"Daryl, I, Wang, we got on the helicopter, everyone was seriously injured, we need to find a hospital immediately, at least we can get a blood transfusion!" Although he was extremely anxious, Wang Zhen still spoke in a very organized manner.
I have been with you for a few months. Although the time is short, the experience is really rich. We are truly living together through life and death. The relationship is excellent.
The bayonet was now lying on the floor of the Black Hawk cabin, with two serious injuries. Due to the bleeding, he was already a little confused.
Wang Zhen didn't dare to look at the current state, not because he was afraid, but because he felt uncomfortable.
It feels like a needle prick.
"Go to Brutz Town. I have already contacted Seif. There is a black clinic there that can perform simple surgical operations!" Although Daryl didn't know whether the Scythe team could break out, he was already prepared.
Already.
"Telephone."
"No, just fly over there. A landing mark has been made on the ground over there. Seif is waiting there. It's safe."
"Okay." Wang Zhen said and immediately hung up.
Only when we got on the plane did other people see the golden retriever's injuries. I wonder if there were too many serious injuries today. Everyone's face had no expression.
No one said anything nonsense and took off. Wang Zhen told the place and the scarecrow flew over as fast as possible.
The distance is only more than 30 kilometers, and the speed of the helicopter is only a few minutes.
But in just these few minutes, Bayonet stopped breathing...
No matter how everyone called, there was no response from the bayonet. They just wrote two words with their hands on the cabin floor, go home.
Wang Zhen was in a mess. He hated this feeling, the feeling of loss. It reminded him of many bad memories.
The plane landed and before it could stop, Wang Zhen opened the cabin door and jumped out, "Quickly!"
The people waiting here also knew the situation, and regardless of the dust blown up by the propeller, a man and a woman rushed over pushing a medical flat cart.
The poet and Wang Zhen brought down the bayonets, and the man helped, but when he lowered his head and looked at the injuries, he saw that the lower jaw was completely broken, the tongue was gone, the esophagus was clearly visible, the upper jaw and half of the nose were also broken, and his face was pale, and there was blood.
There was not much bleeding, but it was obvious that he had lost too much blood. He took a flashlight and took a look at his eyelids. He immediately frowned and asked, "What's your blood type?"
The golden retriever quickly spoke loudly, and the man ordered without looking back: "Take him in immediately for a blood transfusion."
"You're not going?" Wang Zhen looked up with a look of shock.
"Come down, let me see the injuries of the rest of you." The man said loudly.
"Save the people first, the others will be fine!" Wang Zhen shouted angrily with his eyes widened. If he didn't still have sense in his mind, he would have pulled out his gun.
"Shut up, I am a doctor and you are a doctor!" Facing a group of bloody soldiers, this man had an even bigger temper than Wang Zhen. He pointed at Wang Zhen's nose and yelled loudly.
Wang Zhen was stunned by the yelling, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"Listen to the doctor." Donkey shouted. This was not the first time he had experienced this kind of scene and he understood what the doctor meant.
In this case, it is necessary to simply take a look at everyone's injuries so as to plan the order of operations to prevent too much time from being wasted in the front and the people in the back who cannot wait for treatment before dying.
People came down one after another, including Jin Mao, who injured his foot and was supported by Wang Zhen.
At this moment, everyone had taken off their body armor. The doctor frowned when he saw Shovel's injury. "Transfuse blood immediately and perform surgery. You guys also need blood transfusions, so come in yourself."
After saying that, he put the shovel on the medical flat cart and ran towards the house. Seeing the anxiety, Wang Zhen turned around and asked: "He, what does he mean?"
"The bayonet..." Donkey sighed, found a medical flat cart and lay down on his side.
Wang Zhen was stunned on the spot, his lips trembling. He didn't want to believe it, but he felt that what the donkey said was right.
Gritting his teeth, Wang Zhen quickly pushed the donkey and ran towards the house. Behind him was the poet pushing the golden retriever.
The house is not big, a two-story building. The living room on the first floor is both a reception room and a bed room, the kitchen has been converted into a medical room and sterilization room, one bedroom has been converted into an instrument room, and one has been converted into an operating room.
If you can do a simple CT, forget about anything else.
As soon as he entered the door, Wang Zhen saw a blood transfusion bag hanging from a bayonet. At the same time, a nurse was cleaning the wound on his face, but the big male doctor with a special voice was missing.
"This, this, this..." Wang Zhen looked down at the donkey and pointed over there, with a look of anxiety on his face. Was this like he was rescuing someone?
The donkey shook his head and said, "Let's go over and send the bayonet for the last leg."
Wang Zhen shivered and pushed the donkey to the bedside. The nurse glanced at a few people and stepped aside, "What are your blood types? Please tell me."
Golden Retriever talked to Donkey, and the nurse turned around and left.
The four people were on both sides of the bayonet bed. The golden hair, the donkey, and the poet did not speak, but just stretched out their hands to grab the bayonet arm.
Wang Zhen stood there helplessly. He still couldn't accept the fact that Bayonet had bandaged his thigh half an hour ago.
How come...how come it's gone...
Scene after scene echoed in his mind, the bayonet rushed out and used himself to attract fire, creating an opportunity for him to kill the enemy.
