After drinking today's good night wine with the birthday girl, Edelweiss yawned and returned to her tent. Before Wei Ran extinguished the candle and returned to the tent, she heard the chat between the sewing machine and the cradle again.
"When are you going to tell them about that?" Cradle asked in a low voice from the other side of the tent cloth.
"Tomorrow," the sewing machine replied after hesitating for a moment, "I will find a chance to mention it to them tomorrow."
"As soon as possible"
Cradle whispered worriedly, "It's okay to go to the refugee camp, I'm worried that the veterinarian will cause trouble for all of us."
"He may also be the only one who can keep us safe."
The sewing machine changed a language and almost muttered to himself, "Although I only served for one year after graduating from Gulhani Military Medical College, I can see that he and the soldiers I have come into contact with are very different.
The difference is that veterinarians are more easy-going than them, but they are also more dangerous.
He is more than a veterinarian, he is more like a beast.
It’s the kind of beast that almost loses its mind when locked in a cage, and then suddenly breaks free one day. Then it forces itself to calm down from the madness and do even crazier things.”
At this point, Sewing Machine paused, "We have to find a way to calm him down before he does something even crazier."
"Do you think he could be a member of the PFLP?" Cradle guessed in surprise, "Just like Carlos the Jackal."
"I have no idea"
The sewing machine's answer was particularly sober, "There is no need to know, dear, he is now a member of Doctors Without Borders, codenamed Veterinarian. We just need to find a way to prevent him from turning into Mr. Dongfeng after get off work at night, it's that simple."
"Like preventing werewolves from raising their heads on a full moon night?" Cradle asked with a smile, "It seems we need some silverware."
"You're right, it's like stopping a werewolf from raising his head on a full moon night."
The sewing machine repeated in another language, "Edelweiss may be the silverware we need, that pure and angelic young girl. She may be able to prevent the veterinarian from becoming Mr. Dongfeng."
"I hope so..."
Cradle sighed softly, obviously not having much hope for this, "So we need to talk to Edelweiss first?"
"No, we need to stop Edelweiss from turning into a werewolf first."
Sewing Machine said helplessly, "She is almost spoiled by the vet. I'm not kidding. I'm worried that tomorrow night she will also become Miss Nanfeng or Miss Beifeng."
You are the werewolf, you two are both werewolves.
Outside the tent, Wei Ran, who was sitting at the low table and watching the radio, muttered angrily in his heart.
This time he understood the two languages of the sewing machine couple, and he was also able to confirm that the two language tasks he must have completed should be rabbit riding language and spicy sucking language.
So there is another language task that should be Arabic, right?
When Wei Ran was thinking secretly, he already had a black panther vest on his body.
At this time, in addition to the enemy-facing grenade in the back, the vest also contained five captured grenades and four magazines filled with bullets.
In addition, in the remaining ammunition bags, there were four loaded Uzi submachine gun magazines, dozens of rifle bullets, a wad of banknotes and seized items such as gold necklaces and rings.
valuable items.
Of course he is not greedy for these small belongings that cannot be taken back, but these money are also necessary in such a war-torn area - whether used for trading or setting up traps.
After carefully examining the ammunition in the dark, I heard that the Sewing Machine couple stopped chatting about "werewolves" and turned to the topic of their child Yashar.
Wei Ran also turned off the radio, put away his Black Panther vest, put out his dying cigarette and got into the tent.
Lying on his own bed, he was secretly looking forward to understanding the Arabic conversations of the children next to him tomorrow morning.
After a while, the tired and gentle snoring was intertwined with the children's murmurs in their dreams, and the couple next door stopped talking at night.
“Bang bang bang!”
Almost when the sewing machine and cradle couple were about to fall asleep, the iron door of the garage was hurriedly tapped by someone outside in the night.
Before the sewing machine could even sit up, Wei Ran, who was already sleeping in his clothes, had already rushed out of the tent with a flashlight and ran towards the front of the ambulance close to the edge.
