In the aisle of the hospital, Lei Ting, the legion commander, looked at the soldiers who were sent to various operating rooms and temporary operating rooms by Huaxia medical staff, with a trace of anxiety on his face.
Ran Xu on the side comforted: "Commander Lei Ting, trust us, we will do our best to rescue these comrades of yours from the god of death."
Most of the people who were sent to the operating room were those who would die if they could not use healing techniques in a short period of time. Even if they used magic, these soldiers with broken arms and legs might not survive.
Thunder's Legion does not have dwarven mages, let alone priests, which are rare for dwarves.
The medical attainment of the Dark Iron dwarves is limited to bandage explosions, splint immobilization, and herbal compresses.
Dwarves who put all their talents on ironing, forging, and fighting can be said to be mediocre in medicine and herbal medicine.
Lei Ting could only secretly pray that his brothers could survive this hurdle.
The wounded of the Black Iron Dwarf Legion were sent to the hospital in the base as soon as possible. Nurse Ke Qiuyan and her colleagues were rushing to the operating room with portable ambulance beds.
Lying in the portable ambulance bed was a black iron dwarf warrior whose legs were bitten off by a monster, and the wound caused by the monster almost reached the base of his thigh.
Ke Qiuyan shouted: "Hurry up! Hurry up!"
The door of the operating room had already been opened for Ke Qiuyan and the others, and everyone pushed the dwarf into the operating room.
"Come on! Lift up!"
A few people worked together to lift the tall man among the black iron dwarves, who was 1.5 meters tall and weighed nearly 140, onto the operating table.
Just the broken leg made the dwarf not so outstanding now.
The doctor started to remove the torn cloak and sackcloth coat on the black iron dwarf with a "hiss". He buried his head and sorted out the simple bandages and clothes on the wound. He asked at the same time, "The information on the black iron dwarf. Did you get it?"
Ke Qiuyan was sweating profusely at this time, panting slightly, and pushing the dwarf all the way to run over was indeed a little tired: "Well... I got it, just like us humans on Earth, A, B, AB, O."
The doctor nodded: "Determine the wounded's blood."
"Yes!"
Ke Qiuyan immediately took the test tube and received a little blood from the black iron dwarf, turned around and ran to the side to determine the blood of the wounded.
And the doctor put the oxygen mask on the mouth of the dark iron dwarf and said to the other nurse, "Hold down."
"clear."
The armor of the dark iron dwarf is now a hassle for the doctors who perform surgery, he glanced at the iron armor of the dwarf's legs and frowned: "Bring the chainsaw, cut the armor on my legs for me. open."
"Yes!"
A small circular chainsaw was brought over, and the nurse and the nurse immediately saw the chainsaw on the dwarf's armor.
"Sedative!"
Fortunately, the dwarf was already in a coma, but the operation woke him up, and the doctor hurriedly injected the dwarf with tranquilizers.
"Crack!"
After a while, the armor on the dwarf's legs had been completely removed, and several doctors and nurses were panting, ignoring that they were covered in blood.
"Anesthetic!"
"Yes!"
A nurse looked at the heart rate chart next to him and reminded: "The heart rate of the wounded has dropped."
That voice shouted, "Xiao Ke, has the blood type come out yet??"
Ke Qiuyan was also sweating profusely at this time. She just got her blood type and immediately shouted, "Type O!"
"Go! Hurry up!"
"Yes!"
Ke Qiuyan hurriedly turned to the next cabinet, took out a bag of type O blood and ran over, immediately hung it up, and began to transport it into the dwarf's body.
"Stop the bleeding!"
"clear!"
"Scalpel!"
"Scissors!"
Several doctors cut off the minced flesh of the black iron dwarf's legs "pu chi puchi", studied the injury a little, and said in deep thought, "It's time to stop."
Lei Ting outside the operating room didn't know what was going on inside. In Lei Ting's imagination, it was probably a few Chinese priests or mages who surrounded their comrades and brothers and continued to cast magic to help their lives.
The anxious wait is very long, and the disappearance of several times is like a few days for Thunder.
As the green light of the operating room turned on, the people in the operating room were slowly opened, and several nurses with blood all over their bodies pushed a bed of black iron dwarves who had undergone surgery and walked out.
