High altitude oxygen production: I breathe with my comrades - visiting the oxygen production station of a certain brigade of the 77th Group Army. The car was driving in a yellow green mixed wilderness, with dark clouds hanging in the distance. Soon, the car window was blocked by the exhaled heat, and the vision began to blur. Suddenly, there was a "crackling" sound, and the sudden hail kept hitting the car body. The howling wind made the reporter wrap himself tightly in cotton clothes... If it weren't for personal experience, it would be hard to imagine that during the Sanfu season, the mainland was in scorching heat, but the plateau was like this. Equally unimaginable is the difficulty of breathing - in this plateau with less than 60% oxygen content, every breath is accompanied by wheezing, causing many newly arrived officers and soldiers to experience varying degrees of altitude sickness. By the way, where did this oxygen come from Although often running on high altitudes, it was the first time the reporter noticed the oxygen bag in the car. The propaganda officer of a certain brigade of the 77th Group Army, who was accompanying, told reporters, "There is a dedicated oxygen production station at the brigade's training site. Why don't you go and take a look?" In this way, the car parked in a corner of the brigade's field training site, and a field oxygen production station appeared in front of the reporter. The oxygen production station is connected by a camping tent and an oxygen production shelter. Due to the need to eliminate open flames and electric sparks during oxygen production, in order to minimize safety hazards, there are no other facilities in the camping tent except for field marching beds and office desks, making it appear somewhat spacious. Entering the tent, the huge noise generated by the oxygen production cabin during work made the journalist, who was already experiencing headaches due to altitude sickness, even more uncomfortable. Just adapt a bit The person speaking was Wang Chengzhi, the oxygen concentrator and first level sergeant of the brigade. "To ensure the oxygen needs of our comrades, this machine is on standby all the time." "Let's talk outside the tent," Wang Chengzhi pointed to the inner bed and said, "I work in two shifts with another comrade. Don't disturb his rest." After speaking, as if realizing something, he added, "Officers and soldiers may come to inject oxygen at any time. We have long been accustomed to falling asleep in the roar of the machine, but once there is a sound of talking, we will definitely be awakened." With that, Wang Chengzhi told the reporter about the past. A few years ago, there were no conditions for oxygen production in the area, and oxygen needed to be transported by car for tens of kilometers to nearby support points. There were safety hazards in the transportation process, and the storage capacity was only sufficient for medical use. Once, a soldier was diagnosed with chronic altitude sickness during a physical examination, and the doctor concluded that it was caused by long-term hypoxia. This incident made the leaders of the brigade determined: "Maintaining health is to maintain combat effectiveness. We must try our best to care for the health of officers and soldiers, so that everyone can defend the plateau in a better state." "Subsequently, the brigade opened an oxygen station, realizing the transformation from 'medical oxygen use' to 'health oxygen inhalation.' I became the first oxygen concentrator in the brigade." Wang Chengzhi proudly told reporters, "Since the day I stepped onto the post, I have set rules for myself, and as long as my comrades need it, I will always provide them with support." The officers and soldiers of the brigade are administering oxygen. When Wang Chengzhi spoke, the reporter noticed a detail - he occasionally rubbed his swollen hands. Originally, even in summer, the nighttime temperature on the plateau was only four to five degrees Celsius; For most of the year, this place is in 'winter'. In addition, special medication is required for oxygen production, which causes his hands to be red and swollen all year round. Only occasional rubbing can relieve itching. During the conversation, soldiers came to administer oxygen. I saw Wang Chengzhi holding an empty steel cylinder in both hands, skillfully opening the air valve and adjusting the pressure... Within a few minutes, he filled more than ten bottles of oxygen. During this time, he reminded his comrades, "Come find me anytime after use!" One soldier responded, "Thanks to you providing us with sufficient oxygen, this batch of new recruits in the lower platoon can adapt to the environment much faster than before..." "We'll help you load the car." With that, the journalist team worked together to lift a steel cylinder that was half a person's height. After everyone gasped heavily and filled the five steel cylinders, Wang Chengzhi neatly stacked the remaining oxygen tanks on the car alone. "You guys take it easy, even if you walk on foot on the plateau, it's like carrying a heavy load in the inland. Unlike me, I'm already used to it." This is "habit," not because I'm used to the plateau, but because I'm used to the hardships of the plateau. It's so hard, haven't you considered changing jobs? "Wang Chengzhi seemed to be lost in thought when facing the reporter's question, as if he was trying to balance his breathing. After a brief silence, Wang Chengzhi spoke up: "Last year, the 'Most Beautiful Plateau Striver' was selected by the brigade. I thought I hadn't done anything earth shattering, but I was actually selected. Do you know what the award speech said? '' Persist silently, dedicate in silence. Although work is unnoticed like oxygen, it is indispensable. 'The brigade leader also said that since the construction of the oxygen production station, no officers or soldiers in the brigade have been sick due to long-term hypoxia." In his words, Wang Chengzhi's eyes sparkled with a clear light like the plateau sky, and the reporter found the answer from his seemingly answered questions. As we were speaking, the tent door curtain was lifted, and the soldier who was just catching up on sleep emerged from inside and joined our conversation. Captain Wang has put in a lot of effort for oxygen production The soldier's name is Wang Kanghao, and he is a disciple led by Wang Chengzhi. He said, "During Chinese New Year and holidays, many family members come to visit the team, which is the time when oxygen consumption is highest. He has never rested during statutory holidays these years. For several years on New Year's Eve, he has been guarding the oxygen generator to eat dumplings." "It is strictly prohibited to have electric sparks, and electronic devices such as mobile phones must be stored in metal cabinets. When he enters the oxygen station, he loses contact with the outside world. During one shift, there was an emergency at the monitor's house, and his family called him more than ten times but no one answered. Finally, they contacted the instructor to find him. On the other end of the phone, my sister-in-law was so anxious that she couldn't help but cry." "The monitor and I had to take turns on duty, and I suggested that the night shift be '55/5 on,' but he said, 'Young.' Few people stay up late," and finally decided to "take care of me to the fullest extent possible." "And..." When it comes to his class monitor, Wang Kanghao has endless stories and words to tell. Upon hearing these words, the veteran seemed a bit embarrassed, and the "plateau red" on his face turned even redder. They are all trivial matters... "During the conversation, Wang Chengzhi frequently" interrupted "on the side. Wang Kanghao said," You worked so hard, you still don't allow me to talk? "" What about you? "Faced with the reporter's question, Wang Kanghao was stunned for a moment. He vigorously rubbed his hands, which were as red and swollen as Wang Chengzhi's, and said, "I'm used to it, but I don't feel too bitter..." On the towering plateau, ordinary oxygen is a rare resource. The soldiers stationed at the high-altitude oxygen production station, with their ordinary and persevering dedication, ensure that their comrades can breathe sufficient and pure oxygen. Their posts make the military motto of 'sharing the same breath, sharing the same destiny' real, concrete, and vivid. (New Society)