"who is it?"
Wei Ran, who was leaning against the wall, turned off his flashlight while asking, and at the same time, he swooped and silently rolled from the left front to the right front of the car.
"Mr. Vet, there are many seriously injured people coming to the hospital. We need your help." Outside the garage, a woman said in French.
"Is it Ayyub?"
At this moment, Sewing Machine also ran over carrying a candle lamp and pulling on his shoes. However, just as he finished asking, Wei Ran dragged him down and squatted down.
"It's me, sir." The woman outside the garage replied hastily, "We need help."
"The nurse in the operating room next door," whispered the sewing machine.
Hearing this, Wei Ran made a silent gesture, walked quietly to the door, extinguished the flashlight and gently lifted the thick curtain, and took a look outside through the crack in the door.
Fortunately, there was only one woman outside carrying an oil lamp and wearing a nurse's uniform.
"Wait a moment, let's put on our clothes and rush over." Wei Ran responded as he hid in the blind spot again.
"Gentlemen, please hurry up." The nurse outside said that and then there was no movement.
After looking at the cradle that was also running over and Edelweiss, who was wearing a nightgown and looking dazed, Wei Ran said, "Get your face dirty, and then change your clothes."
After saying that, he ran quickly to the end of the garage. After pushing open the small door, he climbed up to the roof of the garage on the auto repair parts along a corner he had been looking forward to. He crawled to the door and looked out.
One glance.
Fortunately, there was no ambush at the garage door, but there seemed to be a lot of people gathered in the direction of the hospital's broken body door not far away.
Quickly returning to the garage, Edelweiss had already put on a pair of jeans and a cream-colored turtleneck sweater in a short time. At this time, she was busy painting her face black with the cradle, Rama, and Dalal.
"Child...our little helper is going too?" Wei Ran asked.
"Sir, why don't we go?" Rama asked matter-of-factly.
"Let them be"
Edelweiss always seems to be on the children's side, "They do have enough reasons to help."
“You’re right”
Rama, who had already painted his face with black stripes, agreed with a bright smile. At that moment, Wei Ran even saw the shadow of the little lama and others in these children.
Nodding silently, Wei Ran said nothing more, but Edelweiss opened the door of the ambulance cab, took out a Stanley thermos bottle and handed it to Ed.
Without asking or translating, Ed took the thermos, carried the candle light, picked up the kettle and ran into the tent. Not long after, he took these things, as well as the coffee powder can that had appeared in the sewing machine couple's package.
The can ran toward the yard behind the garage.
"Don't waste time, it's time for us to set off." Sewing Machine said, already carrying the radio that had just been replaced with new batteries and the gas lamp that had not yet been lit. The cradle and Edelweiss also each carried the sterilized surgical instruments.
Under his leadership, the group left the garage by the dim light of the candle light and hurriedly returned to the operating room that was filled with the smell of blood.
At this time, there were already many seriously injured patients waiting outside the door of the operating room, and there was also an anxious light shining through the crack in the door of the operating room next door.
When Dalal opened the locked operating room, the two most seriously injured patients were immediately sent in.
After a quick observation with a flashlight, Wei Ran immediately waved to Dalal to come over, then handed the flashlight to Dalal and pointed at the bloody wound.
Fortunately, this 14-year-old girl didn't show any fear, and the flashlight in her hand didn't even tremble at all.
"Rama, help me translate."
Wei Ran couldn't wait for Edelweiss to light the kerosene lamp, and he didn't rush to wash his hands and change into surgical clothes like the sewing machine couple. Instead, he directly put on rubber gloves, picked up the hemostatic forceps, and said while looking for the bleeding point, "And Dara
I said her hands are very steady and she will be an excellent surgeon in the future."
Hearing this, Rama, who hurriedly put on his helmet, skillfully changed the photo box for the Polaroid around his neck and translated Wei Ran's praise into Arabic. Unfortunately, Wei Ran still couldn't understand it.
It's a pity that there were not enough bombs for 8 people.