Lei Ting hurried up to meet him, looking at the dwarf brother lying on the white bed, full of tears.
Ke Qiuyan looked at Ran Xu standing next to him, and quickly reported the situation: "It has been rescued, but the limb has been amputated, and the leg cannot be saved. I am afraid that I will have to use a wheelchair or a prosthesis in the future."
Ran Xu nodded and bowed to the group of military doctors: "Thank you for your hard work."
As he spoke, he turned his head and translated Ke Qiuyan's words to Lei Ting, who was waiting, only to see Lei Ting watching the amputated black iron dwarf being retreated. He took a breath: "It's good to be alive."
Lei Ting was somewhat grateful to Ran Xu and the group of Chinese people. When he accepted the help of the Chinese people, Lei Ting was still somewhat hesitant. After all, when a stranger suddenly appeared in front of him and offered help to him, everyone would be suspicious.
But there are too many wounded, and the Chinese people also said that they intend to establish diplomatic relations with the Black Iron Kingdom, as well as the well-known Aghanim brave.
Although he had never seen the brave man himself, Lei Ting still believed that these Chinese people came with good intentions.
In addition, with so many wounded under his command, after seeing the strong fighting power of the Chinese, Lei Ting can only use dead horses as a living horse doctor, in case these wounded are rescued.
If there are no Chinese, these wounded will definitely not be able to return to Ironhammer Castle for treatment.
Even without these Chinese people, their legion would repeat the mistakes of 2 years ago.
Lei Ting raised his head, looked at Ran Xu who was standing in front of him, and said solemnly, "Thank you."
Ran Xu smiled lightly: "Hands up."
"hurry up!"
At this time, another bed of seriously injured dwarf warriors was pushed into the operating room. Lei Ting glanced at it and was slightly surprised, how fast this Chinese man saved people.
Under Qi Ye's order, although the huge hospital had insufficient operating rooms, many operating rooms were temporarily opened.
At the same time, inside and outside the hospital, there are also many rooms for treating dwarves.
Those dark iron dwarf warriors who were slightly injured and moderately injured and did not need to enter the operating room were treated by military doctors and nurses outside.
The dwarf's dressing technique is really uncomplimentable, and there are so many wounded that many soldiers from the base came to help.
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Remove the dirty yellow bandages on the wounds of the dwarves, spray them with alcohol to disinfect, and listen to the heart-piercing screams of the dwarves. He said soothingly, "Hold back, treat, friend."
It doesn't matter whether the dwarves who kill pigs understand it or not, it's important to treat the wound.
After disinfection, white gauze and bandages were immediately wrapped around it.
Those who need splints have also been slapped with new splints.
The dwarves, who were "killed" by the Chinese people like pigs just now, looked at the brand new bandages, brand new splints, and their wounds had been relieved by a lot of pain. They looked at the Chinese people who treated them with a simple and honest smile. , speaking the only Chinese sentence he has learned, and gratefully said: "crab crab!"
Qi Ye and An Rui looked at the report in their hands. In one day, the base treated 221 black iron dwarves. ,
Among them, 168 suffered minor and moderate injuries. After the wounds were treated, they were already alive and kicking. They looked around like a curious child who had entered a playground in the base.
53 people were seriously injured, 7 people died, only 46 people survived after treatment and are currently lying in the ward, receiving follow-up treatment and care.
Although 7 people died, this result is undoubtedly the best result for the legion commander Lei Ting, even in Iron Hammer Castle, or even returning to the capital of the Black Iron Kingdom in an instant, these warriors under his command are not Probably so many were saved.
In Lei Ting's eyes, the Chinese people undoubtedly created a huge medical miracle.
An Rui, the deputy commander of the virtual base with the rank of colonel, looked at the report and said excitedly: "Boss Qi, it is to destroy Beamon and save the Black Iron Dwarf Legion.
With this gift, our diplomatic operations in the Dark Iron Kingdom will be much easier. "
Qi Ye smiled, scratched his forehead, clicked on the strange report on the desktop, and said, "Don't forget, the smell of burning gasoline and diesel is also a huge temptation for dwarves.
By the way, tonight, let the base canteen be temporarily changed to a Beamon feast, so that everyone can relax. "