Claude opened his eyes, and what he saw was a gabled gray roof, with a few yellowed wheat straws hanging in the air between the beams. This is a small wooden house with only four single wooden beds and a small square table. The wooden beds are covered with stained yellow linen sheets. There are many tubes of medicine on the small square table in the corner, some of which are empty. , some are full. This should be the treatment center where the medical team in the military camp is located.
My whole body aches, my chest is tight and I feel like I can't breathe. If I move even a little bit, I feel that no matter which part of my body it is, my bones are in severe pain. Claude reluctantly stretched out his hand to pull the bell rope hanging from the bedside, and soon heard the crisp "ding-dong-ding-dong" sound coming from outside the wooden house.
Footsteps came and stopped outside the door. With a creak, the wooden door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a white robe outside and a military uniform walked in hurriedly. This should be a pharmacist. Seeing Claude looking at him with his eyes open, the middle-aged pharmacist nodded expressionlessly: "I'm awake, how do you feel?"
Claude looked at him for a while, then opened his mouth and said, "My whole body hurts."
"It's normal. The internal organs are hit and shaken, which affects the whole body. Of course, you will feel pain everywhere. I have checked for you. The bones are fine. There are just some minor bone cracks in a few places. Drink some healing medicine and wrap them up. The plaster will last five or six days and then you can get out of bed and run around." The middle-aged pharmacist didn't care about Claude's injuries at all: "Compared to you, those injured by you are unlucky. If Without good treatment, they may end up retired due to injuries and disabilities.”
Claude reluctantly opened his mouth: "I don't think I'm that powerful. I'm the one who gets beaten all the time. It's impossible for them to retire due to injuries."
"That's none of my business." The middle-aged pharmacist remained expressionless: "My duty is to help you recover from your injuries. As for whether you hit someone seriously, whether you injured or disabled someone, or directly beat someone. Death is none of my business, that's up to the gendarmerie."
"But I admire your achievements very much," the middle-aged pharmacist began to fiddle with some medicine tubes placed on the small square table in the corner, and said while configuring the medicine: "Six veterans, you sent them all to me by yourself. This is where the treatment comes from. Even though you have come in, you are still glorious despite defeat."
Claude couldn't tell whether what the middle-aged pharmacist said was sarcastic. He just tried his best to recall the process of the fight, and finally shook his head: "I'm not as glorious as you said. I have forgotten it. I only remember that it was I’m getting beat up and nothing’s wrong with them.”
The middle-aged pharmacist stopped what he was doing: "They're fine. Corporal Enge has fractures in both hands and wrists. In the next three months, he'll have to wait for everything he eats, drinks, and eats. If the treatment doesn't work well, his hands will be damaged." It's useless and can only be retired with a disability. Sergeant Jem, his internal organs were shaken and three ribs were broken. You only have to lie down for five or six days, and he will need at least half a month. Sergeant Luton was beaten the worst by you. It is said that when four people beat you, you only grabbed him and beat him hard. He suffered a concussion, a fractured sternum, and a broken right hand. He still hasn't woken up and has been in a coma."
The middle-aged pharmacist knew everything he knew: "Of course, the most unlucky one was Corporal Wembley. He was not injured at first, but you caught him for some reason at the last moment. You took a big bite off his neck. Fortunately, you It didn't bite his aorta, otherwise he wouldn't have to be sent to me. He could be cremated and put in a jar and go home. I still don't know what the outcome of his treatment will be. Maybe he can only He tilted his head and had to retire due to this injury.
The other two were slightly injured. Sergeant Basek was hit on the bridge of his nose by you with his head, and his nose was broken. Corporal Federson's calf bone was kicked hard by you, and now he's limping with a brace. I really don’t understand. It’s just your first meeting, and you don’t have any deep hatred. Why are you fighting like life and death enemies, using such brutal tactics? You have just entered the camp, and you are not on the battlefield. They are also Not your enemy"
Claude could only smile helplessly: "I'm sorry, I don't want to be like this. I was just waiting in line to eat. They provoked me first, so I can only defend myself. You can't let me not fight back and let them fight. As for the end, I have already I was so blinded by them that I forgot everything I did and couldn’t remember anything.”
The middle-aged pharmacist looked at Claude: "You don't need to argue with me. You can talk to the military judge about these things. I can only blame the six of them on their bad luck. They are veterans and got mixed up in the military camp. After four or five years of fighting, you naturally know the severity of your attacks. But you are a new recruit, and your attacks are not measured. You only know how to hit the vital points, and even your teeth are used for them. Now everyone in the military camp is laughing at them for their bad luck. You have become a ruthless character. You know, now you are nicknamed Bloodthirsty."
After thinking about it carefully, Claude realized that the middle-aged pharmacist was right. When he was fighting with those veterans, those veterans were attacking the fleshy and thick-skinned parts of the body. These places are less likely to cause injury or disability. , the beating was very painful, but it was more of a humiliation.
But maybe because I was used to life-and-death fights with those Black Snake Association bastards in White Deer Town, I almost always greeted the opponent's vital parts. Fortunately, those veterans had rich fighting experience and were not killed by me on the spot. So after I was blinded, I even used my teeth, no matter what, I took one bite first.
Claude didn't care whether his nickname was Bloodthirsty or not. Only strong words have weight in the military camp. The most despised thing among soldiers is cowardice. Maybe after this fight, his life in the army would be easier. Generally, no one will mess with him unless he can definitely withstand his own counterattack.
