In the operating room, Wei Ran stitched up the major's shoulder wound with great care and bandaged it carefully.
"alright"
After finally fixing the wound on the major's shoulder with medical tape, Wei Ran said, "I deliberately used intradermal sutures so that no scars would be left after the wound heals."
"Thank you" the major said in English.
"Ours is an operating room run by Médecins Sans Frontières, open to all injured people."
Wei Ran said with a smile, "Of course, to be on the safe side, you'd better stay in the hospital for observation for a period of time, and by the way, it's best to restrain your men."
"Sorry, I don't understand what you are saying. I don't know a few words of English." The major, who was lying on the stretcher truck, said in Hebrew that Weiran could understand.
"Sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about."
Wei Ran said in English, and then deliberately changed to German, Italian and Japanese and asked again. Until he was sure that the little chair did not know any of the languages of the Axis powers, he let Rama greet him and still stood in the operating room.
Ed, who was at the door, called back the Falangist outside.
After repeating the suggestion just now, Wei Ran gave the major an extra injection of pain relief, and then finally said, "Since you don't plan to stay in the hospital for observation, you must make sure that he is clean enough after returning."
You need to recuperate in a special room, and the dressing must be changed every day, otherwise if it becomes infected, at least the limb will have to be amputated."
"What's your name?" asked the Falangist who had threatened Weiran.
"veterinary"
Wei Ran took off his blood-stained gloves and replied, "My code name is..."
"I meant your name, not your nickname." the Falangist asked.
"My name is Grandpa" Wei Ran's English answer was mixed with a well-spoken Chinese word.
"grandfather?"
"Why!"
Wei Ran responded happily and gave a thumbs up, "Very few people can call my name right the first time. Sir, you may have a talent for languages, and maybe you can become a linguist in the future."
Perhaps because Wei Ran's praise was sincere enough, this Phalangist, who obviously didn't have much education, showed a little bit of pride on his face that was not well hidden. At the end, he even repeated Wei Ran's "name" twice, and got both of them.
Wei Ran responded with an extremely loud response and repeatedly gestured with his thumb.
After some "compliments" and a $50 offer, the grandson, who was not too filial, was finally sent away without any danger. Everyone in the operating room breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn't until Dalal guarded the door of the operating room again, and until Ed and Hanward pushed in the new wounded, that Sewing Machine said reproachfully, "Veterinarian, what were you doing just now? Your behavior violated Hippocratic
..."
"stop"
Wei Ran did not give the other party a chance to blame himself. While treating the new wounded, he explained, "First of all, I am a veterinarian and not under the jurisdiction of Mr. Hippocrates. Secondly, if the Hebrew-speaking major is so
It'll be fine soon, I'm afraid someone will come to trouble us soon."
"Hebrew?"
The first person to react was Edelweiss opposite, "Do you know Hebrew?"
"I have learned some," Wei Ran replied casually.
"Why would someone still trouble us after we healed his injury?" Cradle asked, but Sewing Machine seemed to have understood something.
"Next, he will only have a high fever and faint. The people responsible for protecting him will focus on taking care of him, and will not have the energy to take revenge on us. In the same way, the major will be busy with the fever, and will have no energy to pay attention to us.
Already."
"But..."
"Will not"
Wei Ran had already guessed what Edelweiss across from him wanted to ask, "I have reminded him repeatedly that it is easy to get infected if you don't stay in the hospital. If you really get infected by then, it's because those Falangists didn't take good care of us and locked us up."
whats the matter."
"What if he chooses to stay in the hospital?" Sewing Machine asked.
“Enough antibiotics”
Wei Ran gave the coping method without any psychological pressure, "We are doctors, there are always ways to keep him alive. I actually hope he stays. As long as he is in the hospital for one day, the Falange will not
I will take action against the hospital."
"We are Doctors Without Borders, how dare they attack us?" Cradle said matter-of-factly.
"Who knows?"
Wei Ran rubbed the hot mouth of his left hand, knowing that the Living Ancestor was already warning him, so he wisely did not continue the topic.
"I have another question to ask you."
Edelweiss on the opposite side said while holding a piece of gauze with a hemostat to wipe the sweat from Wei Ran's forehead.
"What's the problem?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
"That name you just gave..."
"That's what Grandpa meant"
Wei Ran explained in French, and immediately, the three adults in the operating room and the 11-year-old Rama all laughed.
"This is the first time I've seen someone so bad and courageous like you." Cradle shook his head in confusion.
"He is a veterinarian" Edelweiss was the first to give the answer, and received unanimous nods of approval from everyone including Rama.
