War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 442 Gunshots in the Operating Room

"Will!"

"Victor!"

Wei Ran and Will recognized each other in no particular order.

"Why are you here?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.

"We were brought in to help"

When Will was speaking, he saw that Wei Ran had only a machete with a strange shape in his hand, and immediately handed over the carbine in his hand without thinking, "Take it!"

"No." Wei Ran pointed in the direction of the operating room, "I'm going to the operating room, so I shouldn't need weapons."

"wait for me a while"

Before Will finished speaking, he got into the tent where the devils had just left. After a while, he came out with a 1911 pistol with blood on it and a few magazines, "At least take this, and the other I'll arrange for two people to take you back."

"Then I'm welcome"

Wei Ran simply took the pistol, and after a little inspection, he put the magazines in the opponent's hand into his pocket, then pointed to Marshall who was still confused at his feet and said, "Let your people help me Carry it back."

Upon hearing this, Will immediately said to the two youngest-looking black soldiers beside him, "You two send Victor back. He is the veterinarian who was willing to help us on the day of landing."

"Has my name been passed on to you?" Wei Ran asked dumbfounded.

"Almost all black people know your name now"

Will said as he untied the kettle at his waist and handed it to Wei Ran, "This is the beer kettle you gave me that day, and I cleaned it."

"Thank you." Wei Ran took the kettle calmly, unscrewed the lid and took a long gulp.

"Okay, we're going to carry out the mission." Will said, waving his hands, and led the porters behind him to continue searching tent by tent.

Wei Ran pointed to Marshall at his feet, "Let's go too, he will trouble you."

Hearing these two young black soldiers, one of them, who looked stronger, immediately picked up Marshall, while the other raised his gun and walked in the front.

Wei Ran, who was following at the end, put away his machete without a trace, and looked around vigilantly with his gun raised.

With their mutual cooperation, they finally returned to the trench connected to the operating room without any danger.

In this short period of time, the operating room that had been bombed had been restored to its original function, but there was no time to remove the corpses of Nurse Jenny and the wounded man with the hemostatic forceps on the wound, and they were just randomly thrown in the aside.

Even beside their bodies, there were still many wounded waiting for treatment, and no one cared about the difference between black and white at this time, all the wounded who could be carried here were mixed together.

"Victor! I'm glad you're okay!" Dr. Harrison, whose head was wrapped in gauze, was immediately relieved when Wei Ran came back.

"How's the situation?" Wei Ran motioned to the two black soldiers behind him to put the dizzy Marshall on a stretcher, and at the same time asked the most concerned question.

"Casualties were high"

Dr. Harrison handed Wei Ran two medical kits while speaking, and continued to classify the wounded all over the floor while continuing to say, "Especially the medical staff, those lunatics seem to come here specifically for the hospital, almost every operating room They were all their targets, and a lot of our medical supplies were blown up. When we moved here before, it seemed that only me, you, and Brock survived in that truck."

"But there are more wounded." Wei Ran couldn't help but sighed.

"really."

Harrison pointed to the operating room that was already lit up not far away, "Victor, how about you take care of the black people? There are some wounded around."

"It doesn't matter"

While speaking, Wei Ran walked straight to the operating room that he was very familiar with, and the two black soldiers who had just carried Marshall back were also left behind by Dr. Harrison, who were responsible for carrying the black soldiers into the operating room. wounded.

In general, Harrison was considered fair enough, otherwise, the black wounded all over the ground might not be ranked until all the white wounded were rescued.

In the operating room filled with the smell of blood, Wei Ran glanced at the young doctor Brock who was treating the wounded alone on an operating table, and then walked silently to another simple operating table made of ammunition boxes.

Soon, a black wounded was brought up, and Wei Ran, without the help of nurse Jenny, also started to work in silence.

Brock, the doctor who was the first to call out Wei Ran's nickname in the transferred truck, looked up and glanced at Wei Ran, and a dull voice came out from the thick mask, "Veterinarian, I thought Jenny was here Just kidding, I didn't expect you to be so rough."

"It's fine if you can't die." Wei Ran responded at the same time, he had already pulled out the bullet stuck in the wound and threw it away, and then began to suture the main blood vessels.

"I have to admit, your speed is really fast." Bullock asked with great interest while busy working, "Can you tell me your secret?"

"I'm a veterinarian"

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already cut off the blood vessel sutures, and started to sew up the muscle tissue instead.

"So?" Brock asked inquisitively.

"Trained with animals"

"Don't be kidding." Bullock obviously didn't believe it, and at the same time secretly accelerated his movements.

However, when Wei Ran had already bandaged the wound and started calling for the next one, he had just sutured the muscles on his side.

After four or five wounded came down, the gap between the two was completely widened. After Brock, who made a mistake in his busy schedule, almost broke a blood vessel, he honestly gave up the idea of ​​comparison, and even occasionally, he would be honest. Politely ask Wei Ran to go over and help him.

As for whether the wounded lying on the operating table mind, not to mention that Wei Ran doesn't care, Brock doesn't care either, anyway, there are plenty of wounded outside, if you don't want to live, naturally there are other things you want to live.

However, seeing that there were fewer and fewer wounded outside, and a severely burned white wounded and a black wounded were brought in at the same time, Wei Ran was stunned.

