Chapter 114 Returning to the United States: The Diagnosis Results of the Golden Retriever Shovel
Chapter 114 Return to the United States Golden Retriever Shovel’s Diagnosis Results (I still need more updates)
Author: Brilliant fireworks
Chapter 114 Return to the United States Golden Retriever Shovel’s Diagnosis Results (I still need more updates)
No one wanted to talk along the way.
There were medical staff arranged by Cobham on the plane to take care of Shovel and Golden Retriever. Various minor wounds and contusions on Wang Zhen and the poet were also debrided and bandaged on the plane.
The private plane really opened Wang Zhen's eyes, as well as the bathroom. The two cleaned up and changed into the clothes that Cobham helped prepare. The original combat uniforms, including the body armor, were thrown away.
Body armor inserts also have a lifespan. Generally, if they withstand more than 4 bullets in the same area, the bulletproof effect will be greatly reduced. Such damaged body armor cannot be worn on the battlefield at all.
Not to mention that the cost of operating this kind of special operations team is high. The more you earn, the more you spend.
There were dedicated people on the plane to take care of the two injured people, so Wang Zhen and the poet stopped making trouble, put down their seats, lay down there and began to sleep.
He was tired and his mind was foggy, but Wang Zhen couldn't fall asleep. His mind kept thinking about what happened today, including Daryl and Cobham.
The bayonet is dead, the shovel is seriously injured and retired, and Golden Retriever still doesn't know if he can go to the battlefield again. There are only three people left in the sickle team, himself, the poet, and the donkey. Donkey doesn't know when he will recover from his injuries.
If Golden Retriever can't go on the battlefield, then the Scythe Team will be completely useless.
Even though most of the decisions of the Scythe Team in recent months have been made by Wang Zhen, it seems that Golden Retriever has done nothing, but in fact, the core of the Scythe Team is still Golden Retriever.
With Golden Retriever standing behind Wang Zhen, Wang Zhen can talk to Daryl and Cobham head-on about things.
With Daryl's guarantee, John from the CIA would choose to believe Wang Zhen.
Only with John's intervention can the Iraqi government give the Scythe Team a contract and the Adan Abboud family surrender.
Without Golden Retriever, why would the second-in-command of the CIA's Iraq branch trust a Chinese? Did John really think he couldn't find a collaborator?
Without Golden Retriever, it would be impossible for Wang Zhen to enter the Empire Barrier, let alone talk directly with Daryl and Cobham. Wouldn't they be able to recruit American soldiers?
Are you looking for a Chinese who is destined to become trouble?
Yes, it's troublesome. The PMC industry is special. Each company must consider issues of race and nationality. A group of hot-tempered soldiers with guns in their hands is not like an ordinary company. You punch me twice, and I punch you twice.
It was good luck that Guo Jingyun was able to walk out of the company in Switzerland alive.
The future is bleak.
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"Sir, wake up, we have arrived at Gualadia Airport in New York." Drowsily, Wang Zhen heard someone calling him, opened his eyes suddenly, made a defensive posture with his left hand, and involuntarily touched his waist with his right hand.
At this moment, the murderous look in Wang Zhen's eyes frightened the stewardess, her face turned pale, her legs trembled, she screamed, and sat down on the ground.
His hand was empty before Wang Zhen reacted and covered his face with embarrassment. He didn't know when he fell asleep. In his dream, he was still killing people on the battlefield. That means he didn't know any boxing or kicking skills, otherwise the flight attendant just now would be afraid of him.
It's miserable...
After all, he had just come off the battlefield and fought so fiercely for more than ten hours. It was simply impossible for a rookie like Wang Zhen to directly change his form.
This can also be regarded as battlefield stress trauma syndrome. It is easy to subconsciously overreact and make hurtful actions.
The good news is that mental illness doesn’t lead to legal problems...
"Sorry, sorry, I'm really sorry. Did I scare you?" Wang Zhen sat up and reached out to pull the other person.
The flight attendant sat on the ground and moved back a few times to avoid it. She took a few breaths and then stood up with the help of other flight attendants.
"I'm really sorry. I just came off the battlefield and was a little..." Wang Zhen bared his teeth, his face full of embarrassment.
"It's okay, I understand, I, I was just scared for a moment." The stewardess straightened her clothes and said with a blush.
"I don't know how to apologize to you..."
"It's okay, sir. We've arrived. Let's get off the plane. It was just an accident." The flight attendant smiled and held out her hand.
Wang Zhen turned his head and saw the poet leaning at the door of the cabin looking at him with a half-smile. The golden retriever and the shovel were sitting in wheelchairs, with smiles on their faces.
These two people may have experienced a lot and adjusted quickly.
Wang Zhen stuck out his tongue, turned around and bowed slightly, and walked quickly towards the cabin door.
The ramp for this connection was unique. Shovel and Golden Retriever were sitting in wheelchairs, with Wang Zhen and the poet standing behind them.
There was a group of people waiting under the plane, four bodyguards in black suits, and a chubby middle-aged man standing in the middle.
"Mr. Maltz, why are you here in person?" The golden retriever stood up on one leg, holding the wheelchair with his hand.
This is Malz. Wang Zhen takes a look at it secretly.
"Sit down quickly, Bern." Maltz helped the golden retriever sit down, leaned over to give him a hug, and then walked over and hugged the shovel, "I didn't expect to see you like this again."
"Kainan, he..."
Just as he was talking, Bayonet's body was brought down. The iron ice coffin was specially used by the US military to transport corpses.
When the coffin was opened, Maltz looked down, sighed and said, "This is the fate of a mercenary."
