Chapter 442 Gunshots in the operating room

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"Will"

"Victor"

Wei Ranhe Will recognized each other in no particular order.

"Why are you here?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.

"We were transferred here to help."

As Will spoke, he saw that Wei Ran only had a weird-looking machete in his hand, and immediately handed over the carbine in his hand without thinking. He came over and said, "Take it."

"No need." Wei Ran pointed in the direction of the operating room, "I'm going to the operating room. I shouldn't need weapons."

"You Wait for me."

Before he finished speaking, Will got into the tent where the Japs had just left. After a moment, he walked away with a 1911 pistol with remaining blood stains and several magazines. He came out and said, "At least take this, and I will arrange for two people to take you back."

"Has my name been spread to you?" Wei Ran asked, dumbfounded.

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"Almost all black people know your name now"

Will said, taking off the kettle from his waist and handing it to Wei Ran, "This It's the beer bottle you gave me that day. I cleaned it."

"Then I'm not welcome."

Wei Ran simply took the pistol and checked it briefly. He put the magazines in the opponent's hands into his pocket, then pointed to the still confused Marshall at his feet and said, "Let your people help me carry him back."

Wei Upon hearing this, I immediately said to the two young black soldiers beside me, "You two send Victor back. He is the veterinarian who is willing to help us on D-Day."

These two young men When the black soldiers heard this, one of them, who looked stronger, immediately picked up Marshall, while the other walked in front with his gun raised.

Wei Ran, who followed at the end, put away his machete without leaving a trace, and looked around with his gun raised.

With their mutual cooperation, they finally returned to the trench connected to the operating room without any danger.

"Thank you" Wei Ran took the kettle calmly, unscrewed the lid and took a long sip.

"Okay, we're going to go on a mission." Will said, waving his hands, and leading the porters behind him to continue searching tent after tent.

Wei Ran pointed to Marshall at his feet, "Let's go too, he will trouble you."

"How is the situation?" Wei Ran gestured to the two black men behind him. The soldier placed the dazed Marshall on a stretcher and asked his most concerning question.

"There are a lot of casualties."

Dr. Harrison handed Weiran two medical kits while speaking, and continued to classify the wounded on the ground, "Especially Medical staff, those crazy people seem to come specifically to the hospital. Almost every operating room is their target, and our medical supplies have also been blown up.A lot. When we moved here before, it seemed like you, me, and Brock were the only ones who survived in that truck. ”

In this short period of time, the operating room that had been bombed had restored its original functions, but Nurse Jenny and the corpse of the wounded man with the hemostat still clamped in the wound had no time to move. They left, just casually throwing them aside.

Even beside their bodies, there were many wounded people waiting for treatment, and no one cared about the difference between black and white at this time. All the wounded who could be carried here were mixed together.

"Victor, I'm glad you're okay." Dr. Harrison, whose head was wrapped in gauze, immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wei Ran come back. /p>

"It doesn't matter"

As he said that, Wei Ran simply walked towards the operating room that he was particularly familiar with, and the two black soldiers who had just carried Marshall back, He was also left by Dr. Harrison, who was responsible for carrying the wounded black people to the operating room.

In general, Harrison was fair enough. Otherwise, there would be many black wounded people on the ground. Only when all the injured white people are rescued can they be placed in line.

"But there are more wounded." Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh.

"Indeed"

Harrison pointed to the operating room with lights on not far away, "Victor, you are in charge of the black people. There are some wounded people around."

"As long as they don't die," Wei Ran While responding, he had already pulled out the bullet stuck in the wound and threw it away, and then started suturing the main blood vessels.

"I have to admit, you are really fast. "Block seemed to be a chatterbox. While busy, he asked with interest, "Can you tell me your secret?"

"I am a veterinarian"

Soon, a black wounded man was carried up, and without the help of nurse Jenny, Wei Ran started working alone in silence.

Zeng Zeng. Bullock, the doctor who was the first to call Wei Ran by his nickname in the moving truck, raised his eyes and glanced at Wei Ran, and a dull voice came out from the thick mask, "Veterinarian, I thought Jenny was joking before. I didn't expect you to be so rude. "

"Don't be kidding." Bullock obviously didn't believe it, and at the same time he secretly speeded up the movements of his hands.

However, when Wei Ran had bandaged the wound and started shouting One time, he had just sutured his muscles.

Four or five injured people came down, and the gap between the two widened completely. After making a mistake in his busy schedule, Bullock almost broke a blood vessel. , so he honestly gave up the idea of ​​comparison, and even sometimes he would politely ask Wei Ran to come over and help him.

While speaking, Wei Ran had already cut off the sutures of blood vessels and started suturing the muscle tissue.

"So?" Brock asked as if he was getting to the bottom of things.

"Trained with animals"

Compared with Sean's injuries, Will's injuries were much lighter. A bullet cut through his head. There were blood grooves on the bones, and there was a bayonet that penetrated the muscle on the thigh. Other than that, there were only a few burns on the hands.

"I need your help" Brock shouted with a frown.

"Harrison Harrison" Wei Ran shouted several times outside the operating room at the top of his lungs.