While Wei Ran secretly regretted it, he had already clamped the main bleeding blood vessel with a hemostatic forceps.
"Come with me"
Wei Ran waved to Dalal, led her to the side of the second wounded person, and repeated the same trick to complete the preliminary work of stopping the bleeding.
"Lama, come with me and help me translate." Wei Ran said, then picked up a pair of hemostatic forceps and walked out of the operating room.
"The two in the operating room need blood tests and blood transfusions, and so does this one."
As Wei Ran spoke, he clamped a hemostat on the wound of a wounded man who was also unconscious at the door of the operating room, temporarily sealing the main bleeding location.
This kind of operation is completely an emergency strategy to delay time. If you are lucky enough to get timely treatment, you can survive.
As he said that, Wei Ran had already moved to the next wounded person. After a quick observation with the beam of the flashlight, he found the bleeding point again and clamped it, "This is also needed."
Continuing to walk forward, he saw a wounded man who was probably half the age of Rama.
There was a fatal bullet hole in his belly near his hip bone.
After looking at the tearful woman holding the child and her turban wet with tears, Wei Ran put his ear to the child's heart and listened.
After a while, Wei Ran stood up and walked towards the next one.
"Sir, does he need a blood transfusion?" Rama asked behind him.
"unnecessary"
Wei Ran responded hoarsely, "No need, he is already dead."
Hearing this, Rama didn't say anything, but simply turned around, walked up to the mother and son, firmly raised the orange Polaroid, and pressed the shutter towards them.
The corridor, which was originally only swaying with the beam of the flashlight, was illuminated by a flash for a moment. The wounded and those who brought the wounded were also quiet for a moment. They seemed to understand what the flash meant.
In the dim light of the candle lamp, Rama, who was wearing a huge steel helmet on his head, spoke in trembling Arabic that Wei Ran could not understand and did not want to understand at this time, while taking out a cigarette from his trouser pocket.
A marker pen wrote three lines of ancient text on the back of the Polaroid photo that had not yet been fully developed.
When this photo was handed over to the young mother, the dark and bloody corridor was filled with cries of sadness and despair.
"This also requires a blood test and hemostasis."
In the corridor, Wei Ran pointed to another seriously injured person he picked out and said in French. Behind him, the strong Rama also immediately translated.
It only took five minutes to pick out all the seriously injured patients who needed blood tests and blood transfusions. Wei Ran took the only two remaining hemostatic forceps and returned to the operating room where the gas lamps were lit and treatment was being carried out. He allowed Edelweiss to help him change into
I also put on surgical gowns and new rubber gloves.
"The anesthesia has been completed," Edelweiss reminded, "don't you need to wash your hands?"
"Resuscitate him first and then talk about it." Before Wei Ran could finish his words, he had already walked to the simple operating table.
As the adults and children around the two operating tables were busy, one injured person was sent out and brought in one after another. Some survived by luck, some were still alive and dead, and some died on the operating table.
Wei Ran didn't know how much time had passed, and he didn't know how many people had been saved or not.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But my feet are sore and numb for a long time, and the radio program that has changed three times on the radio is suggesting that the number of wounded they have treated seems to have long exceeded that before Wei Ran
The number of wounded was hurriedly counted in the corridor.
"You want to go to the bathroom?"
While Wei Ran was busy sewing up a young woman's abdominal cavity, he asked Edelweiss opposite Edelweiss, who seemed a little unsteady, without raising his head.
"I..."
"Go ahead"
Wei Ran continued to say without raising his head, "By the way, let's take a look at how many wounded people are outside."
Gritting her teeth, Edelweiss finally ran quickly into the bathroom that came with the operating room. Not long after, she ran out of the operating room to take a look.
By the time she washed her hands again, changed into her surgical gown and was standing next to the operating table, Wei Ran had already completed the bandaging work and was now calling Dalal to push the rescued woman out.
"There are many wounded outside," Edelweiss said. "Besides, it's daylight."