He recognized at a glance that the white wounded man with massive burns on his back was none other than Gendarmerie Captain Sean, and the black wounded man was Will who had saved him and Marshall earlier.

Compared with Sean's injury, Will's injury appeared to be much less serious. A blood groove where the bones could be seen was opened by the bullet on his head, and a bayonet pierced through the muscle was stabbed on his thigh. Other than that, there were only a few burns on the hands.

"I need your help," Brock yelled, frowning.

"Harrison! Harrison!" Wei Ran yelled several times outside the operating room.

Within ten seconds, Harrison ran in with gauze in one hand and a pack of sulfa powder in the other, "What's wrong?"

"Choose one, either help Brock, or come and replace me."

Wei Ran said without raising his head, and at the same time he used surgical scissors to cut off the clothes around Will's wound and made preparations.

Harrison was stunned for a moment, and first walked to the side of the gendarmerie captain Xiao En for a look, then walked to the side of the black Will and took a look, hesitated for a second or two and then gave the obvious answer with difficulty, "Shaw Captain En is not only burned on his back, but his abdominal cavity is very likely... We don't have enough time and conditions to rescue him."

Sighing, Wei Ran threw away the medical equipment in his hand, "Harrison, help me push it up first, I'll go find someone. Bullock, at least let him live a little longer."

"Okay"

Harrison shook his head and took over Will's treatment, while Bullock hung up the plasma bottle for Sean without saying a word, trying hard to save the falling blood pressure, and at the same time pushed him an extra dose of morphine.

Quickly running out of the operating room, Wei Ran held up the flashlight and found Marshall who was smoking a cigar with Pastor Tom.

"Are you alright?" Wei Ran asked, frowning.

"It's okay, just a little dizzy." Marshall's voice was a little louder than usual, and at the same time he pointed to one ear and said, "The other ear doesn't seem to work."

"Cut out the cigar, Captain Sean is dying."

Wei Ran took the cigar out of the opponent's mouth and threw it away, "If he has faith, Tom will come here too, by the way, the wound on your butt?"

"Harrison has re-sewed it for me," said Tom hastily.

Marshall was silent for a moment, then staggered towards the operating room at an increasing speed, while Wei Ran, who was behind, supported Tom, whose butt was not flexible, and chased after him.

When he and Tom entered the slightly crowded operating room, they immediately smelled the unique smell of marijuana, and then saw Marshall sitting on a wooden box, holding a cigarette in his hand and approaching Sean's side Come on, you suck and I suck.

Seeing that Wei Ran came back, Bullock tacitly gave Sean the operating table to the former, and at the same time whispered into Wei Ran's ear, "Sean has several bullet wounds through his abdomen, even if the burns on his back are not considered, His abdominal cavity has also been."

"I see." Wei Ran sighed, silently picked up a shot of morphine and pushed it into the burnt pitch-black skin.

"Victor, save Sean"

At this time, Marshall had long since lost the stingy look he had before, and the pleading in his eyes seemed to overflow with tears, "He is my last Texas friend, and he is even the boss of our gang. Victor, help him?"

"Sorry, I... I may not be able to save him." Wei Ran glanced at Sean's abdomen incision that had been stitched up, and he already knew the ending.

But what's ridiculous is that everything in front of us is similar to what happened on the day of landing. The only difference is that Marshall didn't point a gun at himself this time.

Hearing this, an ugly smile appeared on the corner of Sean's mouth, he raised his blistered hand with difficulty, clenched his fist into a fist, and stretched it out towards Marshall. After the other party touched him lightly, he said with difficulty, " Don't blame. The veterinarian should save who should be abandoned. The military police don't count. The gang doesn't count. The skin color doesn't count. The doctor counts.

Marshall, Marshall, just treat me as atonement for the fire I set, thank you, thank you for carrying the murder charge for me, and"

"Stop it, stop it! I say stop it!" Marshall yelled now like a panicked child.

"Also. Let go of those stupid prejudices. You see, my skin is also dark."

Sean raised his finger with difficulty and pointed to another black Will who was watching him on the operating table, "It's him. He helped me extinguish the fire on my body, and carried me back so that I could have a chance to chat with you." .

Marshall, get out my pistol, don't let me die on the operating table, it really, really hurts."

Hearing this, Marshall looked at Wei Ran as if asking for help, but the answer the latter could give him was just shaking his head helplessly.

Looking at Sean with a difficult smile on his face again, Marshall tremblingly opened the scorched black cowhide holster on Sean's waist, and took out a 1911 pistol made by the US military from it.

"Sean, is there anything you want to ask God to forgive?"

Tom, who stood on the side from the beginning to the end, spoke and put the blood-stained bible inlaid with bullets on the opponent's chest.

"May God. Forgive and. Bless Marshall. That's all"

Sean showed a difficult smile again, letting the dark red blood overflow from the corner of his mouth, and said vaguely, "Marshall, it's up to you to help... help me."

Trembling, Marshall raised the pistol and lightly pressed it to Sean's forehead. A moment later, in the operating room filled with marijuana, blood and burnt smell, there was a desperate gunshot, and Tom's almost raving prayers.

(End of this chapter)