I want to be a warlord

Chapter 113 The Conflict Between Wangzhen and Cobham

Wang Zhen was silent for a while, and then asked: "Why do you need a blood transfusion if you can't be saved?"

"It's not for saving people, it's for us people, it's for comforting our emotions." The poet took another puff, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out with his feet, "There have been doctors more than once because of There are too many wounded, too busy to give up those wounded who have no hope of treatment to treat others, and then be injured by excited wounded comrades."

"Well, some were killed. You know, soldiers are generally irritable, especially those who have just come off the battlefield, and they still carry guns on them. This rule came into being later."

Wang Zhen was taken aback for a moment, this...a military doctor is quite dangerous, and he really can't do it if he doesn't have the guts.

but……

Wang Zhen thought for a while and asked again: "Why didn't Daryl arrange a regular hospital for us, but this kind of black clinic?"

"This is Iraq, there are terrorists everywhere, and there are countless attacks every day. Except for doctors from the Red Cross, no normal doctor would want to come here." The poet whispered: "The vast majority of doctors who come to work here They all committed crimes."

"No wonder that guy yelled louder than me just now, he doesn't look like a good person."

"Shajirat, push that guy who got shot in the ass." The male doctor's voice sounded again in the room.

Wang Zhen stood up quickly, wanting to see if he could help.

"Hey, you came just in time, push this guy out." The male doctor was washing the blood from his hands by the sink, and when he saw Wang Zhen coming in, he immediately shouted: "Push that ass in, Shajirat, change it for me." Clothes, and another set of surgical tools."

Wang Zhen hurriedly ran in, the shovel lying on the flat car, the shoulder wound had been stitched up, the technique was very rough, the wrist position was re-fixed by a plastic device, only a simple treatment was done.

"This hand..." Wang Zhen couldn't help asking.

"I can pick it up, but now my hand will be completely useless after I pick it up, do I need it?" The doctor said with a glance.

"What should I do?"

"You are Americans, go back to the United States and find a specialized orthopedic department for connection, you don't expect me to have those advanced instruments here?" The doctor didn't show any fear of the violent soldiers, and spoke very casually, "Hurry up , don't waste time, unless you want this guy's hands and the feet of the golden retriever outside to be completely necrotic!"

"Hurry up and push that ass in, get the warhead and go away!"

"Of course, it's okay to leave now. It's not a big problem if the bullet stays in the buttock for another day. It won't die."

"This..." Wang Zhen was at a loss for a moment, subconsciously lowered his head and asked, "Shovel, what do you think?"

"I sedated him and fell asleep. I'll give you 2 minutes to decide. Can't you find a medic for your team? I hate indecision." The doctor complained.

Wang Zhen didn't speak, and quickly pushed the shovel out to talk about the matter.

"Take care of the Golden Retriever's feet first, I'm fine, then go back to Baghdad immediately and let Daryl arrange the hospital." Donkey said.

Seeing this, Wang Zhen didn't ask what Golden Retriever meant, and pushed him into the operating room.

I didn't dare to look at it, and in about 15 minutes, the doctor pushed the golden retriever out, "The wound has been treated, it's a broken bone."

"Okay, how much is it?" Wang Zhen asked quickly.

"No, Saif has a monthly subscription with me." The doctor said with a smile, "I'll give you a suggestion, go back to the United States directly. If his foot is handled well, most of its functions can be restored."

Several people looked at each other and immediately said, "Let's go!"

"Hey, if America is too expensive, go to Cuba."

"Thank you!" Wang Zhen turned around and gave a thumbs up.

"Darryl, I'm Wang. The doctor here suggested that the golden retriever and the shovel go directly to the United States for treatment. We need a plane right now, right away!"

……

Baghdad.

The entrance of the hospital was brightly lit, and a Black Hawk landed on the parking lot. Wang Zhen opened the cabin door and jumped out. He immediately saw Darryl and several company security personnel waiting not far away.

The propellers stopped slowly, and several hospital medical staff came over pushing the flat cart.

Carefully lifted off the mule's stretcher. According to the doctor, the guy's injuries were not serious, except for a bullet in his buttocks, two broken ribs, and a few bruises and abrasions on his body.

Daryl came over, and the donkey looked up at Daryl coldly, "Where's that bastard at Cobham, why didn't he come, is he afraid that I'll kill him!"

"He arranged a private jet at the airport. When he came, he came in Mr. Maltz's private jet. If you want to send you back immediately, you can only take Mr. Maltz's private jet." Darryl whispered: "I'm sorry , I’m sorry, I didn’t send anyone to rescue you.”

"Okay, tell the bayonet about this." The donkey turned his head and closed his eyes.

The doctor pushed the donkey away with a flat cart, and Darryl walked to the side of the engine room. Wang Zhen stood motionless opposite him, just staring at Darryl.

"I want to see the bayonet," Darryl whispered.

Wang Zhen still didn't move.

"King, let him come here." The golden retriever shouted.

