Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 782: Scraping the Bone to Treat the Poison and Painfully Sewing the Stitches

Bayakin thought for a long time. Among the people he knew, there was only one person who was able to handle both black and white affairs and had connections everywhere, and that was the super businessman Morgedai.

Bayakin and Morgedai are now like half-brothers. In addition to business dealings, they have closer communication in private.

For example, when Weidong was missing, Bayakin hinted to Morgedai to help him find out who the besieged rebels on Bogd Khan Mountain were.

Although, there has been no response yet.

Bayakin began to think that if he overestimated his friendship with Morgedai, it would bring terrible consequences and the trade network that he had worked so hard to build would be destroyed.

"Captain Wei, I have a business friend who may be able to help, but I'm not completely sure. Now I can only take a gamble!"

Wei Dong nodded. Without the treatment of a surgeon, he might only last two or three days. It would be a fantasy to escape back to Saida safely.

"Let's arrange a meeting with the surgeon outside the city. If anything unexpected happens, at least there's room for maneuver."

After Wei Dong finished speaking, he fell asleep.

Bayajin called one of his men to help him take care of Weidong, and he went to Morgedai's house in the west of Hulan City again.

This manor of more than ten acres was originally the private property of a Mongolian master. After the revolution broke out, it was taken over by the Mobei People's Army.

After Morguedai became rich, he used some unknown means to seize this house and became the owner of it.

As a frequent visitor to this house, Bayajin knocked on the door. The small window on the bronze door revealed the warm face of a slightly plump old man.

"Master Bayajin, you are here, please come in!"

The bronze door was pushed open by two or three big men. Bayakin dusted off the dust on his body and walked in.

"Butler, you have to call me Comrade Bayajin from now on!"

"Hey, it's a habit!"

The butler led Bayakin in with his head bowed, and saw Morgedai sipping coffee in the hall.

"Bayakin, come here quickly, we have a new batch of Brazilian coffee beans, come and taste them!"

Bayakin walked over with a smile, took the coffee handed to him by Morgedai, frowned and took a sip.

"Only masters like you can drink this stuff. For small traders like us, it's more practical to drink tea and wine!"

Morgedai chuckled, also frowned, and took a sip with a grin.

"I hate drinking this stuff, but I have to learn a little bit to deal with those high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

Bayakin thought of the senior officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who talked about freedom and equality all the time, but one day they robbed the herdsmen's cattle and sheep outside, and the next day they were tasting the coffee of a dozen cows behind the house.

"nausea!"

Moergedai smiled. After all, he had traveled all over the country for so many years and met all kinds of people, and there were countless people who cursed the People's Army.

"Okay, okay, you never come to me for no reason. What do you want me to do today?"

"Well, since you're speaking directly, I won't hide anything. A friend of mine was injured by an enemy and needs to be treated by a surgeon. But he's afraid of leaking the news and being discovered by his enemy, so he doesn't dare to go to the hospital."

Morge's expression slightly withdrew, and he raised his hand to stop Bayakin from continuing.

"Leave this to me. After I make the arrangements, I'll give you an address. Go pick him up. Remember to cover your eyes with the doctor's. "

"No need to cover your eyes, you are my friend, I still fully trust you!"

"No, you still have to cover your eyes. There is no impenetrable wall in this world. If your location is revealed, no one will be able to explain it. I don't want to destroy the relationship between you and me by helping you."

Bayajin nodded. What he said actually made sense. A gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall, and he should never give others any reason to doubt him.

"Don't you need to ask where my friend came from?"

"Haha, this world has many secrets and forces. People who do business only seek money and leave a way out. No matter where your friend comes from, or what kind of forces are behind him, I am not interested in him.

In the end, I am doing this for your sake and I also want to introduce you to more good relationships. What if one day I need a favor from you or your friends? "

Bayakin had to admire Morgedai's wisdom. He never asked about or interfered with meaningless things. He only analyzed the benefits and risks from them and which side had the upper hand.

Obviously, the benefits of helping Bayakin this time far outweigh the risks.

Bayajin thanked the doctor profusely, and finally received a "fully armed" surgeon and a beautiful nurse at twelve o'clock that evening.

It is obvious that these two people have been performing outside for many years and are more familiar with the process than anyone else.

As soon as he got on the carriage, he closed his eyes and urged others to blindfold them.

When they arrived at the farmhouse in the suburbs where Weidong was hiding, the surgeon skillfully removed the bandage and lifted the gauze, saw the slightly red and swollen wound, and then touched his forehead.

"Oh no, the wound is a little infected, and I have a fever. I need to be injected with antibiotics!"

"Doctor, is it him or you who has the fever? Antibiotics are more expensive than gold now, and they are strategic materials that are strictly controlled. Where can we get penicillin?"

Wei Dong touched his forehead, thinking that it was the mutton kidney he had at noon that made him feel hot all over, but he didn't expect that he actually had a fever.

It seems that being too strong is not a good thing. It actually reduces the sensitivity to pain?

"Doctor, please clean the wound first and then sew it up. I'll take care of the antibiotics."

"Young man, I don't have any anesthetic. If you can't stand it, just put a piece of wood in your mouth!"

Wei Dong looked at the beautiful female nurse and shook his head.

"This little pain is nothing. In ancient times, Guan Yu scraped his bones to cure poison. Now I am enduring the pain to sew up the wounds! Come!"

After Wei Dong finished speaking, he quietly grabbed the bed board with his hands, waiting for the pain to penetrate into his soul.

The doctor was not vague and took out a bottle of high-proof vodka. He took a sip for himself first, then gave Weidong a sip as well, and poured the rest on the wound.

The intention of giving Weidong two sips is easy to understand, it is nothing more than to anesthetize him.

But the doctor took two puffs himself, which really confused the masked Bayakin. Was it to numb his own nerves?

Ignoring Weidong's grimace, the doctor took two cotton swabs and stirred the wound, trying to get the alcohol in close contact with every piece of dead flesh on the wound and thoroughly disinfect it.

Finally, the doctor, with a slightly red face, took out a pair of small scissors and chuckled.

"to beat!"