought about by the war, and as medical personnel, we must unconditionally heal their psychological wounds.
One night when I was on duty, a 19-year-old soldier had his leg blown off, and he suddenly woke up in his sleep and shouted, "My leg hurts, hurry up and inject me."
Wu Hongying ran over and kept reassuring the soldiers, but to no avail, the soldiers still kept hammering the hospital bed to get injections.
Seeing this, Wu Hongying sat on the hospital bed, lifted the soldier's intact leg, put it on his own legs, and then told the soldier: You relax, I'll rub your leg, and it will be fine immediately. Seeing Wu Hongying rubbing her legs, the warrior's roar gradually became quieter.
In this way, Wu Hongying chatted with the warrior while massaging his leg muscles, and persevered all night. In the early hours of the morning, the little soldier finally fell asleep peacefully, and Wu Hongying, whose eyes were red, quietly left.
When I realized that the wounded soldiers not only need medical aid, but also need spiritual comfort, I decided to set up a literary and artistic team, so that the ** who can sing and dance choreographs various dances, in the interval between the rescue of the wounded, everyone will perform a paragraph, basins, towels, and water cups are all props for our performance, even if the girls are not complete, but in the field hospital, I think this song is as beautiful as a lark.
In this way, there was less painful wailing and more hearty laughter in the field hospital. Whenever a soldier was transferred to the rear hospital, the most inseparable thing they could not give up was we, the medical staff, who held our hands and wept ...... every time
Think about it, too, on the front line of the rain of bullets, the wounded comrades-in-arms from the north and south of the river scattered to Tiannan and Haibei when they returned to the rear, and they didn't know when they would see each other today, this heartache is understandable.
Later, we made a statistic: on the battlefield, I led the team to treat more than 1,000 soldiers, no matter whether they were slightly injured or seriously injured, not a single soldier died in our hands, this data made me proud for a lifetime.
Today, the smoke of gunpowder has long since dissipated, and the blood of countless martyrs has stained the frontier, in exchange for not missing an inch of the motherland's territory.
Looking at all the happiness today, I feel that our efforts are worth it!
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