Bayonet is on the front line in every battle.
Every time the bayonet spoke, the angry donkey became furious.
Bayonet taught him how to use a shotgun in combat and how to better protect himself in CQB combat.
The scenes echoed in his mind, and Wang Zhen couldn't hear the sounds outside at all. He stood alone against the wall, staring blankly at the four people beside the bed, with tears silently flowing down his cheeks.
"I'm sorry, but he is gone now. I have to give you blood transfusions and clean your wounds." The female nurse appeared in front of several people again and whispered.
Several people let go, and the nurse covered the bayonet with a piece of white cloth. Only when the white cloth completely covered the bayonet did Wang Zhen come back to his senses.
Bayonet, really dead.
Wang Zhen wiped the tears from his face and looked at Jinmao and Donkey, as if he was afraid that these two people would also die.
The donkey also lost a lot of blood, his lips were white, and his skin was shriveled. Not only was he shot in the butt, but his chest was also bleeding.
A 7.62 machine gun bullet penetrated the body armor, but the bullet got stuck in the body armor and only a little bullet leaked out. There was a small bloody hole in the donkey's chest, and there was a high probability that the ribs were broken and the lungs were injured, otherwise he would not have vomited blood.
After giving the donkey a blood transfusion, the nurse cut open the blood-soaked pants. The fierce battle caused the tape covering the wound to crack. The blood hole was torn even larger. The gel could not completely block it, and it was still bleeding slowly.
The nurse quickly finished rinsing the wound, checked briefly, and then applied a simple hemostatic bandage. The chest was also treated simply and then stopped.
"The injury is not serious. There will be no danger after the blood transfusion. The doctor will just wait for the surgery to be completed to help you remove the warhead."
After that, he turned around to look at the golden retriever's injuries.
First she cut off Golden Retriever's military boots. After the wound was exposed, the nurse frowned and stopped moving. This made Wang Zhen's brows jump wildly.
After taking off the shoes, I saw that the Golden Retriever's heel was missing at least 3 centimeters. After applying a tourniquet, it didn't bleed much. The white bones were exposed to the air, and it looked like a serious injury.
It hurt the bones.
The nurse loosened the tourniquet and began to stop the bleeding.
The hemostatic bandage cannot be used for a long time, otherwise it will cause necrosis of flesh and blood.
"Is it serious?" Wang Zhen leaned over and asked in a low voice.
"This bone is broken, and now a large piece is missing. Please ask the doctor for details." The nurse simply said.
Wang Zhen stood there blankly, his heart throbbing and the pain was severe.
After a hundred days of crippling muscles and bones, even if the bones were broken, a piece of the heel was missing. Wang Zhen didn't dare to think, wouldn't he be lame in the future?
Why did this happen all of a sudden!
The golden retriever lay on the flat car, patted Wang Zhen gently with his hand, and smiled, "It's okay."
Wang Zhen turned around and saw that Golden Retriever's face was covered in sweat and the muscles on his face were beating. It was obvious that cleaning the wound was very painful.
"It doesn't work here. If we find another hospital, we can definitely reconnect the bones when we get to Baghdad." Wang Zhen gritted his teeth and said.
I said this half to Golden Retriever and half to myself.
"Yes, it will definitely work. If it doesn't work, just go back to the United States for treatment. American medical care is so advanced!"
"This fucking injury was caused by working for the company. The company must treat you!"
"If Cobham refuses to give you money, I will kill him!" Wang Zhen said, with blue veins showing on his face.
"Don't be so impulsive, it's not like you." Jin Mao grabbed Wang Zhen's hand and said.
"I...I'm going to take a look at the shovel." Wang Zhen couldn't stay here any longer. He didn't dare to look at the golden retriever's feet, and he was even more worried about the shovel.
He quickly walked to the operating room that was converted into a bedroom. It was really simple, with wooden doors and windows. Wang Zhen could see everything clearly while lying on the window.
The shovel was lying on the operating table, and the wound on his left shoulder was opened by something. The doctor was inserting a long forceps into it, apparently to remove the bullet.
He was bleeding. Wang Zhen glanced at it and looked away.
He had seen a lot of blood on the battlefield, and he had killed people with knives. He had never seen any disgusting and scary corpses, but when this happened to his comrades, he couldn't stand it anymore.
It's so uncomfortable.
The doctor's actions seemed quite rough. After taking out the warhead, he began to suture the wound. After looking at it for a few times, Wang Zhen turned around and walked out of the house. He couldn't stay here any longer.
The poet followed Wang Zhen and walked out, took out a box of cigarettes and handed one to Wang Zhen.
Wang Zhen's hand holding the cigarette was trembling. This shouldn't happen to a man holding a gun to fight. He lit it, took a deep breath, cough... cough...
Neither of them spoke, they were silent.
After smoking most of the cigarette, the poet suddenly said, "Military doctors, or doctors living in war-torn areas, have certain ways of doing things. When they encounter wounded people who they know cannot be saved, they will not give up directly if conditions permit.
Yes, blood transfusions and other procedures will be performed to stop the bleeding."
"Generally when we see this kind of situation, we know that the person cannot be saved."