Chapter 113 The Conflict Between Wangzhen and Cobham
Chapter 113 Conflict between Wangzhen and Cobham
Author: Brilliant fireworks
Chapter 113 Conflict between Wangzhen and Cobham
Wang Zhen was silent for a while, and then asked: "Why do you need a blood transfusion if you can't save her?"
"This is not to save people, it is for us people to see, to calm our emotions." The poet took another hard puff, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out with his feet, "There have been more than one doctor who
There were too many wounded and we were too busy to handle it, so we gave up those wounded who had almost no hope of treatment to treat others, and were then injured by the excited wounded comrades."
"Well, there were also some who were killed. You know, soldiers are generally very irritable, especially those who have just come off the battlefield and carry guns with them. Later, this rule came into being."
Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment. This... military doctor is quite dangerous. He really can't do it if he doesn't have the courage.
but……
Wang Zhen thought for a while and asked again: "Why didn't Daryl arrange a regular hospital for us, but this kind of black clinic?"
"This is Iraq, there are terrorists everywhere, and we don't know how many attacks occur every day. Except for doctors from the Red Cross, who would be a normal doctor willing to come here." The poet whispered: "The vast majority of doctors who work here
They are all guilty."
"No wonder that guy just shouted louder than me. He doesn't look like a good person."
"Shajirat, bring in the guy who was shot in the butt." The male doctor's voice sounded in the room again.
Wang Zhen stood up quickly and wanted to see if he could help.
"Hey, you came just in time, push this guy out." The male doctor was washing the blood on his hands by the sink. When he saw Wang Zhen coming in, he immediately shouted: "Push that ass in, Shajirat, help me change it."
clothes, and get a new set of surgical tools."
Wang Zhen hurriedly ran in, lying on the flat car with the shovel. The wound on his shoulder had been sutured with a rough technique. The wrist position was re-fixed with a plastic device and only simple treatment was performed.
"This hand..." Wang Zhen couldn't help but ask.
"It can be connected, but now that it is connected, the hand will be completely useless. Do you need it?" the doctor said with a glance.
"What should we do?"
"You are Americans. Go back to the United States and find a specialized orthopedic department for connection. You don't expect me to have those advanced instruments here, right?" The doctor did not show any fear of the angry soldiers and spoke very casually, "Hurry up.
, don’t waste time, unless you want this guy’s hands and the golden retriever’s feet outside to be completely necrotic!”
"Hurry up and push that ass in, take out the warhead and leave as soon as possible!"
"Of course, you can leave now. It's no big deal if the bullet stays in your butt for another day. It won't kill you."
"This..." Wang Zhen suddenly felt at a loss and subconsciously lowered his head and asked: "Shovel, what do you think?"
"I gave him a sedative and he fell asleep. I gave you two minutes to decide. Can't you find a medic for your team? I hate being indecisive." The doctor complained.
Wang Zhen didn't say anything. He quickly pushed the shovel out and explained the matter.
"Take care of Golden Retriever's feet first. I'm fine. Then go back to Baghdad immediately and let Daryl arrange the hospital." Donkey said.
Seeing this, Wang Zhen pushed him into the operating room without asking what Golden Retriever meant.
I didn't dare to look, but after about 15 minutes, the doctor pushed the golden retriever out and said, "The wound has been treated, it's broken bones."
"Okay, how much?" Wang Zhen asked quickly.
"No, Seif is staying with me on a monthly basis." The doctor said with a smile: "I'll give you a suggestion, go back to the United States directly. If his foot is treated well, most of its functions can be restored."
Several people looked at each other and immediately said: "Let's go!"
"Hey, if the United States is too expensive, go to Cuba."
"Thank you!" Wang Zhen turned around and gave a thumbs up.
"Daryl, I'm Wang. The doctor here suggested that Golden Retriever and Shovel go back to the United States directly for treatment. We need a plane now, immediately, right away!"
…
Baghdad.
The hospital entrance was brightly lit, and a Black Hawk landed in the parking lot. Wang Zhen opened the cabin door and jumped out, and at a glance he saw Daryl and several company security personnel waiting not far away.
The propeller slowly stopped, and several medical staff from the hospital came over pushing a flat cart.
The mule was carefully lifted off the stretcher. According to the doctor, the guy's injuries were not serious. He only had a bullet in his butt, two broken ribs, and a few contusions and abrasions on his body.
Daryl came over, and Donkey raised his head and stared at Daryl coldly, "Where's that bastard from Cobham? Why didn't he come? Is he afraid that I would kill him?"
"He arranged a private jet at the airport. When he came, he came on Mr. Maltz's private jet. If he wanted to take you back immediately, he could only take Mr. Maltz's private jet." Daryl said in a low voice: "I'm sorry.
, I'm sorry, I didn't send anyone to rescue you."
"Okay, tell Bayonet this." The donkey turned his head and closed his eyes.
The doctor pushed the donkey away on a flat cart, and Daryl walked to the cabin. Wang Zhen stood opposite him, motionless, just staring at Daryl.
"I want to see the bayonet," Daryl whispered.