During this small interlude and chat, Wei Ran also completed the treatment of the wounded who had just been brought in with the cooperation of Edelweiss.
On the following morning, except for four mothers who were in labor in the next bed, no other wounded were brought over.
Out of respect to the best of her ability, Edelweiss took over the work of the sewing machine, cooperated with the cradle, and with the help of the little translator Rama, she welcomed the little angels who came to this suffering world one after another.
Compared with busy ladies, sanitary ware and sewing machines have found rare leisure time.
However, the two of them did not dare to go far, and each lit a cigarette at the door of the operating room.
"I delivered my son myself"
The sewing machine leaned against the door frame and took a puff of cigarette happily and said, "That was my first delivery, the cradle, I mean Julia, she gave me all her trust."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I can see that you and your husband have a very harmonious relationship," Wei Ran said, taking a puff of his cigarette as well.
“A lot of people can’t believe we’re together.”
Sewing machine, no, Mr. Serling said with a smile, "After all, she is a sucker and I am a rabbit rider."
“Nationality is not the point”
Wei Ran smiled and said, "You can join MSF for her and be willing to take risks here with her. That's what I'm talking about. It's a very great thing at this time."
"We are doctors originally, we just changed places to carry out medical work." Sewing Machine didn't think it was a big deal, "And you are here too, right? You are as great as Edelweiss."
Before Wei Ran could say anything, Hanward hurried over. His eyes immediately lit up when he saw Wei Ran and the sewing machine standing at the door, but soon, he shouted Rama's name loudly.
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Less than ten seconds later, Rama also ran out with a Polaroid hanging around his neck and a huge steel helmet on his head.
Seeing what Hanwad said anxiously, Wei Ran and Sewing Machine looked at each other, turned around and got into the operating room in tacit understanding, and put on a new set of surgical gowns and rubber gloves as quickly as possible.
Before they could finish their work, Rama also ran into the operating room and translated with panic in his tone, "Boys, there are a dozen or more boys, they..."
Rama gritted his teeth and continued, "They were castrated and are on their way here now."
"Castrated?"
The sewing machine let out an exclamation, and Edelweiss and the cradle next door, who were still busy delivering babies, also looked over in surprise.
"They have been sent to the hospital and will be coming in soon." Rama said anxiously.
"How are they doing?"
Wei Ran was already standing beside the simple operating table as he spoke, "Inform Ed that four people can come in at a time."
"Hanward just said that there are several people who have suffered serious blood loss. I have notified Dalal to prepare blood tests and asked Hanward to help find blood transfusions." Rama forced himself to calm down and said.
"well done"
At this time, Edelweiss also came from next door, "Remind them that when looking for a blood transfusion, they must remember to avoid direct blood relatives."
"I've already reminded you," Rama said while helping to pull the curtain of the pregnant woman next door tighter.
Before the little translator finished speaking, the wooden door of the operating room was pushed open. A man who looked to be in his forties or fifties was holding back tears and placed a little boy who looked younger than Rama and was pale and had begun to convulse.
onto the stretcher.
"Stop the pain, and push three more stretcher carts in." Wei Ran and Sewing Machine made the arrangements almost in unison, "Let the family members leave immediately."
While Rama was in charge of greeting Ed and Hanward at the door to help, Edelweiss had already taken out the anesthetic injection.
Immediately afterwards, Ed, Hanward and Dalal pushed in three more stretcher carts and asked the three boys who were brought in to lie down on them. Dalal also spoke very fast in words that they could not understand.
Asked in Arabic while starting the blood collection work.
Behind the 14-year-old nurse, Rama quickly used a pen to write names on medical tape and stuck them on the test tubes containing blood samples.
Ed and Hanward also shouted loudly and took away the adults who were re-operating in the operating room, making way for a space that was not very generous.
As anesthesia needles were pushed closer to the wound, the expressions of the four young wounded people lying on the stretcher finally became less painful.
However, Wei Yan and Sewing Machine did not rush to carry out rescue work. Instead, they just cut off the blood-stained clothes and examined the wounds silently.
"It's the dove ceremony," the sewing machine said firmly, "the provocative dove ceremony."
"These beasts should all be made into soap"
Wei Ran murmured in a cold tone. Of the four children who were sent to the operating room, almost all of their "gun skins" had been peeled off, and even the "gun heads" were incomplete. This would undoubtedly cause tremendous pain.
It will also bring lifelong psychological shadow.
"Now is not the time to curse"
Sewing Machine looked at Edelweiss, who had already left the operating room with an analgesic injection, and said while putting on new gloves, "Start as soon as possible, this time you..."
