I want to be a warlord

Chapter 114 Diagnosis Results of the Golden Retriever Shovel Returning to the United States
Everyone had nothing to say along the way.

On the plane, the medical staff arranged by Cobham were taking care of the shovel and the golden retriever, including the various small wounds and contusions on Wang Zhen and the poet, all of which were debrided and bandaged on the plane.

The private jet really opened Wang Zhen's eyes, as well as the bathroom. The two of them cleaned it and changed into a set of clothes that Cobham helped prepare. The original combat uniforms, including the body armor, were lost.

Body armor inserts also have a lifespan. Generally, if they withstand more than 4 bullets in the same area, the bulletproof effect will be greatly reduced. Such damaged body armor would not dare to be worn on the battlefield.

Otherwise, this kind of special operations team has a high operational cost, earning a lot and spending a lot.

There were special personnel on the plane to take care of the two wounded, so Wang Zhen and the poet stopped making trouble, put down their seats, lay there and began to sleep.

Tired and dazed, but Wang Zhen couldn't fall asleep, his mind kept thinking about what happened today, including Darryl, including Cobham.

The bayonet was dead, the shovel was seriously injured and retired, and the golden retriever didn't know if he could go to the battlefield again. There were only three people left in the scythe team.

If the golden retriever can't go to the battlefield, then the scythe team will be completely useless.

Don't look at Wang Zhen making most of the decisions of Scythe Squad in recent months, as if Golden Retriever didn't do anything, but in fact, the core of Scythe Squad is still Golden Retriever.

With the golden retriever standing behind Wang Zhen, Wang Zhen could talk to Darryl and Cobham head-on.

With Darryl's guarantee, John of the CIA would choose to trust Wang Zhen.

Only if John came forward to coordinate, the Iraqi government would have a contract to give the scythe team, and the Adan Abboud family would surrender.

Without a golden retriever, why would the second in command of the CIA's Iraqi branch trust a Chinese? Is it true that John can't find a partner?

Without the Golden Retriever, it would be impossible for Wang Zhen to enter the Imperial Barrier, let alone have a face-to-face discussion with Darryl and Cobham. Couldn't they recruit American soldiers?
Find you a Chinese who is destined to be trouble?
Yes, it’s troublesome. The PMC industry is special. Companies must consider issues of race and nationality. A group of hot-tempered soldiers with guns in their hands is not an ordinary company. You punch me twice, and I punch you twice.

It was luck that Guo Jingyun was able to walk out of the company in Switzerland alive.

The future is gloomy.

……

"Sir, wake up, we have arrived at Guaradea Airport in New York." Dazed, Wang Zhen heard someone calling him, opened his eyes suddenly, made a defensive posture with his left hand, and touched his waist involuntarily with his right hand.

At this moment, the murderous look in Wang Zhen's eyes frightened the flight attendant, her face turned pale, her legs trembled, she screamed, and sat down on the ground.

It was only when Wang Zhen came to his senses that he felt embarrassed, covering his face in embarrassment. He didn't know when he fell asleep, and he was still killing people on the battlefield in his dream, that is to say, he didn't know how to punch, otherwise the stewardess just now would be afraid. It's miserable...

After all, he had just come off the battlefield and fought so hard for only a dozen hours. It was impossible for a rookie like Wang Zhen to change his form directly.

This can be regarded as battlefield stress and trauma syndrome. It is easy to overreact subconsciously and make hurtful actions.

The good news is that mentally ill people don't need to bear many legal problems...

"Sorry, sorry, I'm really sorry, did I scare you." Wang Zhen sat up and stretched out his hand to pull him.

The stewardess sat on the ground and moved back a few times to avoid it, took a few breaths, and then stood up with the help of other crew members.

"I'm really sorry, I just got off the battlefield, a little..." Wang Zhen bared his teeth, his face full of embarrassment.

"It's okay, I understand, I, I was just scared for a while." The flight attendant straightened her clothes and said with a blushing face.

"I don't know how to apologize to you..."

"It's okay, sir, we've arrived, let's get off the plane, it's just an accident." The stewardess smiled and held out her hand.

Wang Zhen turned his head and saw the poet leaning against the door of the cabin looking at him with a half-smile. The golden retriever and the shovel were sitting in wheelchairs with smiles on their faces.

The two of them may have experienced a lot, and their status adjusted quickly.

Wang Zhen stuck out his tongue, turned his head and bowed slightly, and walked quickly towards the cabin door.

The gangway for this connection is unique. Shovel and Golden Retriever are sitting in wheelchairs, and Wang Zhen and the poet are standing behind them.

There was a group of people waiting under the plane, four bodyguards in black suits, and a chubby middle-aged man standing in the middle.

"Mr. Maltz, why are you here in person?" The golden retriever stood up on one leg while supporting the wheelchair.

This is Maltz, Wang Zhen secretly looked at it.

"Sit down, Bourne." Maltz helped the golden retriever to sit down, leaned over to give him a hug, and walked over to hug the shovel, "I never thought that I would see you like this again."

"Kenan, he..."

Just as he was talking, the body of the bayonet was sent down, and the iron coffin was specially used by the US military to transport the body.

When the coffin was opened, Maltz looked down, sighed and said, ""This is the fate of mercenaries.

"Let's go, take you to the hospital first, and settle the bayonet by the way."

A group of people boarded the car. From the beginning to the end, Maltz just nodded slightly to Wang Zhen as a greeting.

