I want to be a warlord

Chapter 112 Rules of Military Doctors

"Darryl, I, Wang, we boarded the helicopter, and all of us were seriously injured. We need to find a hospital right away, at least for a blood transfusion!" Although Wang Zhen was in a hurry, he still spoke in a very orderly manner.

I have been with you for a few months. Although the time is short, the experience is really rich. It is true that we have gone through life and death together, and the relationship is excellent.

The bayonet is now lying on the floor of the Black Hawk cabin, with two serious injuries. Due to the bleeding, his mind is already a little unclear.

Wang Zhen didn't dare to look at the current state, not because he was afraid, but because he felt uncomfortable.

It hurts like a needle prick.

"Go to Bruce Town, I have already contacted Saif, there is a black clinic over there, which can perform simple surgical operations!" Although Darryl didn't know if Scythe Squad could break out, he was ready up.

"Telephone."

"No, fly directly there, the landing mark has been marked on the ground over there, Saif is waiting there, it's safe."

"Okay." Wang Zhen said something, and immediately hung up.

On the plane, other people saw the golden retriever's injuries. They wondered if there were too many serious injuries today. Everyone's faces were expressionless.

No one said anything, took off, Wang Zhen said the place, and the scarecrow flew over at the fastest speed.

The distance is only more than 30 kilometers, and the speed of the helicopter is only a few minutes.

But in just a few minutes, the bayonet was not breathing...

No matter how everyone called, the bayonet didn't respond. They just wrote two words with their hands on the cabin floor and went home.

Wang Zhen's heart was in a mess, he hated this feeling extremely, the feeling of loss, it reminded him of many bad memories.

The plane landed, and before it came to a complete stop, Wang Zhen jumped out as soon as he opened the cabin door, "Hurry up!"

The people waiting here also knew the situation. Regardless of the dust blown up by the propellers, a man and a woman rushed over pushing a flat medical cart.

The poet and Wang Zhen lifted the bayonet down, and the man helped, but looking down at the injury, the mandible was completely broken, the tongue was gone, the esophagus was clearly visible, the upper jaw and half of the nose were also broken, his face was pale, and there was blood It didn't flow much, but it was obvious that he had lost too much blood. He opened his eyelids with a flashlight and looked at it, and immediately frowned, "What blood type?"

The golden retriever hurriedly said loudly, and the man ordered without looking back: "Take him in for a blood transfusion immediately."

"Aren't you going?" Wang Zhen raised his head with a look of astonishment.

"Come down, let me see the injuries of the rest of you." The man said loudly.

"Save people first, the others are fine!" Wang Zhen shouted angrily with his eyes wide open. If he didn't have reason in his head, he would have drawn his gun.

"Shut up, I'm a doctor and you're a doctor!" Facing a group of bloody soldiers, this man had a stronger temper than Wang Zhen, pointing at Wang Zhen's nose and yelling loudly.

Wang Zhen was stunned by the yelling, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Listen to the doctor." The donkey yelled, it was not the first time he had experienced this kind of scene, and he understood what the doctor meant.

In this case, it is necessary to take a brief look at everyone's injuries, so as to plan the sequence of operations, so as to prevent too much time wasted in the front, and the people behind can't wait for treatment before dying.

People came down one after another, including the golden retriever who had injured his foot, and Wang Zhen was also supported.

At this moment, everyone had already taken off their bulletproof vests, and the doctor frowned when he saw Tie Shovel's injury, "Blood transfusion immediately, and the operation is performed. You guys also need blood transfusion, come in by yourself."

As he spoke, he put the shovel on the flat medical cart and ran towards the house. Seeing his anxiety, Wang Zhen turned his head and asked, "He, what does he mean?"

"The bayonet..." the donkey sighed, found a medical flatbed and lay down on his side.

Wang Zhen froze in place immediately, his lips trembling, he didn't want to believe it, but he felt that the donkey was right.

Gritting his teeth, Wang Zhen quickly pushed the donkey and ran towards the house, with the poet behind him pushing the golden retriever.

The house is small, a two-story building, the living room on the first floor is both a reception room and a bed room, the kitchen has been converted into a medical room and disinfection room, one of the bedrooms has been converted into an instrument room, and one has been converted into an operating room.

If you can do a simple CT, don't think about anything else.

As soon as he entered the door, Wang Zhen saw a blood transfusion bag hanging from a bayonet, and at the same time a nurse was cleaning the wound on his face, but the big male doctor with a peculiar voice was gone.

"This..." Wang Zhen looked down at the donkey, pointing there, with an anxious expression on his face, it looks like he's saving someone?
The donkey shook his head, "Come on, let's send the bayonet one last way."

Trembling, Wang Zhen pushed the donkey to the bedside. The nurse took a look at the people and stepped aside, "What blood type do you all have, tell me."

The golden retriever talked to the donkey, and the nurse turned and left.

The four were on both sides of the bayonet bed. The golden hair, the donkey, and the poet did not speak, but stretched out their arms to hold the bayonet.

Wang Zhen stood there helplessly, he still couldn't accept the fact that he had bandaged his thigh with a bayonet half an hour ago.

Why... how come it's gone...