Only then did Wang Zhen get out of the way, and Daryl boarded the cabin, gently pulled the white cloth off the bayonet head, sighed for a long while, and sat down on the floor.

"Golden Retriever, your feet..." Darryl looked at the Golden Retriever and asked.

"The doctor said that if the treatment is good, a large part of the function can be restored." Jin Mao said.

"Where's the shovel?"

"He, his hand can't recover."

"It's nice to be retired..."

Raising his hand and rubbing his face hard, Darryl looked up at Wang Zhen and said, "Wang, come up, let's go to the airport and send them back."

"What about the donkey?" Wang Zhen asked with a frown.

"His injury is not a problem. After a few days of recuperation after the operation, he can fly by himself. You have to follow him to the United States. There are many things to deal with when the scythe team has such a big incident. The golden retriever is obviously unable to deal with it now. .”

Wang Zhen nodded.

Baghdad International Airport, the helicopter parked directly on the tarmac.

As soon as he got off the plane, Wang Zhen saw Cobham, and a fire burned straight from his chest to his head.

Without saying a word, he strode over and raised his hand to punch him.

Cobham didn't dodge either, and Wang Zhen just punched him on the left cheek.

"Are you relieved?"

"No!" Wang Zhen punched him again, but Cobham still didn't move.

When he was about to fight again, Darryl hugged him from behind.

"Let go!" Wang Zhen struggled hard.

"Damn, why didn't you save us, why!"

"We're fucking working for the company!"

"What were you doing while we were under attack and fighting for our lives?"

"You're fucking sleeping!"

"You son of a bitch!"

"I think you can understand, it can't be saved." Cobham raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, "If there is a way, I will not fail to save people."

"Fart, you just don't want to!" Wang Zhen had a grim expression, pointing at Cobham and yelling loudly: "The company takes the big money when it makes money, and you turn a fucking blind eye when something goes wrong. This is the imperial barrier, fuck you, the imperial barrier , I'll see who the hell will give you his life!"

"Let's talk about something after you calm down, OK?" Cobham sighed softly, "Now, send them back for treatment first."

Speaking of treatment, Wang Zhen stopped struggling and stared at Cobham fiercely, "The best hospital, the best treatment."

Cobham was silent for a moment before saying, "We will do our best."

"Fuck you, try your best!" Wang Zhen was furious when he heard this, and the leader's speech skills were perfunctory, "I can't cure them, I will kill you, I will kill you!"

"Can you fucking calm down, you look like a simple-minded young man who doesn't understand anything!" Cobham finally couldn't help feeling depressed, and he didn't feel well, "How can I save people? Is it the president of the United States? Just one word and someone will work hard for me!"

"If that's the case, I wouldn't stand here and let you bastard punch me twice!"

"All I can do is to maintain the balance as much as possible so that things don't get completely out of control!"

"How do I find a hospital for Bourne and the others? The company has company rules and regulations, and they must use insurance. The medical standards can only be followed by the insurance contract. Do you know how many people are injured in the Imperial Barrier every year?"

"Shouldn't every injured teammate in the future put a gun to my fucking head and let me provide them with better medical conditions."

Cobham walked up to Wang Zhen, put his face close and shouted loudly, "Tell me!"

"Then, we broke the convention, do you know how much impact it will have on the entire PMC pension rules?"

"Do you fucking think you can challenge the rules of the entire industry!"

Wang Zhen stared at Cobham, gritted his teeth, but couldn't say a word.

Cobham panted heavily and looked at Wang Zhen. After a long time, he let out a deep breath, adjusted his clothes, hairstyle, and his face became calm again, "Okay, take them to the plane Come on, don't waste time, the hospital has been found for you over there, and it is already the best that the company can coordinate."

"Huh..." Wang Zhen breathed out, "This matter is endless, and the company must give us an explanation."

After that, Wang Zhen shook his arm vigorously, and Darryl let him go.

On the helicopter side, the golden retriever and the shovel had been helped by the airport staff to get them down, including the body of the bayonet. Wang Zhen strode towards the poet's plane.

Darryl took two quick steps to catch up, "I have to say, everyone used to be a brother who went to the battlefield together. Cobham has tried his best. On the surface, there is only so much the company can do, but I heard that Cobham M to call Mr Maltz and Mr Maltz will come out and sort things out."

Wang Zhen didn't speak, and stopped when he walked under the private plane, "What I actually thought of was just..."

Said, Wang Zhen covered his face.

"I know, I know, you are a good guy, the golden retriever saw the right person." Darryl patted Wang Zhen on the back, "Don't be sad, there are medical personnel on the plane, you should sleep well, golden retriever They are all lying down, and there are still many things you need to do when you get there."

"I see, that's it." Wang Zhen rubbed his face and stepped onto the plane.

He has only been on an ordinary plane twice, let alone a private plane, and this is the first time he has seen it with his own eyes.

I just didn't expect that the first ride turned out to be in this situation.

(End of this chapter)