In the operating room, several doctors, anesthesia robots, and two assistant nurses were already busy.
Compared to the operating room of a regular hospital, it doesn’t look so clean, because there are still blood on the ground, and blood cannot be wiped clean.
After cutting the wounded's skin, a stream of blood gushed out. If the blood transfusion had not started, the person might have died long ago.
"Clean!" The doctor who raised his hands frowned and ordered the assistant beside him.
Soon, an assistant doctor probed the instrument and cleaned the blood in the abdominal cavity.
He stretched out his hand to the nurse, and the doctor continued to order without raising his head: "Hemostatic forceps... This guy's internal organs were damaged... It's really a mess."
While reaching out, he didn't forget to complain about it. In his opinion, it was a miracle that this person could live to this day.
A doctor next to him said while helping, "It seems that it has been modified, but it is a very primitive technology..."
They have seen too many transformed warriors, and some places have been strengthened, and they will obviously be stronger than others during the battle.
Such strengthening can also help them save their lives at critical moments. After all, having a strong body can persist for a while when injured.
The chief doctor handed the instrument in his hand to the assistant, shook his blood-stained hands, and asked, "Are the cloned organs ready? Transplant directly... He may not be able to wait for that long."
Since the Iran Hill Empire began cloning research, there has been no problem with the organs and plasma reserves.
Although this kind of thing is quite cruel, it is true that cloning technology has saved thousands of cloned soldiers and millions of natural person warriors.
Seeing a puppet robot delivering a container containing internal organs, an assistant doctor turned on the switch of the container and let the air conditioner inside spread, and said, "He is lucky to meet us. If he is delayed for some time, he may be cold."
He really didn't exaggerate it because they are indeed doctors with very practical experience. They have to deal with dozens or hundreds of seriously injured people here every day, and their experience is tens of millions of times higher than that of doctors in the hospitals in the rear.
The doctors here may have more arms sawed off every day than elbows in the slaughterhouse. On the hospital beds here, there are countless poor people with few arms and legs, and a batch of new ones will come every day.
This place is not much easier than the battlefield. Every day when you open your eyes, you have to save one wounded person after another. Every doctor here has a strong heart so that they can persevere until now.
The doctor in charge entered the state again at this time, lowered his head and said to his assistant: "Be careful about the blood vessels... don't mess around... Yes, hook it! Don't move!"
"Suck it! Keep your vision! Check the side to see if there is any bleeding wound! Don't miss it." The blood in the abdomen began to increase gradually, and he finally raised his head and said instructing.
While the assistants were processing the blood, the doctor in charge looked at the anesthesia robot: "Is the heart rate of the injured... still normal?"
"Normal! The anesthesia is also normal. His breathing is stable and his pulse has not changed much." The robot replied in a normal manner.
After taking a look at the monitor, the doctor finally let down some heart: "The heart condition is pretty good, which may be the main reason why he has persisted until now. He is very young, so he can hold on for so long."
"Yes, he is very young, so we should save him more." An assistant said without raising his head while busy.
"Have the plasma arrived?" Another assistant looked at the robot next to him and asked.
Without thinking, the robot answered: "The quantity is enough..."
"Keep the blood transfusion...continue to remove the damaged organs...it is mainly the small intestine, and his intestine is penetrated by this stone." Looking at the abdominal cavity of the wounded man, who was like a battlefield, the doctor led by the head continued his work.
He pinched out a stone from the injured person's body and threw it into the tray beside him, making a crisp sound.
When he used tweezers to pick up a cut small intestine, the assistant doctor looked at the stones in the tray and asked, "Shouldn't there be mecha protection? How could a stone penetrate the stomach?"
"It may be that the mecha was damaged, or it may be something else. What? Do you want to know his stupid injury process?" the doctor in charge asked disapprovingly.
"He just asked curiously. I've done this on his arm! He can be sutured. He's lucky. The injury to his left arm is fine, so there's no need to amputate it." Another busy doctor also finished his work and raised his head and said.
"Do you want to see there...in case..." At this time, the doctor who was very interested in how the injured person was penetrated by a stone suddenly asked.
In fact, he asked this, not for anything else, but for teasing the two female nurses in the operating room.
Just as he was full of accomplishment about his problems, a female nurse snorted and broke his pride: "It's still here, I've checked it. It looks quite normal, without any wounds..."
In an instant, the assistant who was just about to be proud was stunned by the fierce female nurses.
There is no way. If you work in this place where wounded soldiers are everywhere, any female nurse will become tough. They will rush in a car with a speed of 500 per hour every day, and they don’t care about any sensitive words of dirty jokes.
What scenes have they never seen? What kind of wounded people have never served? These nurses even knew that among the wounded people lying in the wards next door, there were those who had broken incense.
This is war. Apart from the extremely brilliant results and the refreshing and profitable things that look down on the world, the corners are full of dirty and dilapidated wars.
Every moment, people die humbly, but people can only remember those heroes and villains. There is no way, this is war, a war that makes people want to curse.
"It can be stitched...he... survived." Finally, when the atmosphere began to become a little depressed, the doctor in charge raised his hands and let the blood on his fingers flow down the back of his hand to his elbow: "It's quite successful."
"Hu..." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then their faces were naturally unnatural, and they all showed a hint of tired smile.