"Lift your head a little and drink this tube of medicine." The middle-aged pharmacist walked to the bedside with a tube of prepared medicine: "Yesterday I used a blowpipe to blow the medicine into your stomach, and most of it was wasted. Outside. Now that you are awake, you can drink it by yourself. It is estimated that your injury will be easier in the evening and you will not feel so much pain all over your body. You can sit up and drink some porridge. "
The room was very bright, and judging from the sky, it must be broad daylight outside. Claude managed to raise his head, but his arms were really weak, so he could only let the middle-aged pharmacist bring the tube of medicine to his mouth, and then gurgled all the bitter and astringent medicine. Swallow it into your stomach.
"How long have I been unconscious?" Claude asked.
"It's been almost a day, and it's now three o'clock in the afternoon. You were delivered here at six-twenty yesterday evening. We were all shocked at that time. You looked so miserable, as if you had been raped by eighteen big men. It was just like being tortured. As a result of the examination, apart from flesh wounds and minor bone fractures, there was nothing wrong with it. The only thing that was a little more serious was the vibration of the internal organs."
The middle-aged pharmacist ignored Claude's eyes and continued: "Then those six unlucky guys were also sent over. They seemed to be fine, but after checking, they were sent to the treatment room almost immediately. If it had been a little longer, I was even worried that we would belch on the spot, and then we would be charged with unfavorable treatment."
Claude closed his eyes and pretended he heard nothing. After all, the more serious the middle-aged pharmacist described the injuries of the six veterans, the more worried he became. No matter how righteous he was, he could not have expected such serious consequences. He just didn't know how the superiors would punish him and the six veterans.
"Okay, take a rest and have a good sleep. I will change your dressing at night and feed you a bowl of porridge then. If you feel anything is wrong with your body, just pull the bell rope." After finishing speaking, The middle-aged pharmacist went out.
Perhaps the potion he drank just now had sleeping ingredients. Claude only lay there for a while before feeling sleepy and fell asleep quickly.
When he woke up again, an oil lamp had been lit in the wooden house. Claude found that there were three more people in the room. One was the middle-aged pharmacist from the afternoon, and the other should be his assistant, who was also wearing a military uniform. The man in white robe looks to be in his twenties and is a medical soldier. There was also a lieutenant officer, holding a black briefcase in his hand, standing there quietly, like a piece of ice, exuding the aura of keeping strangers away.
"I knew you would wake up at this time." The middle-aged pharmacist said proudly, obviously showing off the timeliness of the tube of medicine he prepared in the afternoon: "How do you feel?"
Claude took two big breaths: "I seem to feel much more relaxed, and my chest is not so tight. There is still some pain in the bones all over my body, but it feels better than in the afternoon, and I can bear the pain."
The middle-aged pharmacist nodded, as I expected: "Bell, go help him, and then go to the kitchen to get his sick meal."
Sure enough, the young medical soldier came to take care of him. He picked up a long-necked wooden jar from under the bed, lifted the thin blanket covering Claude, and pulled Claude off without hesitation. Underwear, and then blew a long whistle in front of Claude, the middle-aged pharmacist and the cold lieutenant officer: "Big guy"
While Claude was looking at him with shame and anger, the young medical soldier named Bell picked up Claude's big member, stuffed it into the long-necked wooden jar, and then smiled at Claude: " Don't be impatient, man. I've seen a lot. After a few years in the military camp, you will be able to take off your clothes in front of everyone without feeling embarrassed at all, and take a shower in broad daylight. And you have this thing below. This guy is very important and deserves to be shown off in front of everyone. I am so envious of those earthworms."
Claude couldn't move now and could only let others do what he did. Because of nervousness and shame, he couldn't do anything convenient. So the medical soldier named Bell whistled "shush" in a considerate way, and it was really effective. After a while, the middle-aged pharmacist couldn't bear it. He cursed, "Fuck, I just had a convenience. Need to pee again”
As the middle-aged pharmacist went out, the cold lieutenant seemed a little unbearable and followed him out. Then, amidst Bell's triumphant whistle, Claude let out a thousand miles of juice and drank more than half of the can before he was done.
After pulling up Claude's underwear and covering him with a blanket, Bell said, "Man, lie down and I'll bring you some porridge."
After saying that, he took the long-necked wooden jar and walked out.
Claude's mind went blank. When he saw Bell opening the door and leaving, he reacted and shouted: "Remember to wash your hands first and then help me bring the porridge."
Bell stumbled at the door and quickly held on to the door handle to avoid spilling the urine in the long-necked wooden jar on the ground.
"I know, I'll wash my hands after pouring this, and then I'll serve you the porridge."
After Bell left for a while, the middle-aged pharmacist and the cold lieutenant officer returned to the room one after another. Even though they were both going to the convenience store, they seemed to have nothing to say and both entered the house with straight faces.
The middle-aged pharmacist came to Claude's side, asked Claude to open his mouth, stick out his tongue, checked his teeth, and asked several questions. It seemed that Claude had indeed recovered well and was awake. He then turned around and nodded to the cold lieutenant officer, indicating that he could come forward to talk to Claude. He then retreated to the small square table in the corner and fiddled with it again. Pick up the potion tubes on the table.
The cold lieutenant officer walked to Claude's bedside and asked questions knowingly, but there was no other way. This was the procedure: "You are Claude Field"
"It's me." Claude replied.
"I am the military judge, Lieutenant Biriklan Hesdri, and I was ordered to investigate this fight in the cafeteria." The cold lieutenant officer said.