"What time is it now?" asked the sewing machine next door.
"Ten twenty-two in the morning," Edelweiss answered.
"There is a problem"
Wei Ran said as he walked to the bathroom, "First of all, have the hot air balloons been here? Secondly, where did these wounded people come from?"
Before he finished speaking, he had already entered the bathroom. At the same time, Rama was also asking something in Arabic to Hanwad, who had just pushed the wounded man in.
When Wei Ran came out refreshed and took the cold coffee from Rama, the little girl whose eyelids were twitching immediately said, "I just asked Hanwad, he has been
Staring in the direction of the garage, Mr. Hot Air Balloon has not appeared."
After a pause, Rama yawned and said, "In addition, Hanward asked the people who brought the wounded here that someone tried to leave the encircled area last night, and a firefight broke out."
"In which direction?" Wei Yan put down the coffee cup and asked while putting on his gloves again.
"North of the hospital" Rama replied immediately.
Hearing this, Wei Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not the direction he "spawned monsters" from last night.
"Sir, is there anything else you want to know?" Rama asked as he picked up the thermos and refilled the cup with coffee.
"No," Wei Ran put on his mask and replied, "Thank you for your hard work, our little translator. If you feel sleepy, just take a nap."
"I'm not sleepy yet," Rama said, but couldn't help but yawned again.
"The anesthesia is taking effect," Edelweiss reminded, while also handing over a scalpel.
"Okay." Wei Ran took a deep breath, reached out and took the scalpel and continued the different bloody work.
At this point, Wei Ran was too lazy to count how many surgeries he had completed. Not only him, but also Edelweiss opposite had given up on meaningless counting.
"We are running out of surgical instruments."
Cradle opened his mouth and made arrangements, "Rama, can Ed and Hanward send over the oil stove and cooking tray for disinfection?"
"no problem"
Rama, who was almost too sleepy to open his eyes, responded, cleared his hoarse voice and said hello in Arabic. At the same time, he also picked up the thermos bottle and walked towards the wooden door of the operating room, handing it to the man who was about to go out to find someone.
Dalal.
Not long after, as the two operations were completed, Ed and Hanward also used a medical trolley to push the sterilization instruments over, and skillfully began the sterilization operation in the corridor outside the operating room door.
The brothers also brought a refilled thermos of coffee and several bumpy aluminum lunch boxes.
"An operation can still be performed"
The sewing machine said, "You guys go to eat and rest while I'm left..."
"I'll do it," Wei Ran said mockingly, "Your speed is too slow."
Before he finished speaking, Dalal also asked something at the door.
"New wounded soldiers have arrived," Rama immediately translated, "Do you need to push them in?"
"Push one in," Wei Ran said, "You guys go to eat quickly."
Hearing this, Sewing Machine and Cradle looked at each other, but they did not refuse Wei Ran's kindness.
"You go too," Wei Ran said to Edelweiss, who was standing opposite.
"I still..."
Before Edelweiss finished speaking, the wounded had been brought in, this time a Falange member.
Of course Wei Ran was definitely a member of the Falange Party, he had just met him yesterday.
"Grandpa! Help me!"
Just as Wei Ran looked over, the Falange member also called out Wei Ran's "name" enthusiastically. The rest of the people in the operating room couldn't help but began to rejoice - fortunately they hadn't had time to take off their masks, otherwise
They had to let the wounded man see the smile that they couldn't help but smile.
"How did you get hurt?"
While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already greeted the two soldiers carrying guns who were pushing the stretcher in and pushed him under the gas lamp, "Friends, you know the rules."
"Get out"
This time, the Falangist member waved his hand to his subordinates very clearly, and before they could get out, he grinned and explained, "I stepped on a butterfly mine."
"How about your guys send some gasoline?"
Wei Ran asked casually while inspecting the wound on the opponent's foot, "We are low on fuel. Without oil, the gas lamp cannot be lit."
"Are you negotiating terms with me?" the grandson asked, as if he was about to fall out.
