Chapter 1639
My Empire Chapter 1639
2021-10-15
Chapter 1639 1641 Bright red light"The energy cannonball hit his arm directly, you know the power of that thing, even if It is the protection of the dynamic mecha, and his arm can't be saved." While writing the case record, a doctor in a white coat said with emotion.
This is the case of a patient he has just treated. When the patient was sent, one arm was bloody, and he simply couldn't keep it.
Even, the bones of this arm have been broken, embedded in the flesh and blood, like irregular shrapnel.
Without even a second thought, the doctors cut off the man's arm with tools, and threw the remaining pile of minced meat into the medical trash can.
This is the field hospital. They have to use the least loss plan as soon as possible and use the fastest speed to make a choice for each wounded.
Another doctor, sighed, said about the patient: "Thanks to our soul technology and puppet prosthetics, his life will not be affected, and amputation is a good option."
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Soul technology and puppet prosthetics can help the wounded return to life to the greatest extent possible. With advanced prosthetics, many soldiers can even stay on the battlefield and continue to fight the enemy.
However, no matter how easy a prosthetic limb is, it is still a prosthetic limb. It will always replace a person's own arm or thigh, so no matter how they develop, it cannot make up for the regret of people losing their limbs.
At this time, a doctor walked into the room with a tired face. He walked to his seat and threw the record book for ward rounds in his hand on the table, and then he seemed to be exhausted. He fell on his swivel table and chair.
He stretched his legs, facing the ceiling feebly, and his whole body exuded a strong smell of decadence.
No way. Anyone who has worked overtime for two days in a row, has undergone various surgeries and has to take care of more than 200 patients, without the Heavenly Dao tool provided by the system, will be as tired as a dead dog.
The doctor who came in later, when everyone thought he would not speak again, suddenly snorted and said as if struggling: "The patient in bed 9 woke up... His sanity is still a little unclear, but he is much better than before he took the tranquilizer yesterday."
"The guy in bed 31... took seven sleeping pills before falling asleep... Tell the nurse in the duty room that the dose can't be added any more... If you add more, he won't be able to wake up." After a short pause, he didn't hear anyone talking, and he said each minding their own business.
This time, a doctor finally spoke up and said, "I know that buddy, doesn't he have battlefield syndrome and can't sleep? For him, he can sleep to death, I'm happier than alive..."
The doctors in the room are the backbone of this field hospital. As the war continues, their workload has reached a huge level.
They have to deal with thousands of wounded every day all, and they can only rest one day every five days, which is almost no different from livestock.
Therefore, most of the time, in the quiet terrifying of this office, everyone is reluctant to speak, because all the energy is spent on ward rounds, surgery and wound treatment.
It is their happiest thing to be able to climb back here and lie down on the chair for a while. So they are too lazy to talk, too lazy to do anything superfluous.
"It's also a poor fellow." Hearing a colleague echoed, the doctor who was still writing the case notes also sighed with emotion.
As soon as he finished speaking, a nurse rushed in in a hurry and shouted, "Doctor! Another truck! There is a serious wounded person! The situation is very dangerous."
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Without speaking, several doctors stood up from their positions one after another. They rubbed their faces with their hands, and then started to walk towards the door.
"Have you had a blood transfusion?" While walking, the leading doctor asked the nurses who were leading the way: "Is there any basic treatment for frontline medical soldiers?"
"Blood transfusion... However, the situation is not optimistic, the injuries are too serious... The treatment of the medics is also very messy, and it is initially suspected that there is internal bleeding and organ damage..." The nurse said as she walked forward.
In the corridor, a second lieutenant officer saw several doctors hurriedly passing by, and immediately jumped up, rushed in front of the doctor, and pleaded, "Doctor... doctor! Save this soldier! He is a good guy, he knocked down his comrades, but he was hit!"
"We will try our best!" Without stopping, a doctor casually comforted him , while preparing to continue to the operating room.
"If he dies, I'll fight you! Asshole! I'm not asking you to do your best, I'm asking you to save him!" Another blood-covered soldier desperately wanted He jumped up, but was stopped by the guards in the field hospital.
The frowned guard with the armband pushed the soldier to the wall: "Calm down! Soldier! This is a field hospital! This is not a place where you go wild! Back! Back!"
As he spoke, he even touched the stun gun on his waist - in this field hospital specially prepared for soldiers who have seen blood, it is impossible to subdue without being cruel.
The leading doctor stopped and said comforted: "We understand your mood very well, and we will do our best to treat every soldier sent here! Please rest assured!"
"He saved me! He did this to save me!" The soldier didn't have the guts to attack the guards in the field hospital, but even though he was pressed against the wall, he still shouted loudly.
The doctor named Chief continued: "I understand! I understand! We will try to make him better."
"Thank you! Thank you! Must save him, It must be..." As he spoke, the soldier who was very impulsive and arrogant just now had tears streaming down his face at this moment.
There is still blood on his body, and it is not known whether it is his own or that of his comrades. On the digital camouflage uniform, there is also a commemorative medal stationed on Higgs 3.
This means he is a warrior, a true warrior who has been fighting the enemy for over three months on the surface of Higgs 3.
Looking at the doctors and nurses who were leaving, the second lieutenant smiled and made a gesture of "harmless to humans and animals" to the hospital guards who were waiting. The guard did not continue to embarrass the soldiers under the second lieutenant. Released his hand.
The soldier who had just been pressed against the wall looked anxiously at the end of the corridor, at the dried up puddles of blood on the stone floor of the corridor.
He didn't know what to do, he squatted back to the corner in a daze, holding his steel helmet, as if his whole soul had been taken away.
The second lieutenant walked to his side and put his hand on his shoulder. After thinking about it, he said comforted: "It'll be fine...don't worry."
Operating room The lights came on, as red as blood.
(end of this chapter)