Wei Ran and Will recognized each other in no particular order.
"Why are you here?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.
"We were mobilized to help."
While speaking, Will saw that Wei Ran only had a weird-looking machete in his hand, and immediately handed over the carbine in his hand without thinking, "Take it!"
"No need." Wei Ran pointed in the direction of the operating room, "I won't need weapons when I go to the operating room."
"wait for me a while"
Before Will finished speaking, he got into the tent where the Japs had just left. After a moment, he came out with a 1911 pistol with residual blood stains and several magazines, "At least take this, and besides,
I will arrange for two people to take you back."
"Then I'm not welcome."
Wei Ran simply took the pistol, and after a brief inspection, he put the magazines in the opponent's hands into his pocket, then pointed to the still confused Marshall at his feet and said, "Ask your people to help me put him
Carry it back."
Upon hearing this, Will immediately said to the two youngest black soldiers beside him, "You two send Victor back. He is the veterinarian who is willing to help us on D-Day."
"Has my name been spread to you?" Wei Ran asked, dumbfounded.
"Almost every black person knows your name now"
Will said as he took off the kettle from his waist and handed it to Wei Ran, "This is the beer... kettle you gave me that day. I cleaned it."
"Thank you." Wei Ran took the kettle calmly, unscrewed the lid and took a long sip.
"Okay, we're going to go on a mission." Will said, waving his hands and leading the porters behind him to continue searching tent after tent.
Wei Ran pointed to Marshall at his feet, "Let's go too, he will trouble you."
When the two young black soldiers heard this, one of them, who looked stronger, immediately picked up Marshall, while the other walked in front with his gun raised.
The guard who followed at the end put away his machete without leaving a trace, and raised his gun and looked around vigilantly.
With their mutual cooperation, they finally returned to the trench connected to the operating room without any danger.
In this short period of time, the operating room that had been bombed had restored its original functions, but the corpses of Nurse Jenny and the wounded man with the hemostatic forceps still clamped on the wound had no time to move away, and they were just dumped casually.
To the side.
Even next to their bodies, there were many wounded waiting for treatment, and no one cared about the distinction between black and white at this time. All the wounded who could be carried here were mixed together.
"Victor! I'm glad you're okay!" Dr. Harrison, whose head was wrapped in gauze, breathed a sigh of relief immediately after seeing Wei Ran come back.
"How is the situation?" Wei Ran motioned to the two black soldiers behind him to put the dizzy Marshall on a stretcher, and at the same time asked the question he was most concerned about.
"Loss of casualties"
While speaking, Dr. Harrison handed Wei Ran two medical bags and continued to classify the injured on the floor, "Especially the medical staff, those crazy people seem to come specifically to the hospital, almost every operating room
They were all their targets, and a lot of our medical supplies were blown up. When we moved here before, it seemed that only you, me, and Bullock survived in that truck."
"But there are more wounded." Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh.
"really..."
Harrison pointed to the operating room with lights on not far away, "Victor, how about you take charge of the black people? There are some wounded around..."
“It doesn’t matter”
As he spoke, Wei Ran simply walked towards the operating room that he was particularly familiar with. The two black soldiers who had just carried Marshall back were also left by Dr. Harrison to carry the black soldiers into the operating room.
wounded.
In general, Harrison was fair enough. Otherwise, the black wounded on the ground would probably have to wait until all the white wounded were rescued before they could be ranked.
In the operating room filled with the smell of blood, Wei Ran glanced at the young doctor Bullock who was treating the wounded alone on an operating table, and then walked silently to another simple operating table piled with ammunition boxes.
Soon, a wounded black man was carried up, and Wei Ran, without the help of nurse Jenny, started working alone in silence.
Bullock, the doctor who was the first to call Wei Ran by his nickname in the moving truck, raised his eyes and glanced at Wei Ran, and a dull voice came out from the thick mask, "Veterinarian, I thought Jenny was
Just kidding, I didn't expect you to be so rude."
"As long as he doesn't die," Wei Ran responded. At the same time, he had already pulled out the bullet stuck in the wound and threw it away, and then began to suture the main blood vessels.
"I have to admit, you are really fast." Brock seemed to have a chatterbox. While busy, he asked with great interest, "Can you tell me your secret?"
"I'm a veterinarian"
While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already cut off the sutures on blood vessels and started suturing the muscle tissue.
"So?" Brock asked as if he was getting to the bottom of things.
"Trained with animals"
"Don't be kidding." Bullock obviously didn't believe it, and at the same time, he secretly speeded up the movements of his hands.
However, when Wei Ran had bandaged the wound and started calling for the next one, his muscles had just been sutured.
Four or five wounded people came down, and the gap between the two widened completely. After Bullock, who made a mistake while busy and almost broke a blood vessel, he honestly gave up the idea of comparison. Sometimes, he would even be honest.
He politely asked Wei Ran to come over and help him.
As for whether the wounded people lying on the operating table don't mind, not to mention Wei Ran doesn't care, Bullock doesn't care either. Anyway, there are a lot of wounded people outside. If you don't want to live anymore, of course there are other things you want to live for.
However, when he saw that there were fewer and fewer wounded outside, and a severely burned white man and a black man were carried in at the same time, Wei Ran was stunned.