The hospital looks very big. Wang Zhen doesn't know what the medical conditions are here, but the boss of the company has personally come forward, and the conditions should not be bad.

Wang Zhen doesn't think that ordinary employees will fly on private jets when they are injured, and the big boss will send them to the hospital in person.

Come to think of it, before boarding the plane, Daryl said that Cobham had already informed the boss.

The Golden Retriever declined several times, but Maltz's attitude was very firm, "You are not only an employee of the Imperial Barrier, you are also my brother of Maltz, it is impossible for me to watch my brother get hurt and remain indifferent, and I believe you will not sit idly by." on."

"You refuse my care, it just makes me sad, you know, it's nothing to me."

Looking at the shovel, the golden retriever finally nodded, "Okay."

It has to be a golden retriever, with face.

The hospital put on a big battle, more than a dozen medical personnel were waiting in the square in front of the gate, and people from the insurance company also arrived.

The expert team is on the field, all kinds of tests, no need to queue up, everything is the best.

While Wang Zhen was completely relieved, he couldn't help sighing in his heart, "Damn it, it's nice to have money!"
More than an hour later, the hospital came up with a treatment plan. The golden retriever's heel root defect was made of a metal bone, and the skin and muscle were transplanted from other places.

Shovel's wrist, severed tendon and nervous system reconnected.

The good news is that after recovery, it is basically the same as ordinary people.

The bad news is that even if the two have undergone rehabilitation, the fracture can no longer bear too much force, and it is not recommended that the two go on the battlefield again.

After the treatment plan is determined, there will be no business for the two of Wang Zhen, and Maltz's secretary will arrange for them to go to the hotel.

……

"Has the treatment started yet?"

The next day, Wang Zhen and the poet went to the hospital to visit them.

It's not a single ward. At the request of the golden retriever, the two live in the same room.

There is a living room, an independent bathroom, and a 24-hour beautiful nurse.

"I think I should take a photo and send it to Donkey, he will definitely want to cry with envy." Wang Zhen looked around the layout of the ward and said with a smile.

Xu said that the experience of his parents' death had tempered Wang Zhen's heart. After a day and a night, he had already adjusted a little.

"Ha." The golden retriever and the shovel also laughed.

"The treatment has already started. According to the doctor, it will take seven or eight operations before and after, which is very troublesome." Golden Retriever explained with a smile.

"Okay, if there's anything you need from me, let's talk about it first. Alcohol is not allowed, patients can't drink alcohol, and spicy, greasy, and seafood can't be eaten." Wang Zhen asked.

"I haven't taken cephalosporins, why can't I drink alcohol?" The golden retriever's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, "Also, what do you mean you can't eat spicy and greasy seafood?"

"Hey, Wang, we can't go out now. If we can't drink wine or eat delicious food, you might as well let us die!" Shovel also complained loudly.

"This is wisdom from the ancient East, it will help your wounds heal, understand?" Wang Zhen said seriously, these foreigners just don't know how to take care of their bodies.

A teenager looks like a 30-year-old woman, and a woman will age quickly after a short shelf life. Once she is 40 years old, there are only two shriveled water bands left on her chest.

"I think what you said is wrong!" The door of the ward was pushed open, and a male doctor walked in. "There is no scientific research to prove that seafood has a negative effect on wound healing."

"On the contrary, modern medicine believes that trauma patients, as a special population, need to consume more protein in the process of wound healing. Properly increasing the intake of high-quality protein will help improve the body's self-healing ability."

"Clinically, we also recommend that trauma or postoperative patients should appropriately increase the proportion of high-quality protein in their diet. Seafood foods are mostly rich in high-quality protein, so it is conducive to wound healing."

"In addition, some deep-sea fish are also rich in long-chain polyunsaturated fatty acids, which help trauma patients repair the nervous system and regulate inflammatory immune responses."

"You can't eat seafood because of the so-called trauma. That's because people used to be unable to determine whether the patient was allergic to seafood or some seafood, including seafood that was not processed clean enough or not fresh, which caused the bacteria carried to enter the body, causing diarrhea, moderate, Allergies and other problems may even lead to suppuration or more serious co-infections.”

Wang Zhen: "..."

Hidden, hidden.

The three golden retrievers looked left and right. This was the first time since they knew Wang Zhen that this guy was speechless.

This can be...

so much fun!
Wang Zhen shrugged and decisively chose to keep his mouth shut. Eating sea cucumbers in moderation after surgery is indeed good for wound healing, and he will not argue with American doctors about Chinese medicine.

Not to mention that this thing is in the United States, even in its birthplace, it is not clear to discuss it now.

Just like the traditional Chinese culture, the theories of Chinese medicine also have a lot of metaphysics.

This is not wronged, what about Da Huan Dan, Xiao Huan Dan, Xisui Dan, Yulu Dan, Zhu Ji Dan, Jie Jin Dan... Isn't it metaphysics?
The key is that it sounds like that.

Anyway, he wouldn't bring any food to these two patients. These two guys can only eat the food prepared by the hospital.

The doctor checked the condition of the next two people and left after telling them that an operation would be performed in the afternoon.

Wang Zhen was sitting on the sofa next to the hospital bed, peeling an apple in his hand, and the few of them were chatting, but the golden retriever seemed a little absent-minded.

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Three consecutive chapters, [-] words, asking for a monthly pass...

11 on the new book monthly ticket list, this is too embarrassing!

(End of this chapter)