Different World Development Manual Chapter 370: Veterinarian

North of Fly Pond, Position 771.

The offensive of the undead has been going on for more than ten days, without stopping at all.

Several times, the undead broke through the fire blockade and rushed to the battlefield, causing a large number of casualties.

Fortunately, the undead were beaten back in the end, and everyone took a breath.

The wounded can be seen everywhere in the battlefield hospital.

The lightly injured person took care of the bandage a little bit, carried the vodka with the weapon, and returned to the front line.

As for the seriously injured, they were brutally pressed on the bed by the nurses and forced them to cultivate.

But they wanted to fight. All of their comrades died on the battlefield. They were only seriously injured, so what kind of face was lying in the back to cultivate?

The severely wounded screamed, and the entire field hospital was not quiet.

Sergey completed the amputation of a soldier, walked out of the room in a white coat covered in blood, and sighed: "Save it, which is the first one?"

This is a question and answer. From the outbreak of the war to the present, the undead once broke through the line of defense, and Schell has saved the lives of countless comrades-in-arms from the hands of death.

"Crunch..."

At this time, the people in the other operating room pushed away. The young military doctor Pirogov shook his head with a self-reproach, took a sip of vodka, and said with red eyes: "Woo...sorry, Failed to save you..."

After talking with a puff, he knelt down on the ground, looked at the black clouds outside the window, and cried bitterly: "Woo, the undead is not a human at all, they pulled out his skin.

Cut off his tendons one by one, oooooooo..."

The undead are so cruel, after all, in their war, the way of fighting is like this.

Weeping and crying, Pirogov slowly stood up, and finally poured half a bottle of vodka severely, and then looked out the window with red eyes, as if he had made some decision. general.

Sergey frowned. It was obvious that his "apprentice" was in a state that was not suitable for treating the wounded.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, Pirogov took the vodka bottle in his hand and slammed it on the window sill.

The wine bottle shattered, and Pirogov was seen everywhere with glass slag, and his cheeks and bare arms were cut out by the splashing glass slag.

The only remaining vodka in the bottle was all spilled out during Pirogov's fierce movements.

Pirogov slowly turned his head to look at Sergey, opened his mouth, and said in a very calm tone: "Sergey, I plan to go to the front."

Sergey widened his eyes and roared: "Are you crazy? You are a military doctor."

However, Pirogov smiled slightly and threw the broken vodka bottle to the trash can next to it. The accuracy of the throw was not high and it did not enter the bucket.

"Military doctor?

No, I'm just a veterinarian.

I may not be able to save people, but I believe I can kill the beasts of the undead. "

Pirogov was originally a veterinarian, because members such as orcs and half-orcs appeared in the Lucia army, so he joined the army.

But now, rather than staying in the field hospital in the rear, Pirogov is more willing to go to the front and fight with the dead with his comrades.

Sergey said in a deep voice: "Pirogov, you can't do this. Your duty is to save people, not fight."

Pirogov said: "Killing the dead is also saving people.

What's more, I'm a veterinarian. Can a vet save people? "

After speaking, he turned around and walked outside the hospital.

Sergey is about to catch up and pull this guy down.

But a seriously injured man was transported nearby, and a soldier carrying a stretcher pleaded: "Doctor Sergey, help him!"

That should be his comrade, but Sergey looked at the badly wounded soldier on the stretcher.

The lower body is completely gone, the intestines and belly are exposed outside the body, a lot of blood is flowing out, and the whole army green stretcher is dyed red by this soldier.

Although the soldier still breathed weakly, he occasionally coughed up blood from his mouth.

Sergey knew that this soldier would not survive anyway.

However, as a military doctor, Sergey still has to do his utmost as a military doctor.

Quickly greeted: "Hurry up to the operating room!

Nurse! Come here for anesthetics!

Quick! Save him! ! "

Everyone started to get busy. When Sergey looked at Pirogov, Pirogov was gone.

Sergey twitched the beard at the corner of his mouth, uttered "Suka is not listed", and then turned around and entered the operating room.

And Pirogov took off the white coat stained with the blood of his comrades-in-arms, held it in his hand and kissed it lightly, and placed it on the ground.

I didn't know where I took out another bottle of vodka, opened the cork with a "pop", and took another sip.

Then he turned the mouth of the bottle upside down and took all the vodka and the dead and seriously wounded soldiers in the white coat to take a big sip.

After drinking with his comrades, he threw the empty bottle aside.

He took out the cigarette and held it in his mouth.

I took out the lighter, "click", "click" and "click" for a long time before igniting the flame.

"Hu Lilielielie..."

Taking a hard breath, slowly exhaling a burst of smoke.

quietly stared at the white coat on the ground, and threw the lighter in his hand casually.

"Huh!"

The flame and vodka met, and they burned in an instant, engulfing the entire white coat in a blink of an eye.

Pirogov looked at the burning white coat through the hazy smoke, and slowly said: "Brothers, I will avenge you, and I will fight with you."

Hua Xia’s method of worship has penetrated into the hearts of the four nations of the earth in the past 15 years, without him, and it’s also because of the people’s longing for the compatriots who stayed on the earth.

Pirogov wiped the tip of his nose, turned the burning cigarette upside down, stretched out his hand, and plunged into the burning white coat, like incense, enduring the burning of the flame, and inserted the cigarette into it.

Retracted the burned hand, wiped the right side of the wrist with both hands, squeezed the index finger and thumb, took a look, and said, "Wait for me, brothers."

Pirogov went straight to the regiment headquarters and explained his intentions to the regiment commander.

Pirogov's prestigious group is no one knows. After all, people who can spend the spring evening with dead beasts are not what ordinary people can do.

The captain was taken aback: "Pirogov, you mean you want to be a combatant?

But you are a doctor! "

Pirogov said: "A doctor who treats people?

Sorry, I'm just a veterinarian.

And you look at my hands, you can no longer use them. "

The hand was burned when paying homage to his comrade-in-arms, but the group leader didn't know what caused all this.

Pirogov's hands were burned, so it means that Pirogov can't dance the scalpel now.

It is impossible for Pirogov to take these burned hands and hold scalpels for treatment now, right?

If Pirogov's hand trembled due to the severe pain after the burn, which caused the scalpel to be cut wrong, wouldn't it be a big trouble.

The leader thought for a long time, and slowly said: "Can you take a gun?"

Pirogov nodded: "A light thing like a scalpel may not work, but guns, I’m fine~ IndoMTL.com~ The head nodded: "Well, I will assign you a team. Tomorrow you will enter the front line. "

"No, captain, I can go now."

While speaking, shaking his hands, he took out a dog tag in his pocket: "I'm going to this company, I will go now."

The dog tag was taken from the last comrade Pirogov rescued. Unfortunately, Pirogov failed to save him and half of his face was chewed off by the undead.

So if he wanted to avenge his comrades-in-arms, Pirogov chose the company that the soldier was in.

The captain glanced at the dog tag. The company's casualty rate reached 50%, and it was the company that was at the forefront.

But looking at Pirogov's determined eyes, the captain sighed and nodded: "Okay, there are still a few lightly wounded members of that company in the regiment.

You go to collect the equipment and join them, and return to the battlefield together. "

Pirogov held the dog tag and saluted: "Yes!"