"I'll be more precise"
Wei Ran, who was also changing gloves, made a reassurance and started the operation cautiously.
Soon, a man in his 20s wearing a robe was brought into the operating room by Dalal. The girl skillfully used blood transfusion equipment to connect the blood of the man and the almost unconscious child on the operating table.
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As the dark red blood flowed into the child's body, Wei Ran was the first to breathe a sigh of relief, but he didn't care at all what the blood donor said in an angry tone. This operation was easy to say, but extremely difficult to say.
Disaster.
Soon after, a baby's cry was heard next door, followed by a flash of light and Rama's communication in Arabic.
There was no rest at all. The cradle and Edelweiss, who returned to the operating room almost at the same time, also joined in to help.
"There are 26 children in total"
Edelweiss stood opposite Wei Ran, speaking very fast while helping, "I asked a local nurse who can speak English to help.
These children disappeared last night and were found this morning in a bombed and abandoned school classroom. Two of them had bled to death when they were found."
After a pause, Edelweiss gritted her teeth and said, "They were all tied to the handrail of the stairs with wires, their mouths were gagged, and their eyes were blindfolded. According to the child who was in the best condition, they were kidnapped and taken there yesterday.
, and then someone hurt them and left."
"Who discovered them?" Wei Ran asked with suppressed anger, his back to Wei Ran's sewing machine.
"A child found theirs," said Edelweiss.
"Save people first," Wei Ran said in a hoarse voice.
For a while, the operating room became quiet.
Fortunately, except for the first few children whose condition was indeed serious, the subsequent conditions were somewhat better, which undoubtedly made the treatment much faster. But even so, these children had to endure a lot of pain.
As children were sent out one by one and children were brought in one after another, time also passed quickly.
But at this time, the only news about Beirut on the radio that was still working was that international troops were about to leave Beirut.
Finally, in their operating room and the other two hospital-owned operating rooms, which were almost continuously busy, 24 children were successfully treated.
But there was no way to calm down the anger in and outside the operating room.
Wei Ran, who came from a later generation who was involved in the situation but stayed out of it, knew clearly that this was a warm-up for the subsequent conflicts, and it was more likely just a prelude to the 200 kilogram bomb.
But no matter what, choosing to do something to a child, especially using such a cruel method, is actually too disgusting.
He is almost certain that there will be more such "pigeon rituals" before the 14th, and after the 14th, they will not stop, but will only become more and more unscrupulous.
The four of them were not given any time to rest, and other wounded people were brought in soon after. The people who had not taken in water or rice all day only had time to drink a pot of glucose-blended injections contributed by Wei Ran.
Liquid tap water to replenish the energy consumed.
Fortunately, it may be the calm before the storm, or it may be to make the international troops who have just left look better.
When the sun went down, the operating room they were responsible for finally got a chance to rest.
"what time is it?"
Wei Ran sat down against the outer wall of the operating room, lit a cigarette and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Seven thirty-one, much earlier than yesterday. It seems that the overall situation is indeed getting better."
The overly optimistic Edelweiss also leaned against the wall and sat down next to Wei Ran. She took out the wine bottle that Wei Ran had given her before from her pocket, unscrewed the lid and took a sip of the spicy golden millet wine. She grinned and shivered for a while.
, returned it to Wei Ran.
He took the flask and took a sip of the wine with the other person's body temperature, but Wei Ran handed the flask to Edelweiss again.
Seeing the other party looking at him with a puzzled expression, Wei Ran smiled and said, "This is your birthday gift. I promised you a new birthday in the morning."
Hearing this, Edelweiss was stunned for a moment, and her big eyes curved into crescent shapes. She happily took the wine bottle and said with a smile, "I like this gift!"
"It's rare that today can end early. Let's go back quickly to celebrate Edelweiss's birthday."
The cradle suggested, "I also have to think carefully about what gift to give you. Frankly speaking, if it hadn't been for the reminder from the veterinarian just now, I would have to go back to the garage to think of this."
"You go back first"
Wei Ran stood up unsteadily as he spoke, "Remember to take the radio back with you, I have to go out."
"What are you going to do?" the sewing machine asked subconsciously.
“Go out and get some air”
Wei Ran said, already taking off his surgical clothes and handing them to Ed, then he quickened his pace and ran out quickly without looking back.
However, in this dim corridor and sky, no one noticed that not only was there a homemade neck garrote hidden in his sleeve, but he also hid a sharp, blood-stained scalpel.
"I guess the angry Mr. Dongfeng is about to wake up."
Edelweiss murmured to herself, but her voice was so small that only she could hear it, and only she could understand the German.
