Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

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The consciousness gradually wanders, the body slowly sinks, and is buried deep into the earth with the thought.

Death.

What is it like to die?

In the battles that Rankopel has traveled through to this day, he has faced near-death desperate situations nearly ten times, and this time, he has truly touched the edge of the boundary of death.

He began to feel.

When all perception, including pain, is stripped from the body, the process of death can be described by the word "comfort" in Rankopel's perception.

All the space around him wrapped him, like a heavy futon, but not suffocating, followed by a complete relaxation and calm of the body.

yes, yes.

As if just once... Sleep.

Scold...... So calm, so soft and luscious ....

Death.

"But I shouldn't have slept yet... I still have... Things didn't get done..."

Obviously had such an idea.

But behind him is like a boundless swamp, only sinking and sinking.

The intensity of this battle is even greater than the final battle of Chernoberg.

When the final hammer sounded, and because of the reckless and violent explosion of his skills and body drive, the damage caused was simply unimaginable.

The vertebrae behind it alone exploded for seven segments, and the boiling bone marrow and blood were still rushing left and right in every inch of the body, moving up and down.

The afterglow left by the overload steamed blood makes his body like a discarded steam engine, springs and gears fall apart, and at the end he breathes out the last bit of life.

In the darkness and trance, Lan Kopel's consciousness gradually became strangely awake, and the vision began to fly in with broken and miscellaneous points of light, and his body rotated out of place and became a sitting position.

Tiny human voices, dim lights, began to appear.

[The vision in front of you is like waxing, all around is foggy, the colors are chaotic, that is, mottled, but also full, both black and white, but also dazzling.

With a hammer,

Rankopel's vision became clearer—he was sitting in a not-so-comfortable solid wooden chair with two guards standing beside him.

"Oh... It looks like I'm in court. Rankopel

glanced out of the corner of his eye, directly in front of him to the left, the standing sign in the dock shining, he remembered this case, some kind of end to his career as a healer.

Stretching from both sides, the court was full of bystanders, but everyone was as unreadable as a black fog.

Only the voices around him began to flood into his ears more abundantly:

"Scumbags without medical ethics

!" "Madman who carelessly cares about human life!"

The words were heavy, and the indignant people gathered around the spectators of this trial, limited by the majesty of the court, their voices were not loud, but their words were clear to their ears.

There is no doubt that this is an accusation and a criticism.

Yes...... Thousands of fingers.

I recognize this scene.

It was when I was still Lan Feng, the last operation in my medical career, not perfect at all, but also called the end of my best efforts.

A patient.

He was right next to my hospital bed... Although the physical condition I know is already difficult to recover... But I still performed an operation on him that lasted nearly ten hours.

Just then, five other patients were pushed in again - the same group of injured by the earthquake, perhaps by fate, all with different internal organ injuries.

One is that the violent impact caused the spleen to be broken and bleeding profusely, and the other was pierced by a large amount of rubble through both lungs, resulting in infection and necrosis.

The other three were pre-existing malignant heart disease, congenital liver dysfunction and acute kidney failure, but were strongly triggered by the earthquake and had collateral complications.

At this time, all the chief surgeons were either busy nervously or exhausted, so the lives of these five patients were put in the palm of their hands.

At that time, I was holding a scalpel with blood.

It was the bloody balance that rippled in my fingertips.

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A train roared by.

On the left track is an innocent man tied to it.

On the right track are five innocent people tied to it.

The original track of the train was to the right, and I held the lever that changed the track.

I finally made a choice.

I separated the organs of the patient who had less than a 10% chance of being treated, killed him, and saved five other people.

Similarly.

I will always tell these people.

As long as it was me, holding that joystick in my hand.

I will always change the direction of that train, give up one, save five.

That's my choice.

I did what I thought was right and that's it.

And then came the world's

public opinion, moral accusations, legal judgments.

I don't need to care.

I don't regret it.

I'd rather create death than let more die go.

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But at that time, I also wanted to save everyone... All of them.

The viewers who spurned me and mocked me, they would believe the plot in the story or the movie.

The doctor never gave up, the doctor did everything he could, did not give up the slightest hope, and finally saw the light, not only successfully treated the patient with a cure rate of less than 10%.

It also managed to save the lives of five other patients.

Then I'll tell them.

Lan Feng is a doctor.

The best doctor, the strongest master, the last ... Guarantee.