As for whether the wounded lying on the operating table minded, not to mention Wei Ran didn't care, Bullock didn't care either. Anyway, there were a lot of wounded outside. If you don't want to live, there are other things you want to live for.

However, when he saw that there were fewer and fewer wounded outside, and a severely burned white casualty and a black casualty were carried in at the same time, Wei Ran was stunned.

He recognized at a glance that the white wounded man with large burns on his back was none other than the military police captain Sean, and the black wounded man was Will, who had saved him and Marshall before.

Harrison was stunned. He first walked to the military police captain Sean and took a look. Then he walked to the black man Will and took a look. After hesitating for a second or two, he said with difficulty. The obvious answer is, "Captain Sean is not only burned on his back, but also on his abdominal cavity. It is very likely that we do not have enough time and conditions to rescue him."

Sighing, Wei Ran threw away the medical equipment in his hand , "Harrison, help me first, I will find someone. Bullock, at least let him live a little longer."

"Okay"

Less than ten Within seconds, Harrison ran in with gauze in one hand and a pack of sulfa powder in the other, "What's wrong?"

"Choose one, either help Bullock, or come and replace me."

Wei Ran said without raising his head. At the same time, he had already used surgical scissors to cut off the clothes around Will's wound in preparation.

"It's okay, I'm just a little dizzy." Marshall's voice was louder than usual, and he pointed to one of his ears and said, "The other ear doesn't seem to be working."

"Put out the cigar, Captain Sean is about to die."

Wei Ran plucked the cigar from the other man's mouth and threw it away. "If he has faith, Tom can come too. By the way, you "The wound on the butt"

Harrison shook his head and took over Will's treatment, while Bullock hung up the plasma bottle for Sean without saying a word, trying to save the falling blood pressure. , and at the same time gave him an extra shot of morphine.

Running out of the operating room quickly, Wei Ran held up a flashlight and found Marshall, who was smoking a cigar with Pastor Tom.

"Are you okay?" Wei Ran asked with a frown.

Seeing Wei Ran come back, Bullock tacitly gave up Sean's operating table to the former, and at the same time said in Wei Ran's ear, "Sean's abdomen has several bullet penetrating wounds. Even if the burns on his back are not taken into account, his abdominal cavity has also been damaged."

"I understand." Wei Ran Ran sighed, silently picked up a bottle of morphine and pushed it into the burned black skin.

"Victor, save Sean"

"Harrison has re-sewed it for me" Tom said quickly.

Marshall was silent for a moment, then staggered towards the operating room at an increasingly faster speed, while Wei Ran, who was behind, supported Tom, who had a weak butt, and chased after him.

When he and Tom entered the slightly crowded operating room, they immediately smelled the unique smell of marijuana, and then saw Marshall sitting on a wooden box, holding a cigarette in his hand. Come to Sean's side, you suck me one suck at a time.

Hearing this, an ugly smile appeared on Sean's lips. He raised his blistered hand with difficulty, made it into a fist as much as possible and stretched it towards Marshall. He waited for the other party to touch him lightly. Then he said with difficulty, "Don't blame this veterinarian for who should be saved and who should be given up. The military police said it doesn't count, the gang said it doesn't count, and the skin color doesn't count. The doctor said it.

Marshall, Marshall, just think that I am atonement for the fire I set. Thank you for taking the charge of a murderer for me, and"

"Stop talking, stop talking about this. "Stop talking about this" Marshall roared like a panicked child at this time.

At this time, Marshall had long lost the arrogant look he had before, and the pleading in his eyes seemed to overflow with tears, "He is my last Texas friend, even He is still the boss of our gang. Victor, please save him."

"I'm sorry, I may not be able to save him." Wei Ran looked at Sean's abdominal incision that had been sutured and knew it. The ending.

But what’s ridiculous is that what happened before us was so similar to what happened on D-Day. The only difference was probably that Marshall didn’t point a gun at himself this time.

Hearing this, Marshall looked at Wei Ran as if asking for help, but the answer the latter could give him was just a helpless shake of the head.

Looking at Sean again with a hard smile on his face, Marshall tremblingly opened the charred cowhide holster on Sean's waist and took out a US military standard pistol. 1911 pistol.

"Sean, do you have anything to ask God for forgiveness?"

"And put down those stupid prejudices. You see, my skin is dark too."

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Sean raised his finger with difficulty and pointed to the black man Will who was looking at him on the other operating table, "It was him who helped me put out the fire on my body and carried me back so that I could have a chance to be with him. Have a chat.

Marshall, take out my pistol, don’t let me die. It’s really painful to die on the operating table.”

Standing from beginning to end. While Tom on the side was talking, he also put down the Bible that was filled with bullets and stained with blood.On the other person's chest.

"Let God forgive and bless Marshall, that's all."

Sean showed a difficult smile again, letting the dark red blood overflow from the corners of his mouth, and said vaguely, "Marshall, it's your turn, help me."

Marshall tremblingly raised the pistol and gently pressed it against Sean's forehead. After a moment, he was filled with the smell of marijuana, blood and burnt In the smelly operating room, there was a desperate gunshot and Tom's almost murmuring prayer.

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