"Let's go, let's take you to the hospital first, and fix the bayonet by the way."
As a group of people got on the bus, from beginning to end, Malz just nodded slightly to Wang Zhen as a greeting.
The hospital looks very big. Wang Zhen doesn't know what the medical conditions are like here, but the big boss of the company has come forward in person, so the conditions should be good.
Wang Zhen doesn’t think that ordinary employees who get injured will take private planes or big bosses to take them to the hospital in person.
Come to think of it, before getting on the plane, Daryl said that Cobham had informed the boss of his intentions.
The golden retriever declined several times, but Maltz's attitude was very firm, "You are not only an employee of the Imperial Barrier, you are also my brother, Maltz. It is impossible for me to watch my brother injured and remain indifferent. I believe you will not watch it."
It’s on.”
"Your refusal to care from me will only make me sad. You know, that is nothing to me."
After looking at the shovel, the golden retriever finally nodded, "Okay."
It also needs to be a golden retriever and have dignity.
The hospital had a huge array, with more than a dozen medical staff waiting in the square in front of the door, and people from the insurance company also arrived.
The expert team comes on stage, performs various tests, no need to queue up, everything is the best.
While Wang Zhen was completely relieved, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Damn, it's great to have money!
More than an hour later, the hospital gave a treatment plan. The missing bone in the golden retriever's hind foot was made of metal, and skin and muscle were transplanted from other places.
The shovel's wrist, broken tendons and nervous system were reconnected.
The good news is that after recovery, you will basically look like normal people.
The bad news is that even though the two men have recovered, the fractured area can no longer withstand excessive force, and it is not recommended that the two men go to the battlefield again.
After the treatment plan is determined, there will be nothing to do with Wang Zhen and the two of them, and Malz's secretary will arrange it at the hotel.
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"Has the treatment not started yet?"
The next day, Wang Zhen and the poet went to the hospital to visit them.
It is not a single ward. At the golden retriever's request, the two of them lived in the same room.
There is a living room, a separate bathroom, and a 24-hour beautiful nurse.
"I think I should take a picture and send it to the donkey. He will be so envious that he will want to cry." Wang Zhen looked around the layout of the ward and said with a smile.
Perhaps the experience of his parents' death had tempered Wang Zhen's heart, and after one day and one night, he had adjusted a bit.
"Ha." Golden Retriever and Shovel also laughed.
"The treatment has already started. I heard from the doctor that it will take seven or eight operations, which is very troublesome." Jin Mao explained with a smile.
"Okay, if you need anything from me, let me know first. Drinking is not allowed. Patients are not allowed to drink alcohol. Spicy, greasy, and seafood are not allowed to be eaten." Wang Zhen asked.
"I haven't taken cephalosporins, so why can't I drink alcohol?" The golden retriever's eyes widened with disbelief on his face, "Also, what do you mean you can't eat spicy, greasy and seafood?"
"Hey, Wang, we can't go out now. If we can't drink wine and eat delicious food, you might as well let us die!" Shovel also complained loudly.
"This is wisdom from the ancient East. It will help you recover from your wounds, do you understand?" Wang Zhen said seriously, these foreigners just don't know how to take care of their bodies.
Everyone looks the same in their teens as they do in their thirties. Women will age rapidly after the shelf life has passed. Once they are over 40 years old, there will only be two shriveled sagging breasts left.
"I think what you said is wrong!" The door to the ward was pushed open, and a male doctor walked in. "There is no scientific research to prove that seafood has a negative effect on wound healing."
"On the contrary, modern medicine believes that trauma patients, as a special group of people, need to consume more protein during the wound healing process. Appropriately increasing the intake of high-quality protein will help improve the body's self-healing ability."
"Clinically, we also recommend that patients with trauma or surgery should appropriately increase the proportion of high-quality protein in their diet. Seafood is rich in high-quality protein, so it is beneficial to wound healing."
"In addition, some deep-sea fish are also rich in long-chain polyunsaturated fatty acids, which can help trauma patients repair the nervous system and regulate inflammatory immune responses."
"You said you can't eat seafood due to trauma. That's because in the past, people couldn't tell whether the patient was allergic to seafood or some seafood, including if the seafood was not handled cleanly enough or was not fresh enough, which would lead to the carried germs entering the body and causing diarrhea. Moderate,
Allergies and other problems may even lead to suppuration or more serious co-infections.”
Wang Zhen: "..."
Hidden, hidden.
The three golden retrievers looked left and right. This was the first time since they met Wang Zhen that they saw this guy being made speechless.
This is...
So fun!
Wang Zhen shrugged and decisively chose to shut up. Eating sea cucumbers in moderation after surgery was indeed beneficial to wound healing, and he would not argue with American doctors about traditional Chinese medicine.
Not to mention this thing in the United States, even in the place where it originated, we still can’t understand it.
Just like traditional Chinese culture, the theory of traditional Chinese medicine also has a lot of metaphysical flavor.
This is not unfair. What about the Great Returning Pill, the Little Returning Pill, the Marrow Cleansing Pill, the Jade Dew Pill, the Foundation Building Pill, the Gold Forming Pill...are they not metaphysical?
The key is that it sounds like the same thing.
Anyway, he would not bring random food to these two patients. These two guys could only eat the food provided by the hospital.
The doctor checked the condition of the two of them, informed them that an operation would be performed in the afternoon, and then left.
Wang Zhen was sitting on the sofa next to the hospital bed, peeling an apple in his hand. The others were chatting, but the golden retriever seemed a little absent-minded.
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