Wang Zhen still didn't move.
"King, let him come over." Golden Retriever shouted.
Only then did Wang Zhen make way. Daryl boarded the cabin, gently pulled away the white cloth on the bayonet head, sighed for a long time, and sat slumped on the floor.
"Golden Retriever, your feet..." Daryl asked looking at Golden Retriever.
"The doctor said that if the treatment is good, it can restore a lot of functions." Jin Mao said.
"Where's the shovel?"
"His hand can't recover."
"Retired...it's good."
Raising his hands and rubbing his face hard, Daryl looked up at Wang Zhen and said, "Wang, come up, let's go to the airport and send them back."
"What to do with the donkey?" Wang Zhen asked with a frown.
"His injury is not a problem. After the operation, he will be able to fly on his own after a few days of recovery. You are going to the United States with him. Such a big thing has happened to the Scythe team. There will be many things to deal with. The golden retriever is obviously unable to deal with it now.
.”
Wang Zhen nodded.
At Baghdad International Airport, the helicopter parked directly on the apron.
As soon as Wang Zhen got off the plane, he saw Cobham, and a fire suddenly burned from his chest to his head.
Without saying anything, he strode over and raised his hand to punch him.
Cobham didn't hide, and was punched on the left cheek by Wang Zhen.
"Are you relieved?"
"No!" Wang Zhen punched him again, but Cobham still didn't move.
When he was about to fight again, Daryl hugged him from behind.
"Let go!" Wang Zhen struggled hard.
"Damn, why don't you save us, why!"
"We fucking work for the company!"
"What were you doing when we were under attack and fighting for our lives?"
"You're fucking sleeping!"
"You son of a bitch!"
"I think you can understand that there is nothing that can be saved." Cobham raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "If there is a way, I will not fail to save people."
"Fart, you just don't want to!" Wang Zhen looked ferocious, pointed at Cobham and shouted loudly: "When the money is made, the company gets the lion's share, and when something goes wrong you turn a blind eye to it, this is the imperial barrier, fuck you, imperial barrier
, let’s see who is still working for you!”
"We can talk about some things after you calm down, okay?" Cobham sighed softly, "Now, send them back for treatment first."
Speaking of treatment, Wang Zhen stopped struggling and stared at Cobham fiercely, "The best hospital, the best treatment."
Cobham was silent for a moment and then said: "We will try our best."
"Fuck you, try your best!" Wang Zhen was furious when he heard this. His leader's speech was perfunctory, "If you can't cure them, I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"
"Can you fucking calm down? You look like a simple-minded young man who doesn't understand anything!" Cobham finally couldn't help but feel depressed, and he felt uncomfortable, "How to save people, I, he
Is this the fucking President of the United States? Someone will give their life to me with just one sentence!"
"If that were the case, I wouldn't stand here and let you, a bastard, punch me twice!"
"All I can do is maintain balance to the maximum extent so that things don't get completely out of control!"
"How do I find a hospital for Bourne and the others? The company has company rules and regulations. They must take insurance. The medical standards can only be in accordance with the insurance contract. Do you know how many people are injured in the Imperial Barrier every year?"
"Should every teammate of an injured person put a fucking gun to my head in the future and ask me to provide them with better medical conditions?"
Cobham walked up to Wang Zhen in one step, put his face close to his and shouted loudly: "Tell me!"
"Then, if we break the rules, do you know how much impact it will have on the entire PMC's pension rules?"
“You fucking think you can challenge the rules of an entire industry!”
Wang Zhen stared at Cobham, his teeth chattering, but he couldn't say a word.
Cobham gasped and looked at Wang Zhen. After a long time, he let out a deep breath, adjusted his clothes and hairstyle, and his expression became calm again, "Okay, take them on the plane.
Well, don't waste time, they have already found a hospital for you, it is the best that the company can coordinate."
"Huh..." Wang Zhen breathed out, "This matter is not over yet. The company must give us an explanation."
After saying that, Wang Zhen shook his arm vigorously, and Daryl let go of him.
Over at the helicopter, Golden Retriever and Shovel had already been helped by airport staff to remove the people, including Bayonet's corpse. Wang Zhen strode towards the poet's plane.
Daryl took two quick steps to catch up, "I have to say that we were all brothers who went to the battlefield together. Cobham has tried his best. On the surface, the company can only do so much, but I heard that Cobham
Im calling Mr. Maltz, and Mr. Maltz will come forward to solve some problems."
Wang Zhen didn't say anything. He walked to the bottom of the private plane before stopping. "What I actually thought of was..."
As he said this, Wang Zhen covered his face.
"I know, I know, you are a good guy, Golden Retriever is right." Daryl patted Wang Zhen on the back, "Don't be sad, there are medical personnel on the plane, you also have a good sleep, Golden Retriever"
They are all lying down, and there are still many things for you to do when you get there."
"I understand, that's it." Wang Zhen rubbed his face and stepped onto the plane.
He has only flown on ordinary planes twice, let alone private planes. This is the first time he has seen it with his own eyes.
I just didn’t expect that my first ride would be in this situation.