"The energy cannonball directly hit his arm. You know the power of that thing. Even with the protection of the power mecha, his arm could not be saved." While writing the case record, a doctor in a white coat said,
He opened his mouth and sighed.
This was a case of a patient he had just treated. When the patient was delivered, one of his arms was bloody and bloody, and he couldn't keep it at all.
Even the bones of this arm were broken and embedded in the flesh, like irregular shrapnel.
Without thinking, the doctors used tools to cut off the man's arm and threw the remaining pile of minced meat into the medical trash can.
This is the field hospital. They must use the minimum loss plan as quickly as possible to make a choice for each wounded person.
Another doctor sighed and talked about the patient: "Thanks to our soul technology and puppet prosthetics, his life will not be affected at all. Amputation is a good choice."
Soul technology and puppet prosthetics can help the wounded return to life as much as possible. With advanced prostheses, many soldiers can even stay on the battlefield and continue fighting the enemy.
However, no matter how useful a prosthetic limb is, it is still a prosthetic limb after all. It can never replace a person's own arm or thigh, so no matter how they develop, they cannot make up for people's regret of losing limbs.
At this time, a doctor walked into the room with a tired look on his face. He walked to his seat, casually threw the ward round notebook on the table, and then collapsed on his rotating table as if exhausted.
On the chair.
He straightened his legs and faced the ceiling feebly, his whole person exuding a strong aura of decadence.
There is no way. Anyone who works overtime for two days in a row, performs various surgeries and takes care of more than 200 patients without the incredible tools provided by the system will be as tired as a dead dog.
The doctor who came in later, when everyone thought he would not speak again, suddenly let out a long snort and said as if he was struggling: "The patient in bed No. 9 has woken up... He still has some consciousness.
I don’t know, but I’m much better than before I took the sedative yesterday.”
"The guy in bed 31... took seven sleeping pills before he fell asleep... told the nurse in the duty room that the dose couldn't be increased... he wouldn't be able to wake up if he added more." There was a slight pause.
, and didn’t hear anyone else talk to him, so he just kept talking to himself.
This time, a doctor finally spoke up and said, "I know, buddy, isn't he suffering from battlefield syndrome and unable to sleep? For him, being able to sleep to death would be happier than living...
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The doctors in the room are the backbone of this field hospital. As the war continues, their workload has reached a huge level.
They have to deal with tens of thousands of injured people every day, and only have one day off every five days on average. They are no different from animals.
Therefore, most of the time, the office is eerily quiet, and no one is willing to speak, because all their energy is spent on ward rounds, surgeries, wound treatment and other issues.
Being able to crawl back here and lie down on the chair for a while is already the happiest thing for them. So they are too lazy to talk or do any unnecessary things.
"He is also a poor guy." Hearing the echo from a colleague, the doctor who was just writing case notes also sighed with emotion.
As soon as he finished speaking, a nurse rushed in and shouted: "Doctor! Another car has been sent! There is a seriously injured person! The situation is very dangerous."
Without speaking, several doctors stood up from their positions one after another, rubbed their faces with their hands, and then took steps towards the door.
"Did you have a blood transfusion?" As they walked, the leading doctor asked the nurse leading the way: "Do you have the basic treatment for frontline medical soldiers?"
"Blood transfusion...but the situation is not optimistic, the injury is too serious...the medical staff's treatment is also very messy. It is initially suspected that there is internal bleeding and organ damage..." the nurse answered as she walked forward.
In the corridor, a second lieutenant officer saw several doctors passing by in a hurry. He immediately jumped up, rushed to the doctor, and begged: "Doctor...doctor! Save this soldier! He is a good person,
He threw down his comrade, but was hit himself!"
"We will try our best!" Without stopping, a doctor comforted him casually and prepared to continue to the operating room.
"If he dies, I will fight with you! Bastard! I'm not asking you to try your best, I'm asking you to save him!" Another soldier covered in blood desperately tried to pounce on him, but was killed by the field warrior.
The guards inside the hospital stopped him.
The guard with the armband frowned and pushed the soldier to the wall: "Calm down! Soldier! This is a field hospital! This is not a place for you to act wild! Back off! Back off!"
As he spoke, he even touched the stun gun on his waist. In a field hospital specially prepared for soldiers who saw blood, it would be impossible to calm down the situation without being fierce.
The leading doctor stopped and comforted: "We understand your mood very well, and we will do our best to treat every soldier sent here! Please don't worry!"
"He saved me! He did this to save me!" The soldier didn't have the guts to do anything to the guards in the field hospital, but even though he was pressed against the wall, he still shouted loudly.
The first doctor continued: "I understand! I understand! We will try our best to make him get better."
"Thank you! Thank you! We must save him, we must..." As he spoke, the soldier who had been very impulsive and arrogant just now had tears streaming down his face.
There was blood on his body, whether it was his own or that of his comrades. There was also a commemorative medal for stationing Higgs 3 on the digital camouflage military uniform.
This means that he is a warrior, a true warrior who fought hard against the enemy for more than three months on the surface of Higgs 3.
Looking at the doctors and nurses walking away, the second lieutenant smiled and made a harmless gesture to the hospital guard who was waiting for him. The guard did not continue to embarrass the second lieutenant's soldiers, and finally let go of his hand.
The soldier who had just been pressed against the wall looked uneasily at the end of the corridor, looking at the pools of dried blood on the stone floor of the corridor.
He didn't know what to do. He squatted back in the corner in a daze, hugging his helmet, as if his whole soul had been sucked away.
The second lieutenant walked up to him and put his hand on his shoulder. After considering it for a moment, he comforted him: "It'll be okay... don't worry."
The lights in the operating room turned on, as red as blood.