He recognized at a glance that the white wounded man with large burns on his back was none other than the military police captain, Sean, while the black wounded man was Will, who had saved him and Marshall before.
Compared to Sean's injuries, Will's injuries were much lighter. The bullet made a bloody groove on his head where bones could be seen, and there was also a bayonet on his thigh that penetrated the muscle.
Other than that, there were only a few burns on my hands.
"I need your help" Brock shouted with a frown.
"Harrison! Harrison!" Wei Ran shouted several times outside the operating room at the top of his lungs.
Less than ten seconds later, Harrison ran in with gauze in one hand and a pack of sulfa powder in the other, "What's wrong?"
"Choose one, either help Bullock, or come and replace me."
Wei Ran said without raising his head. At the same time, he had already used surgical scissors to cut off the clothes around Will's wound in preparation.
Harrison was stunned. He first walked to the military police captain Sean and took a look. Then he walked to the black man Will and took a look. After hesitating for a second or two, he struggled to say the obvious answer, "Xiao
Captain En's burns are not only on his back, but also on his abdominal cavity... We don't have enough time and conditions to rescue him."
Sighing, Wei Ran threw away the medical equipment in his hand, "Harrison, help me with it first, and I'll find someone. Brock, at least let him live a little longer."
"Okay...okay..."
Harrison shook his head and took over Will's treatment, while Bullock hung up the plasma bottle for Sean without saying a word, trying to save his declining blood pressure, and at the same time gave him an extra dose of morphine.
Running out of the operating room quickly, Wei Ran held up a flashlight and found Marshall, who was smoking a cigar with Pastor Tom.
"Are you okay?" Wei Ran asked with a frown.
"It's okay, I'm just a little dizzy." Marshall's voice was louder than usual, and he pointed to one of his ears and said, "The other ear doesn't seem to be working."
"Put out the cigar, Captain Sean is dying."
Wei Ran plucked the cigar out of the other person's mouth and threw it away, "If he has faith, Tom can come here too. By the way, the wound on your butt?"
"Harrison has re-sewed it for me," Tom said quickly.
Marshall was silent for a moment, then staggered toward the operating room at an increasingly faster speed, while Wei Ran, who was behind, supported Tom, who had a weak butt, and chased after him.
When he and Tom entered the slightly crowded operating room, they immediately smelled the unique smell of marijuana, and then saw Marshall sitting on a wooden box, holding a cigarette in his hand and approaching Sean.
Come on, you suck me one breath at a time.
Seeing Wei Ran come back, Bullock tacitly gave up Sean's operating table to the former, and at the same time said in Wei Ran's ear, "Sean has several bullet wounds in his abdomen, even if you don't take into account the burns on his back.
His abdominal cavity has also..."
"I know." Wei Ran sighed, silently picked up a stick of morphine and pushed it into the burned black skin.
"Victor, save Sean"
At this time, Marshall had long lost his previous arrogant look, and the pleading in his eyes seemed to overflow with tears, "He is my last Texas friend, and he is even the boss of our gang.
Victor, please save him?"
"Sorry, I...I might not be able to save him..." Wei Ran glanced at Sean's abdominal incision that had been sutured, and already knew the outcome.
But what's ridiculous is that what happened before us was so similar to what happened on D-Day. The only difference was probably that Marshall didn't point a gun at himself this time.
Hearing this, an ugly smile appeared on Sean's lips. He raised his blistered hand with difficulty, made it into a fist as much as possible and stretched it towards Marshall. After the other party touched him lightly, he said with difficulty, "
Don't blame... this veterinarian... It doesn't matter who should be saved or... who should be given up. It doesn't matter who should be saved... it doesn't matter what the gang says... it doesn't matter what the skin color says. It only matters what the doctor says.
.
Marshall...Marshall, just think that I am atonement for the fire I set, thank you...thank you for taking the charge of a murderer for me, and..."
"Stop talking, stop talking about this! I said stop talking about this!" Marshall roared like a panicked child at this time.
"Also... let's put down those stupid prejudices... you see... my skin is also... dark..."
Sean raised his finger with difficulty and pointed to the black man Will who was looking at him on the other operating table, "It's him... He helped me put out the fire on my body, carried me back... and gave me a chance to
Have a few words with you.
Marshall...Marshall, take out my pistol, don't let me...die...on the operating table...it really...really hurts..."
Hearing this, Marshall looked at Wei Ran as if asking for help, but the answer the latter could give him was just a helpless shake of the head.
Looking at Sean again with a hard smile on his face, Marshall tremblingly opened the charred cowhide holster on Sean's waist and took out a US military standard 1911 pistol.
"Sean, is there anything you want to ask God for forgiveness for?"
Tom, who had stood aside from the beginning to the end, also placed the bullet-ridden and blood-stained Bible on the other person's chest while speaking.
Sean showed a difficult smile again, letting the dark red blood flow from the corners of his mouth, and said vaguely, "Marshall, it's your turn... help... help me."
Marshall tremblingly raised the pistol and gently pressed it to Sean's forehead. A moment later, a desperate gunshot was heard in the operating room that was filled with the smell of marijuana, blood and burnt smell, and