Scenes echoed in his mind, the bayonet rushed out and used himself to attract firepower, creating opportunities for him to kill the enemy.

The figure of the bayonet rushing to the front line in every battle.

Every time the bayonet spoke, the angry donkey was furious.

The bayonet taught him how to use the shotgun in battle and how to better protect himself in CQB combat.

Scenes reverberated in his mind, Wang Zhen couldn't hear the sound outside at all, stood alone against the wall, staring at the four people beside the bed with dull eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks silently.

"I'm sorry, but he's gone now. I'm going to give you blood transfusions and clean up the wound." The female nurse appeared in front of several people again and whispered.

Several people let go, and the nurse covered the bayonet with a white cloth. Wang Zhen didn't recover until the white cloth completely covered the bayonet.

Bayonet, really dead.

Wang Zhen wiped away the tears from his face and looked at Jin Mao and Donkey, as if he was afraid that these two would also die.

The donkey also lost a lot of blood, its lips were white, its skin was shriveled, and it was not just a shot in the buttocks, but also bleeding from its chest.

A 7.62 machine gun bullet pierced the body armor, but the bullet got stuck inside the body armor and only a little bullet leaked out. There was a small blood hole in the donkey's chest, and there was a high probability that the rib was broken and the lung was injured, otherwise he would not vomit blood.

The nurse cut open the blood-soaked trousers after giving the donkey a blood transfusion. The fierce fighting caused the adhesive tape attached to the wound to split, and the blood hole was torn even bigger. The gel could not be completely blocked, and it was still bleeding slowly.

The nurse quickly finished washing the wound, checked it briefly, and applied a simple hemostatic bandage again. The chest also stopped after such a simple treatment.

"The injury is not serious. There will be no danger after the blood transfusion. It will be fine for the doctor to retrieve the bullet for you after the operation is completed."

After all, he turned to look at the golden retriever's injury.

First cut off the golden retriever's military boots, and when the wound was exposed, the nurse frowned and stopped moving, which made Wang Zhen's eyebrows twitch wildly.

After taking off the shoes, I saw that the golden retriever's heel was missing by at least 3 centimeters. After the tourniquet was applied, the bleeding did not stop much. The stubble of the white bone was exposed to the air, and it looked like a serious injury.

It hurt a bone.

The nurse loosened the tourniquet and began to stop the bleeding.

The hemostatic tie cannot be used for a long time, otherwise it will cause blood and flesh necrosis.

"Is it serious?" Wang Zhen leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"This bone is broken, and a large piece is missing now. You can ask the doctor for details." The nurse just said briefly.

Wang Zhen stood there blankly, his heart was throbbing, and the pain was severe.

After a hundred days of injury, it was still a broken bone. The missing piece, or the heel, Wang Zhen didn't even dare to think, wouldn't he be crippled from now on?
Why did it suddenly happen!

The golden retriever lay on the flat car, patted Wang Zhen lightly, and smiled, "It's fine."

Wang Zhen turned his head to look, the golden retriever's face was covered with sweat, and the muscles on his face were throbbing. It was obvious that cleaning the wound was very painful.

"It doesn't work here. Change to another hospital. When we arrive in Baghdad, the bones will definitely be able to be reattached." Wang Zhen gritted his teeth and said.

Half of this was said to the golden retriever, and half to himself.

"Yes, I will definitely be able to. If not, I will go back to the United States for treatment. The medical treatment in the United States is so advanced!"

"This fucking injury was caused by working hard for the company. The company must treat you!"

"Cobham dares not pay, I'll kill him!" Wang Zhen said, with veins on his face.

"Don't be so impulsive, it's not like you." Jin Mao said while grabbing Wang Zhen's hand.

"I...I'll go and see the shovel." Wang Zhen couldn't stay here any longer, he didn't dare to look at the golden retriever's feet, and he was even more worried about the shovel.

He quickly walked to the operating room, which was converted from a bedroom. It was really simple, with wooden doors and windows. Wang Zhen could see clearly from the window.

The shovel was lying on the operating table, and the wound on the left shoulder was propped open by something. The doctor was poking in with a long pair of tweezers, apparently picking up a warhead.

It was bloody, Wang Zhen took a look and then looked away.

There was a lot of blood on the battlefield, and he had killed people before, with a knife. He had never seen any disgusting and frightening corpses, but this happened to his comrades, so he couldn't stand it.

So uncomfortable.

The doctor's actions seemed quite rough. After taking out the warhead, he began to sew up the wound. After a few glances, Wang Zhen turned around and walked out of the house. He couldn't stay here any longer.

The poet also came out after Wang Zhen, took out a pack of cigarettes and handed Wang Zhen one.

Wang Zhen's hand holding the cigarette was trembling. This shouldn't happen to someone who is fighting with a gun. He lit it, took a deep breath, and coughed...cough...

Neither of them spoke, they were silent.

After smoking more than half of a cigarette, the poet suddenly said, "Military doctors, or doctors living in war-torn areas, have certain ways of handling things. When encountering wounded people who know they can't be saved, they will not give up if conditions permit." Instead, operations such as blood transfusion to stop bleeding will be performed.”

"Usually when we see this kind of situation, we know that people cannot be saved."

(End of this chapter)