Claude opened his eyes, and what he saw was a gabled gray roof, with a few yellowed wheat straws hanging in the air between the beams. This was a room with only four sheets.
A small cabin with a wooden bed and a small square table. The wooden bed is covered with dirty yellow linen sheets. There are many tubes of medicine on the small square table in the corner. Some medicine tubes are empty and some are full. This should be a military camp.
It's the treatment center where the medical team is located.
My whole body ached, my chest was tight and I felt like I couldn't breathe. When I moved a little, I felt that no matter which part of my body it was, my bones were in severe pain. Claude reluctantly stretched out his hand to pull the hand hanging from the head of the bed.
Ringing the bell rope, I soon heard the crisp "ding dong ding dong" ringing sound coming from outside the wooden house.
Footsteps came and stopped outside the door. With a creak, the wooden door was opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a white robe and a military uniform walked in hurriedly. He should be a pharmacist. He saw Claude looking with his eyes open.
Looking at him, the middle-aged pharmacist nodded expressionlessly: "You're awake, how do you feel?"
Claude looked at him for a while, then opened his mouth and said, "My whole body hurts..."
"It's normal. The internal organs are hit and shaken, which affects the whole body. Of course, you will feel pain everywhere on your body. I have already checked for you. The bones are fine. There are just some minor bone cracks in a few places. Drink some healing medicine and wrap them up.
The plaster will last five or six days and you can get out of bed and jump around." The middle-aged pharmacist didn't care about Claude's injuries at all: "Compared to you, those injured by you are unlucky. If
If the treatment is not good, they are likely to retire due to injuries and disabilities."
Claude reluctantly said: "I don't think I'm that powerful. I'm the one who gets beaten all the time. It's impossible for them to retire due to injuries..."
"That's none of my business." The middle-aged pharmacist remained expressionless: "My duty is to help you recover from your injuries. As for whether you hit someone seriously, whether you injured or disabled someone, or directly beat someone.
It's none of my business to die, that's up to the gendarmerie."
"But I admire your achievements very much," the middle-aged pharmacist began to fiddle with some medicine tubes placed on the small square table in the corner, and said while configuring the medicine: "Six veterans, you sent them all to me by yourself.
This is where the treatment comes from. Even though you have come in, you are still glorious despite defeat..."
Claude couldn't tell whether what the middle-aged pharmacist said was sarcastic. He just tried his best to recall the process of the fight, and finally shook his head: "I'm not as glorious as you said. I have forgotten it. I only remember that it was
I'm being beaten, nothing's wrong with them..."
The middle-aged pharmacist stopped what he was doing: "Are they okay? Ha..., Corporal Enge, both hands and wrists were broken. In the next three months, he will eat, drink, and have diarrhea all by others. If the treatment is not effective, he will
These hands are useless, and I can only retire with a disability. Sergeant Jim, his internal organs were shaken, and three of his ribs were broken. You only have to lie down for five or six days, and he will need at least half a month. Sergeant Luton was beaten by you
The worst thing is that when four people beat you, you just grabbed him and beat him hard. He suffered a concussion, a cracked sternum, and a broken right hand. He still hasn’t woken up and has been in a coma..."
The middle-aged pharmacist said: "Of course, the most unlucky one is Corporal Wembley. He was not injured at first, but at the last moment you caught him for some reason. You took a big bite off his neck. Fortunately, you
It didn't bite his aorta, otherwise he wouldn't have to be sent to me. He could be cremated and put in a jar and go home. I still don't know what the outcome of his treatment will be. Maybe he will just
He tilted his head and had to retire due to this injury.
The other two are minor injuries. Sergeant Bassek was hit on the bridge of his nose by you with a head drop, and his nose was broken. Corporal Federson's calf bone was kicked hard by you, and he is now limping with a brace.
Yes. I really don’t understand. It’s just the first time you’ve met, and you don’t have any deep hatred. Why are you fighting like life and death enemies, using such brutal tactics? You’ve just entered the camp, and you’re not on the battlefield.
, they are not your enemies either..."
Claude could only smile helplessly: "I'm sorry, I don't want to be like this. I was just waiting in line to eat. They provoked me first, so I can only defend myself. You can't let me not fight back and let them fight. As for the end, I have already
I was so blinded by them that I forgot everything I did and couldn’t remember anything.”
The middle-aged pharmacist looked at Claude: "You don't need to argue with me. You can talk to the military judge about these things. I can only blame the six of them on their bad luck. They are veterans and got mixed up in the military camp.
After four or five years of fighting, you naturally know the severity of your attacks. But you are a new recruit, and your attacks are not measured. You only know how to hit the vital points, and even your teeth are used for them. Now everyone in the military camp is laughing at their bad luck.
You have become a ruthless character. You know, now you are nicknamed Bloodthirsty."
After thinking about it carefully, Claude realized that the middle-aged pharmacist was right. When he fought with those veterans, those veterans were attacking the fleshy and thick-skinned parts of the body, which are less likely to cause injury or disability.
, the beating was very painful, but it was more of a humiliation.
But maybe because I was used to life-and-death fights with those Black Snake Association bastards in White Deer Town, I almost always greeted the opponent's vital parts. Fortunately, those veterans had rich fighting experience and were not killed by me on the spot. So.
Later, I was blinded and even my teeth were used. No matter what, I took one bite first.
Claude didn't care whether he was nicknamed Bloodthirsty or not. Only speaking forcefully in the military camp had weight. The most despised thing in soldiers was cowardice. Maybe after this fight, his life in the army would be easier.
Generally, no one will mess with him unless he can definitely withstand his own counterattack.
