"John, are you okay?" After Yu Zhiqian and the others entered the hospital, they saw John lying on the bed with gauze wrapped around his arm, looking a little weak.
After seeing Yu Zhiqian and others arriving, John immediately became excited: "Boss, if I get shot again in the future, please come and get the warhead for me. I won't come to the hospital!"
"What's wrong?"
"The doctors in this hospital actually removed the warhead for me without anesthesia!" John was very excited after he finished speaking. After Yu Zhiqian heard this, he was also stunned for a moment. He did not expect such a sexy operation and immediately looked at the nurse beside him.
Yu Zhiqian had just finished killing someone. Although he took a shower and changed his clothes, the murderous aura on his body could not be washed away. When the nurse saw Yu Zhiqian looking at her, she felt a chill on her back and waved her hands in panic: " No, it’s because the anesthetic is gone, so there’s no need for anesthetic!”
"This is a hospital, why don't you have anesthetics?"
"It's really gone. It's used up and the goods haven't arrived yet!"
"Damn it!"
Yu Zhiqian stared at the nurse fiercely, and the nurse was so frightened that she ran out of the ward. Yu Zhiqian walked up to John and asked, "How was the operation?"
"I feel nothing except pain. Damn it, I think I need to bring some anesthetic myself when I go to the hospital in the future!" After saying that, John let out a long sigh of relief. It really hurt.
It is normal for hospitals in Africa to not have anesthetics. For medical conditions in Africa, many things are not available and they can only rely on imports. Although anesthetics are very cheap, they are not low in Africa. Generally, hospitals do not have many preparations. John was unlucky. The hospital ran out of anesthesia and new supplies had not yet arrived.
"It's good that everyone is fine, but it looks like we need a doctor!" When he said this, Yu Zhiqian thought of the woman named Maya. Although that woman was very mentally retarded, Yu Zhiqian learned about the situation later and found that this guy's medical skills were still good. good.
"Peter, we are recruiting people, have you found anyone?"
"Yes, but they are all inexperienced people. I didn't let them come to work. I'm waiting for you, boss, to come back and make a decision!"
"OK, but it's a special time for now. Let them come over and have a look after a while. By the way, do you know any military doctors? I think we need a military doctor now!"
"I'll think about it!"
After thinking for a while, Peter nodded: "Boss, when you say that, I really think of a person, but he is a bit older like me! I don't know if he is still alive. By the way, he is still alive." He is wanted, but this warrant is basically useless after twenty years!"
"you know?"
"Yes, when I was serving in the army, I had a comrade who was an army doctor. He was very capable in battlefield first aid and he was also a surgeon. He was in Cape Town. I heard from my former friends some time ago that he seemed to Opened a private clinic!”
"OK, take me over to have a look later. It's best if you can hire someone!"
Yu Zhiqian and the others really need a military doctor now. Otherwise, after Yu Zhiqian and others are injured, they will not be able to receive treatment immediately, and some injuries will be treated in the hospital, which is very troublesome.
If John's arm was injured like this, if someone investigated, it would be because the firearm discharged, but what if he was shot in the chest? If the South African police intervened in the investigation at this time, it would be very troublesome.
"Boss, I also have a comrade who is a good commando. I learned about him some time ago. He is an illegal mercenary in the Middle East. I think his ability can also join our company!"
John was lying on the bed and said something very weakly. After hearing this, Yu Zhiqian's eyes lit up: "Who do you know? Is he reliable?"
"Reliable. We are both SAS soldiers, but he retired a little later than me. Later, when he was in Iraq, he injured his leg. Now he can walk a little, a little..."
Yu Zhiqian glanced at John: "You're a little lame when you walk, right? Well, it doesn't matter. We already have you guys anyway. I think it's okay to have one more lame person. Anyway, our team is old, weak, sick and disabled!"
"The old, the weak, the sick and the disabled?"
Peter and John were stunned for a moment.
"Yes, Peter, you are the oldest, Robert is the weakest, and John Fingers, you can apply for level 8 or 9 disability. Isn't it the old, the weak, the sick? Oh, the disease is Raman. I think this old man must have some disease. , maybe Alzheimer’s disease too!”
"Boss, I think it's not a good habit for you to speak ill of people behind their backs!"
Just after Yu Zhiqian finished speaking, Raman's voice came from behind. Yu Zhiqian turned his head and looked at Raman: "Why are you here?"
"Why can't you come over? It's my off-duty time now, boss. I'm here to see my friends and my girlfriend by the way!" After saying that, Raman put the fruit he brought on John's cabinet. : “How are you feeling, man?”
"Not bad, I can't die!"
"As long as you don't die! Boss, I went to see my girlfriend. Liz wanted to eat curry, so I prepared a curry for her!" After finishing speaking, Raman smiled and left the ward immediately.
Yu Zhiqian and Pete looked at each other: "Do you remember that Raman can cook?"
"I don't know. At the party last night, Raman just brought a bottle of wine!"
"Then he just brought curry!"
"Maybe he can cook!"
"Damn it, Raman will have another job in the future, which is to cook for us. I'm fed up with little Robert's cooking skills!"
"I agree!"
As a single person, I really hate the way Raman shows affection, and he is still an old man in his sixties. It is totally unreasonable that an old man and a girl under thirty years old actually get together.
It doesn’t matter if the old man is rich. Raman is just a doorman and is paid by Yu Zhigan. Yu Zhigan is single now. Raman plays music every night. Who knows if this old man’s body can bear it? Could he be the South African version of concierge Qin? uncle?
"Boss, I'm fine, but I want to be discharged from the hospital now!"
John, who was lying on the hospital bed and enjoying the service of Little Robert, suddenly said something. Yu Zhiqian and others were stunned for a moment and looked at John: "Don't worry, you are a work-related injury, the company will reimburse you, and you still have insurance. It’s not a big problem!”
"Boss, I just think the smell of this hospital is a bit unpleasant. I think I can just go back and bring some medicine with me!"
"Okay, but you can stay in the hospital for two days now, and then we can observe and confirm that you have no problems. How about that?"
"Do you want to stay for two more days? I think I'm strong enough to kill a cow, really!" John protested again. All people who have been soldiers or have been on the battlefield have a common problem, that is
Very resistant to hospitals.
I don't know why, but in the eyes of those who have been on the battlefield, hospitals are synonymous with death, because few of the comrades who were sent to the hospital can come out intact again, so the hospital will not come if they can.