"Just a request between friends"
Wei Ran seemed not to notice the pistol on the opponent's waist, "If you can't get it, forget it."
"friend?"
"We are Doctors Without Borders"
Wei Ran injected anesthetic around the other party's wound while reconstructing the other party's cognition without leaving any trace, "We are not 8 Lestan people, we are not fence people, or even Jutai people, as long as you don't bring guns and contaminate people,
Our operating room, why can’t we be friends?”
Having said this, Wei Ran looked at the other party while waiting for the anesthetic to take effect, and said with a smile, "Believe me, it won't do you any harm to make a few doctor friends."
“You’re right”
After the grandson finished speaking, he changed into Arabic and said hello. Suddenly, a militant who had just left pushed open the wooden door of the operating room and walked in again.
"Don't let him come any closer"
Wei Ran said before his grandson could speak, "Unless you want your wound to get infected."
Hearing this, the grandson of the Falange immediately stopped his men who were continuing to move forward, and said something faster.
"He will send some fuel later," said the grandson who was half lying on the operating table.
"Thank you, friend, and make sure not to move this foot next."
"Are my legs useless?" The grandson, who was particularly arrogant yesterday, was inevitably a little uneasy at this time.
"You're lucky, you only blew off your big toe and second toe."
As Wei Ran spoke, he quickly picked up the saline solution and started washing the wound like a tattered rag, "I can't re-sew two of your toes, but as long as you wear boots, no one will notice this little flaw."
Hearing this, the grandson who was half lying on the hospital bed immediately breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Are you the only one to perform the surgery on me?"
"If there is a nurse next to me to help, it only means that your injury is very serious." Wei Ran said matter-of-factly, "You don't want this, right?"
"All right"
The grandson nodded extremely meekly and looked at the other people in the operating room, as well as the other people who seemed to be busy with something at the door of the operating room through a curtain.
"Don't move around. If you accidentally cut a blood vessel, you'll be in trouble."
Wei Ran didn't give the other party a chance to look at him randomly, "How is the condition of the major who was sent yesterday?"
"Still unconscious." The grandson of the Falange quickly froze, and at the same time said with some gloating, "He has been sent to another place."
"normal phenomenon"
Wei Ran inadvertently touched the dirty trouser leg with the needle holder in his hand, and while continuing to sew up the tattered trouser leg, he said, "Remind the major, you must change the dressing every day, and you must...
."
"Don't belabor this kind of thing," the grandson said impatiently on the operating table, "There is someone who will take care of him."
"All right"
Wei Ran, who was wearing a mask, smiled, speeded up his hands, and sewed the inside almost as if he was fooling around. He also sewed the outside skin with extra detail, and then bandaged it with extra detail.
"This is gas money"
Before the other party could greet his men, Wei Ran had already taken off his gloves, took out another 50 US dollars from his pocket and handed it to the other party. He said with great pain, "This is our last 50 US dollars, but we will not let it go."
My friend helped me for free."
Looking at the banknotes in his hand in surprise, his grandson lying on the hospital bed patted Wei Ran's shoulder hard, laughed and said, "Grandpa! We are friends from now on!"
"Take good care of yourself when you go back."
Wei Ran reminded the other party with a smile on his face, "Change the dressing every day, especially don't let the wound touch the ground, let alone get wet. Of course, if you want, it's best to stay."
“Forget it”
The grandson stuffed the banknotes into his pocket and said without thinking, "I don't like being in a ghost place like this."
After saying that, he shouted to greet his men in. After some questioning, he said while pushing himself away with his hands, "The oil has been delivered and is at the door. Goodbye, my friend."
"Goodbye!" Wei Ran waved enthusiastically and sent out his most sincere blessings, "I wish you a speedy recovery! My dear friend!"
"puff"
Almost at the same time that the door of the operating room was closed, the other adults and children who did not dare to take off their masks in order to hold back their laughter all squatted down with their mouths covered, trying hard not to laugh out loud.
