Jinhua, Tangya Field Hospital.

Zhong Yi, Yu Liangzhen and other senior generals are accepting the report from the dean.

The director of Tangya Field Hospital is Chen Wanli, director of Zhejiang Provincial Hospital.

"So far, our hospital has admitted 130,938 wounded people, including 31,049 seriously injured people, and 49,306 minor wounded people who have been discharged from the hospital."

"Why are there so many?" Yu Liangzhen said in surprise, "130,900?"

Chen Wanli hurriedly said: "Sir Yu doesn't know that some of the wounded have been injured many times."

"Oh, so that's it." Yu Liangzhen nodded suddenly, and his face dimmed again. The minor injured person returned to the team and was soon injured and was hospitalized. It can be seen how high the casualty rate in the Zhejiang-Fujian War Zone is.

Zhong Yi was also in a heavy mood and asked, "Director Chen, how many are there in the number of casualties?"

The number of casualties should not be counted by field hospitals, but since the work of treating wounded in this Zhejiang-Fujian battle was concentrated in Tangya Hospital, Zhong Yi simply did not bother with the second master.

"As of now, the number of casualties is 13,066." Chen Wanli said this and said, "But the number of casualties will explode and increase in the next few days, because many seriously injured people brought down from the front line cannot be saved, and they will still die one after another."

"Can't you save it?" Yu Liangzhen said angrily, "Why?"

After pausing, Yu Liangzhen continued: "There is no shortage of penicillin now!"

"It's not a problem with penicillin." Chen Wanli smiled bitterly, "but because there is no time to undergo surgery at all. Due to the limited number of doctors, we can only give priority to serious injuries with high treatment value. For serious injuries with no rescue value, we can only...

Speaking of this, Chen Wanli couldn't continue to talk, and his eyes were filled with tears.

This is all fate. Life is not distinguished from the high and low. As long as it is fate, it should be treated equally!

However, for the sake of the country, the nation, and to better retain the strength of the War of Resistance, they must classify the wounded in different levels. Those seriously injured who can still return to the battlefield after recovering from injury are given priority treatment, while those who are basically difficult to rescue or who have to be disabled after resuscitation can only be ranked behind...

This practice is cruel and cruel, but they have no choice.

Because the number of doctors in their hospital is really limited, I can't be busy.

Taking a deep breath, Yu Liangzhen asked in a deep voice: "So, how many people will die in the end?"

Chen Wanlimo calculated and said sadly: "The final death number will be about 30,000."

"Thirty thousand?!" Yu Liangzhen's eyes turned dark when he heard this and almost fainted on the spot. These were the three main divisions, and this was the entire number of troops of an army!

A army is gone like this!

Although the casualties of the National Army were much smaller than those of the Japanese army, Yu Liangzhen was still a little unacceptable.

Zhong Yi suddenly asked Chen Wanli: "Director Chen, are you saying that because there are insufficient doctors and there is no time to take surgery, the number of casualties has increased dramatically?"

"Yes." Chen Wanli said, "mainly because there are insufficient doctors."

Zhong Yi said: "Why not let experienced nurses try the surgery?"

"Chief Staff Zhong, you don't need to remind you of this." Chen Wanli said, "Any nurse who can do surgery has now stood on the operating table for surgery, but the number is still far from enough."

"Can you imagine the scene where thousands of surgeries were performed at the same time?"

"That's not all, there are still tens of thousands of surgeries waiting for you to do!"

"Anyway, I have lived for most of my life and have never seen such a scene."

Zhong Yi turned around and ordered Master Zhang to say, "Adminton Zhang, immediately pay homage to Yinjiang University and the logistics company, and ask the logistics company to send a car to bring all the students of Yinjiang University Medical School!"

"Is Chief of Staff Zhong asked the medical school students to stand on the operating table?" Chen Wanli asked.

"Yes." Zhong Yi pointed his head and said, "Instead of letting so many seriously injured wait for death, it is better to let the students of the medical school work hard. What if they are saved? Moreover, this can prepare for the next battle. When the students of the medical school have experience in surgery, then in the next battle, no matter how many seriously injured people are, they will have enough medical reserves!"

Chen Wanli frowned and thought for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "Okay, I agree to do this."

After inspecting Tangya Field Hospital, Yu Liangzhen completely lost his previous happiness.

On the way back to Lanxi Chief Office, Yu Liangzhen said in a quiet tone: "Zi Ren, although we won the second Zhejiang-Fujian Battle, the price is too heavy."

"Yes." Zhong Yi said, "There are nearly 30,000 officers and soldiers who have been killed, and more than 50,000 officers and soldiers who have been injured in the battle, and more than 100,000 officers and soldiers who have been injured in the minor amount. This is just casualties, the loss of weapons and equipment, the consumption of ammunition and logistics supplies is even more astronomical. Basically, after a battle, Yinjiang's foundation will be lost."

"Yes." Yu Liangzhen said with a slight silence, "War is really expensive!"

"But, the Japanese lost even more!" Tao Guang, who was sitting in the front row of the front passenger seat, couldn't help but interrupt, "Our national army was killed by nearly 30,000, but the Japanese died by a total of 60,000! There is no need to mention the weapons and equipment. The Japanese lost more than five times that of ours, so we still made a lot of money!"

"Blood earning is blood earning, but the Japanese family is much stronger than ours!" Yu Liangzhen said, "They can replenish four divisions and in a blink of an eye. If they do not have a heavy artillery brigade, they can replenish a brand new heavy artillery brigade, but we do not have this strength, no."

Zhong Yi didn't dare to answer the words again, and he really couldn't answer them.

Because he had already heard that Yu Liangzhen still hoped that Yinjiang's finances could afford the reconstruction of the 41st Army, but Zhong Yi knew that it was impossible.

In fact, the expenses for this battle were not provided by the Yinjiang Municipal Government.

Damn, is it okay for him, Zhong Yi to personally bear the expenses of this battle?

But now, Zhong Yi's account has been empty, and the benefits of his trip to the United States have been used for a long time. He really can't afford to rebuild the 41st Army.

Even if the 41st Army was an old army he brought out, it would not be possible.

The reconstruction of the 41st Army, recruitment of troops, purchase and distribution of weapons and equipment may only be relied on the National Government or the Yinjiang Municipal Government. Anyway, he really has no money.

But if Zhong Yi doesn't say it, Yu Liangzhen still wants to find him.
Chapter completed!