1642 Tired Smile

In the operating room, several doctors, an anesthesia robot, and two assistant nurses were already busy.

Compared with the operating room of a regular hospital, it doesn't look so clean here, because there are blood stains on the ground, which cannot be wiped clean.

After cutting the wounded person's skin, a stream of blood gushed out. If the blood transfusion had not already started, the person might have died long ago.

"Clean up!" The doctor who raised his hands frowned and ordered to the assistant beside him.

Soon, an assistant doctor brought up the instrument to clean up the blood in the abdominal cavity.

Stretching out his hand to the nurse, the doctor continued to order without looking up: "Hemostatic forceps... This guy's internal organs have been shaken... What a mess."

While stretching out his hand, he didn't forget to make a complaint - in his opinion, it is a miracle that this person can survive till now.

A doctor next to him helped and said, "It looks like it has been modified, but it's a very primitive technology..."

They have seen too many reformed fighters, some of these fighters have been strengthened, and they are obviously stronger than others in battle.

And this kind of strengthening can also help them save their own lives at critical times. After all, with a strong body, you can persist for a while even when you are injured.

The chief doctor handed the equipment in his hand to the assistant, shook his blood-stained hands, and asked, "Are the cloned organs ready? Transplant directly... He may not be able to wait that long."

Since the Alan Hill Empire began to conduct cloning research, there is no longer any problem with the storage of organs and plasma.

Although this kind of thing is quite cruel, it is true that cloning technology has saved tens of thousands of clone soldiers, and it has also saved tens of thousands of natural warriors.

Seeing that a puppet robot sent a container containing internal organs, an assistant doctor turned on the switch of the container and let the cold air inside diffuse, and said, "It's lucky for him to meet us, if it takes some time , he may be cold."

He really didn't exaggerate, because they are indeed very experienced doctors. They have to deal with dozens of hundreds of seriously injured people here every day, and their experience is tens of millions of times more than that of the doctors in the rear hospital.

Doctors here amputate more arms than elbows in slaughterhouses every day. Here in the hospital bed,

There were countless wretches lying without arms and legs, and there was a new batch every day.

This place is not much easier than the battlefield. Every day when you open your eyes, you have to save the wounded who are bound to die one after another—every doctor here has a strong heart, which allows them to persevere until now.

At this time, the leading doctor entered the state again, lowered his head and said to his assistant: "Pay attention to the blood vessels...don't mess up...yes, hook it! Don't move!"

"Suck it! Keep your vision! Check the side to see if there is any bleeding wound! Don't miss it." The blood in the abdominal cavity gradually increased, and he finally raised his head and ordered.

While the assistants were processing the blood, the leading doctor looked at the anesthesia robot: "Is the wounded's heart rate... still normal?"

"Normal! The state of anesthesia is also normal, his breathing is fairly stable, and his pulse hasn't changed much." The robot replied in a satisfactory manner.

Glancing at the monitor, the doctor finally felt relieved: "The heart condition is not bad. This may be the main reason why he has persisted until now. He is very young, so he can persist for so long."

"Yeah, he is very young, so we should save him." An assistant said without raising his head while he was busy.

"Is the plasma here?" Another assistant looked at the robot next to him and asked.

Without even thinking about it, the robot replied, "The quantity is still enough..."

"Keep the blood transfusion...continue to remove the damaged organs...mainly the small intestine, his intestine was pierced by this stone." Looking at the abdominal cavity of the wounded like a battlefield, the leading doctor continued his work.

He squeezed out a stone from the wounded man's body and threw it into a tray beside him, making a crisp sound.

When he used tweezers to pick out a section of the cut small intestine, the assistant doctor looked at the stones in the tray and asked, "Shouldn't there be armor protection? How could a stone penetrate the stomach?"

"It may be that the mecha is damaged, or it may be due to other reasons. Why? You want to know how he was injured stupidly?" The leading doctor asked disapprovingly.

"He was just asking out of curiosity. I've fixed the arm! It can be stitched up. Luckily for him, the injury on his left arm is fine and there is no need for amputation." Another busy doctor also finished his work and carried Let's start.

"Would you like to take a look there...in case..." At this moment, the doctor who was very interested in how the wounded was pierced by the stone suddenly asked.

In fact, he asked this question for no other reason than to tease the two female nurses in the operating room.

Just when he was full of a sense of accomplishment about his question, a female nurse snorted and shattered his pride: "It's still there, I checked it. It looks normal, there is no wound..."

In an instant, the assistant who was about to be proud just now was overwhelmed by the sturdy female nurses.

No way, working in a place full of wounded soldiers, any female nurse would become tough. They would go crazy in the car at a speed of 500 per hour every day, and they didn't care about sensitive words in dirty jokes.

What scene did they not see? What kind of wounded did they never take care of? These nurses even knew that among the wounded lying in the wards next door, which ones had broken their incense sticks.

This is war, except for those seemingly incomparably brilliant victories, and those victorious victories, the corners are full of dirty and dilapidated wars.

People die humble every moment, but people only remember those heroes and villains. There is no way, this is war, a war that makes people want to scold their mothers.

"It can be sutured...he...survived." Finally, when the atmosphere became a little depressing, the leading doctor raised his hands and let the blood on his fingers flow down the back of his hands to his elbows : "It's a success."

"Huh..." Everyone let out a long breath, and then naturally and unnaturally, a weary smile appeared on their faces.