Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Compared with the Soviet underground medical treatment station in Smolensk, the German field hospital outside the city was larger, with more complete facilities, a larger medical team, and naturally more abundant medicines. In short, it has surpassed the Soviets by several blocks in all aspects.

A wounded soldier was sent to a field hospital. The unlucky soldier stepped on a landmine and his entire right calf was blown off, and his left leg was also bloody. He was immediately sent to the operating room.

Because he was injected with morphine after being injured, the wounded man did not yell in pain, but grabbed the doctor's arm and begged. "Doctor, please save my left leg. I don't want to be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life!"

The doctor patted his shoulder comfortingly. "Don't worry! We will try our best."

The wounded was then given an anesthetic and fell into a coma within a few seconds. Compared with the hacksaws used by Soviet doctors, the German military hospitals used disposable wire saws, which were more convenient and hygienic. While the doctor was cutting the injured leg, he asked the nurse who was cleaning the wound on the left leg. "Is the injury serious?"

The nurse shook her head. "It's not serious, just a few fragments embedded in it."

"That's good, otherwise he would really have to be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life."

The operation went smoothly. There was nothing serious about the left leg. After removing a few fragments, the wound was sutured. The unconscious casualty was pushed out of the operating room and into a ward not far away.

This is a four-person ward. Several sturdy medical staff carefully placed the injured on an empty hospital bed. The doctor who followed looked at the patient who was reading a book in the bed next to him and asked casually. road. "How's it going, Mr. Lieutenant, does it still hurt?"

The lieutenant put down the book in his hand with a wry smile on his face. "Of course it hurts. It hurts so much that I can't sleep at night. The painkillers you prescribed have very little effect. Why don't you give me some morphine? It's quite powerful."

The doctor shook his head and said extremely seriously. "Mr. Lieutenant, I told you that morphine is addictive."

Morphine was extracted from opium by German chemists in 1806. It began to replace opium as a better painkiller and was soon put on the battlefield. Its powerful analgesic and tranquilizing effect helped the wounded return to the front line. .

Morphine was widely used as an analgesic by military doctors from various countries during World War II. The United States is more radical. Medical soldiers can effectively inject controlled amounts of morphine directly into wounded soldiers on the front lines. On the battlefield, as long as the soldiers are not killed on the spot, no matter how injured they are, as long as they still have breath, a shot of morphine can kill them. Then we can only see whether the field hospital can save the injured soldier. The rescued one came back. It can be said that morphine brought good news to the injured frontline soldiers.

But no matter what, its essence is still a drug. Although it should be fine in moderation, we are afraid that some people will not be able to bear the addiction, because there have indeed been many soldiers who were unable to return to the army due to morphine addiction after recovering from injuries. Although their lives were He will come back, but he may be dead. In order to prevent similar things from happening, scientists have studied that the optimal dose of morphine is 5 mg at a time, and the maximum injection dose is 60 mg; therefore, the German army explicitly requires soldiers to use it in strict accordance with the prescribed dosage.

"Mr. Lieutenant, you don't want to fall from a respected combat hero to a shameful drug addict, do you?"

The lieutenant smiled coquettishly. "Of course I don't want to, then I'll just have to carry it."

At this time, the nurse came in pushing the medical cart, and the doctor hooked up the injured patient with intravenous infusion and added a penicillin.

Penicillin, this is definitely good stuff. You must know that before it was discovered, people were helpless against bacterial infections, and patients infected by bacteria faced death at any time. Before World War II, many soldiers were not killed by bullets on the spot, but died of bacterial infections after rescue. In an era without antibiotics, even a flesh injury could lead to death.

Now with the advent of penicillin, its biggest advantage is that it can kill germs without damaging human cells. Because bacteria have cell walls, but human cells do not have cell walls, penicillin destroys bacteria by destroying their cell walls. This miracle drug has saved the lives of countless German soldiers and caused the German army's losses to plummet.

In order to import this precious drug, other European countries are willing to use a lot of political tilt in exchange. This kind of drug diplomacy is almost always successful. After boxes and boxes of penicillin were transported to eastern Belarus and eastern Ukraine, saving thousands of local lives, the locals’ impression of the Germans jumped from “liberators” to “sent from God.” Liberator". After all, Soviet rule brought too much death and oppression to these areas. After the Germans came, they brought vitality and hope to the Belarusians, and it was clear at a glance who they were and who they were. Many Belarusian civilians are even eager to join the army, hoping to "fight for the country."

At this time, two soldiers in military uniforms appeared at the door of the ward, and a young man who looked like an adjutant asked softly. "Does Lieutenant Judit live here?"

"It's me." The lieutenant raised his hand.

Two soldiers walked into the ward. The other man's rank was colonel. The lieutenant had already guessed that they were there to give him the battle medal.

Distributing war injury medals is a very important thing. Soldiers who are injured need to be rewarded, and this medal is a proof of honor. Distributing combat injury medals to soldiers is equivalent to acknowledging their bravery and being wounded in battle, and is an affirmation of their efforts. Therefore, the officer responsible for issuing the rank is a few steps higher than the recipient to show solemnity.

"Lieutenant Judit." Walking to the hospital bed, the colonel saluted him, took out a letter of commendation from the regiment headquarters, took an exquisite medal box from the adjutant's hand, and handed it to him. Lieutenant Judit.

The name of the German war wound medal is very straightforward, it is called the Wounded Medal Verwundetenabzeichen. But it is not the same as the Purple Heart Medal in the United States. It is divided into three grades: iron, silver and gold.

The Iron Wounded Medal was still of some value in the early days. It could only be obtained by being injured twice by enemy attacks (including air strikes) or suffering from frostbite due to the climate of the station. However, by the end of World War II, Allied air raids were too frequent. Moreover, after 1943, the German army stipulated that civilians engaged in military production could also receive medals for bombing injuries, which suddenly made this product worthless. After the war, a considerable number of civilians had these medals.

The Silver Wounded Medal must be awarded to those who have been injured 3-4 times, or seriously injured, such as amputation or blindness.

To get the Golden Wounded Medal, you have to be injured more than 5 times, or be paraplegic or have a brain injury (such as dementia). What’s a bit funny is that the Germans also specifically stated that you can also get the Golden Wounded Medal if you lose your balls. Sometimes you have to admire the Germans. Brain circuits.

Lieutenant Judit returned the gift and carefully took the commendation letter and medal box.