Chapter 1640
My Empire Chapter 1640
2021-10-15
Chapter 1640 1642 Tired smileIn the operating room, several doctors have anesthesia robots and two assistant nurses , has started to get busy.
Compared to the operating room of a regular hospital, it doesn't look so clean here, because there are bloodstains on the ground, which cannot be wiped clean.
After incising the wounded's skin, a stream of blood spurted out. If the blood transfusion hadn't already started, the person might have died long ago.
"Clean up!" The doctor with his hands raised frowned and instructed the assistant beside him.
Soon, an assistant doctor put the instrument up and cleaned the blood in the abdominal cavity.
Extending his hand to the nurse, the doctor continued to instruct without raising his head: "Hemostatic forceps... This guy's internal organs have been damaged by the shock... What a mess."
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At the same time as he stretched out his hand, he hadn't forgotten to spit out a word - in his opinion, it is a miracle that this person has survived until now.
A doctor next to him said, "It looks like it should be modified, but it's a very primordial technology..."
They have seen too much The modified warriors, these warriors have been strengthened in some places, and will be significantly stronger than others when fighting.
And this kind of reinforcement can also help them save their lives at a critical time. After all, if you have a strong physique, you can persist for a while when you are injured.
The chief doctor handed the instrument in his hand to the assistant, shook his blood-stained hands, and asked, "Are the cloned organs ready? Direct transplantation... He may Can't wait that long."
Since the Alanhill Empire began cloning research, there has been no problem with organ and plasma reserves.
Although this kind of thing is quite cruel, it is true that cloning technology has saved thousands of absolute clone soldiers, and also saved thousands of absolute warriors.
Seeing that a puppet robot brought a container with internal organs, an assistant doctor turned on the switch of the container and let the cold air in it diffuse, and said, "If you meet us, he is good. Luckily, if it takes some time, he may be cold."
He really didn't exaggerate, because they are indeed very experienced doctors. They have to deal with dozens or hundreds of seriously wounded people here every day, and their experience is ten million times more than that of the doctors in the rear hospital.
The doctors here probably cut off more arms every day than elbows in the slaughterhouse. On the hospital bed here, there are countless pitiful persons who lack arms and legs, and every day all will come a new batch.
This place is not much easier than the battlefield. Every day when you open your eyes, you have to save one after another of the wounded who will die. Every doctor here has a strong heart, so that they can persist until now.
The leading doctor entered the state again at this time, lowered his head and said to his assistant: "Be careful here on blood vessels... Don't mess up... Yes, hook it! Don't move!"
"Suck it! Keep your vision! Check the side to see if there is any bleeding wound! Don't miss it." The blood in the abdominal cavity began to increase gradually, and he finally lifted the head and opened his mouth to instruct.
While the assistants were processing the blood, the leading doctor looked towards the anesthesia robot: "Is the heart rate of the wounded... still normal?"
"Normal! The state of anesthesia is also normal. , his breathing is still stable, and his pulse has not changed much." The robot replied quite well.
Taking a look at the monitor, the doctor finally calmed down a little: "The state of the heart is not bad, this may be the main reason why he has persisted until now. He is very young, so he can persist for so long. ."
"Yes, he is very young, so we should save him." An assistant said without looking up while busy.
"Has the plasma arrived?" Another assistant looked towards the robot next to him and asked.
The robot replied without thinking about it: "The quantity is enough..."
"Keep the blood transfusion... Continue to remove the damaged organs... mainly the small intestine, his The intestines were pierced by this stone." Looking at the wounded's abdominal cavity like a battlefield, the leading doctor continued his work.
He squeezed a stone out of the wounded's body and threw it into the tray beside him, making a crisp sound.
When the cut out small intestine was clipped with tweezers, the assistant doctor looked at the stones in the tray and asked, "Shouldn't there be mecha protection? How could there be stones? The block penetrated the stomach?"
"It may be that the mecha is damaged, or there may be other reasons, what? You want to know his stupid injury process?" The leading doctor asked disapprovingly.
"He just asked a question out of curiosity. I've got the arm done! It can be sutured. Luckily for him, the injury on his left arm is fine and he doesn't need to amputate." Another busy doctor also said Finished his work, lifts the head said.
"Would you like to look there...in case..." At this time, the doctor who was very interested in how the wounded body was penetrated by the stone suddenly asked.
Actually, he asked this for no other reason than to tease the two female nurses in the operating room.
Just when he was filled with a sense of accomplishment about his own problem, a female nurse snorted and shattered his pride: "It's still there, I checked it. It looks normal, There's no wound..."
In an instant, the assistant who was just about to be complacent was stunned by the sturdy female nurses.
No way, working in a place full of wounded soldiers would make any female nurse tough. They will be maddening in the car at a speed of 500 per hour every day, and they don't care about the sensitive words of meat and jokes.
What scene did they not see? What kind of wounded did they not serve? These nurses even know which of the wounded lying in the wards next door are the ones with broken incense.
This is war, except for those seemingly brilliant victories, and those coolness to look at the world, the corners are full of dirty and dilapidated wars.
People die humbly all the time, but people can only remember those heroes and villains. No way, this is a war, a war that makes people want to scold their mothers.
"It can be sutured... he... survived." Finally, when the atmosphere began to become a little depressing, the leading doctor raised his hands and let the blood on his fingers follow his hands The back flowed to his elbow: "It's still a success."
"Huh..." Everyone put out a long breath, and then their faces were naturally unnatural, with a tired smile on their faces. come.
(end of this chapter)