"Lift your head a little and drink this tube of medicine." The middle-aged pharmacist walked to the bedside with a tube of prepared medicine: "Yesterday I used a blowpipe to blow the medicine into your stomach, and most of it was wasted.
Outside. Now that you are awake, you can drink it by yourself. It is estimated that your injuries will be easier in the evening and you will not feel so painful all over your body. You can sit up and drink some porridge."
The room was very bright, and it should be broad daylight outside. Claude managed to raise his head, but his arms were really weak, so he could only let the middle-aged pharmacist bring the medicine tube to his mouth, and then grunted.
He swallowed all the bitter and astringent medicine into his stomach.
"How long have I been unconscious?" Claude asked.
"It's been almost a day, and it's now three o'clock in the afternoon. You were delivered here at six-twenty yesterday evening. We were all shocked at that time. You looked so miserable, as if you had been raped by eighteen big men.
It was a normal torture. After examination, apart from flesh wounds and minor bone fractures, there was nothing wrong with it. The only thing that was a little more serious was the vibration of the internal organs."
The middle-aged pharmacist ignored Claude's eyes and continued: "Then those six unlucky guys were also sent over. They seemed to be fine, but as soon as they were checked, they were sent to the treatment room almost immediately. If it had been a little longer,
I was even worried that we would belch on the spot, and then we would be charged with unfavorable treatment..."
Claude closed his eyes and pretended that he didn't hear anything. After all, the more serious the middle-aged pharmacist said the injuries of the six veterans, the more worried he became. No matter how justified he was, he had caused such a serious injury.
The consequences were beyond his expectation, but he didn't know how the superiors would punish him and the six veterans.
"Okay, take a rest and have a good sleep. I'll change your dressing at night and feed you a bowl of porridge. If you feel something is wrong with your body, just pull the bell rope." After finishing speaking,
The middle-aged pharmacist went out.
Perhaps the potion he drank just now had sleeping ingredients. Claude only lay there for a while before feeling sleepy and fell asleep quickly.
When he woke up again, an oil lamp had been lit in the wooden house. Claude found that there were three more people in the room. One was the middle-aged pharmacist from the afternoon, and the other should be his assistant, who was also wearing a military uniform.
The man in the white robe, who looked to be in his twenties, was a medical soldier. There was also a lieutenant officer, holding a black briefcase in his hand, standing there quietly, like a piece of ice, exuding a warning that no one should approach him.
breath.
"I knew you would wake up at this time." The middle-aged pharmacist said proudly, obviously showing off the timeliness of the tube of medicine he prepared in the afternoon: "How do you feel?"
Claude took two big breaths: "I seem to feel much more relaxed, and my chest is not so tight. There is still some pain in the bones all over my body, but it feels better than in the afternoon, and I can bear the pain..."
The middle-aged pharmacist nodded, as I expected: "Bell, go help him, and then go to the kitchen to get his sick meal."
Sure enough, the young medical soldier came here to take care of him. He picked up a long-necked wooden jar from under the bed, lifted the thin blanket covering Claude, and pulled Claude off without hesitation.
Underwear, and then blew a long whistle in front of Claude, the middle-aged pharmacist and the cold lieutenant officer: "Big guy..."
While Claude was looking at him with shame and anger, the young medical soldier named Bell picked up Claude's big member, stuffed it into the long-necked wooden jar, and then smiled at Claude: "
Don't be impatient, man. I've seen you a lot. After a few years in the military camp, you will be able to take off your clothes in front of everyone without feeling embarrassed at all, and take a shower in broad daylight. And you are like this
This guy is very important and deserves to be shown off in front of everyone. I am so envious of those earthworms..."
Claude couldn't move now and had no choice but to let others do what he wanted. He couldn't do anything because of his nervousness and shame. So the medical soldier named Bell whistled "Shhhhh" in an empathetic manner.
The sound was really effective. After a while, the middle-aged pharmacist couldn't stand it anymore. He cursed, "Fuck, I just had a bowel movement and I need to pee again..."
As the middle-aged pharmacist went out, the cold lieutenant officer seemed a little unbearable and followed him out. Then in the sound of Bell's triumphant whistle, Claude drained a thousand miles and drank more than half of the can.
complete.
After pulling up Claude's underwear and covering him with a blanket, Bell said, "Man, lie down and I'll bring you some porridge."
After saying that, he took the long-necked wooden jar and walked out.
Claude's mind went blank. When he saw Bell opening the door and leaving, he reacted and shouted: "Remember to wash your hands first and then help me bring the porridge..."
Bell stumbled at the door and quickly held on to the door handle to avoid spilling the urine in the long-necked wooden jar on the ground.
"I know, I'll wash my hands after pouring this, and then I'll serve you porridge..."
After Bell left for a while, the middle-aged pharmacist and the cold lieutenant officer returned to the room one after another. Even though they were both going for a convenience, they seemed to have nothing to say and both entered the room with straight faces.
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The middle-aged pharmacist came to Claude's side, asked Claude to open his mouth, stuck out his tongue, checked his teeth, and asked several questions. It seemed that Claude was recovering well and was awake, so he turned to
The cold lieutenant officer nodded, indicating that he could come forward to talk to Claude, and he retreated to the small square table in the corner, and fiddled with the medicine tubes on the table.
The cold lieutenant officer walked to Claude's bedside and asked questions knowingly but had no choice but to do so. This was the procedure: "Are you Claude Field?"
"It's me." Claude replied.
"I am the military judge, Lieutenant Brickland Hesdri, and I have been ordered to investigate this fight in the cafeteria." said the cold lieutenant officer.