He is a genius.

He is both an ace and a hole card.

But he is human.

If according to their ideas, if Lan Feng changed his countermeasures and went to treat the patient who had less than one percent chance of survival... He will die, and the other five will all die.

The six families were broken, and the two scenes that Lan Feng could see were obvious.

One full of emotions: the crying, mourning and even death of their families in front of the operating room.

One without emotion: morgue, six corpses, six shackled numbers on their toes.

He has done the utmost to preserve it.

Afterwards, the situation in the operating room was inexplicably disclosed - Lan Feng was interrogated with deep hatred by the daughter of the patient who was killed by him.

When her brother learned of this, he tried to take revenge and almost killed himself.

After that, Lan Feng was sued and transferred to the court.

This incident also generated a huge whirlpool of discussion in the society - a considerable number of people believed that Lan Feng was sloppy on human life, deliberately murdered, and the patient sentenced him to death before he could completely swallow his breath.

He had no right to directly take the patient's life, while others thought it was the most rational and realistic choice, otherwise all six people would have to die in their beds.

After all, regardless of whether this thing was done correctly or not, even if it was really wrong, Lan Feng saved countless people in the first half of his life, and even gave up many of his precious things.

Is it really correct to easily beat the whole person into a devil in hell because of a wrong thing, without mentioning his achievements in saving living beings in the first half of his life?

The following is an excerpt from a discussion on an online platform:

[No, no, won't someone really wash the floor for Lan Feng, right? [

Le (covering his mouth and laughing at soybeans), the fact that the situation has come out, if you are reluctant to protect five, six patients will have to die, if you change you on the edge of the operating table, I am afraid that you will have a mental breakdown. 】

[Haha, the canon belongs to the right, filial piety is Ning, right? Let you say this, will it be necessary to do this in the hospital in the future? There is a patient who is dying and directly disembowes him, and the internal organs are taken out and directly refrigerated for backup?]

[It's really difficult to stretch (sweaty soybeans), you put the concept of stealing? What was the situation at that time, as far as Lan Feng was a doctor, the probability of that patient had been treated was less than one, and the other five patients were already dying when they were pushed in, and the officials of the department said that they had not made a decision within ten minutes, and all six people had to die.

The patient who has not yet swallowed his breath is destined to become the sacrifice of the lives of the other five, right? 【

If it's my family, if it's already here... I can understand, I will support. 】

【Hahaha Naning is really good filial piety, please don't pinch on behalf of everyone (holding red heart squinting soybeans), I'll grab you numb and open your stomach to save people and pinch. 【

What kind of precious thing are you?】People have such a consciousness to let relatives dedicate themselves to saving more people, you TM put the yin and yang strange qi on hold, right? [

Ahh (sweaty soybeans), who loosened the chain around Ning's neck? 】

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[Look, Rankopel, look.

[People are different from each other in terms of interests, positions, origins, beliefs, races, and even souls, and mutual understanding is actually just a luxury most of the time. [

Those who oppose ideas can only let both sides be destroyed until one of them is completely dead. A

violent storm was set off on the Internet, and finally, unsurprisingly, a scolding war broke out on a platform that was jokingly called the Internet public toilet, and it was out of control.

The so-called scolding war is actually to know that the other party's thoughts are so opposed to themselves that they cannot be understood, and they can only use the most vicious words and sentences to sting each other on the virtual screen.

If you really have a knife in your hand and face to face with the other party, you can definitely fight directly with the other party.

[Destroy thoughts that are different from yourself.] 【

One of the things that mankind has been best at throughout the ages, and it also constitutes most of human history.

[Human nature has never changed, war has been from the past to the present, and there is never a lack of the future.

No matter how violent the storm of the Internet was, Lan Feng easily escaped from the original prison sentence through the strong network formed by the patients he had treated in the past.

Then he came to the Baita Psychiatric Rehabilitation Center and lived a peaceful life.

Is he running away? Is he evading judgment?

Not really.

Once, because of the only dereliction of duty in his life, Lan Feng punished himself for holding the scalpel until the blade could resist the bones and blood continued to remain.

But this time, Lan Feng didn't think he had done anything wrong.

Then naturally he had no reason to be judged by anything, so he kicked this thing called judgment away without looking, and that's it.

The only one who could judge Lan Feng was himself.

"After all,

this is just a little marquee-like memory gleaning."