Imperial Army Wounded Soldiers Battalion.
Since the injuries caused by landmines are almost all irreparable and disabling, the medical officers in the army have been a little stretched recently and have begun to temporarily recruit medical personnel from outside.
So Nora and Eleanor went to work, of course not for the meager salary, but purely out of humanitarian aid.
"Another wounded soldier is coming in!" Eleanor rushed into the medical room carrying a stretcher. It required two adult soldiers to carry the stretcher together. At Lv.9, she only needed two hands to hold it steadily and ran in quickly.
After placing the stretcher on the makeshift medical bed, Nora simply used her ability to "take a look".
"Arrange the amputation surgery quickly," she said calmly.
This sentence announced the "disability of the rest of the life" of the wounded soldier, who was originally groaning in pain, and immediately screamed after hearing this:
"No, don't amputate! Doctor, please, at least save my leg..."
Nora looked at him quietly, and for a moment a feeling of pity flowed through her eyes, but she quickly calmed down again:
"Your leg can't be saved. If it's not amputated, your life will be in danger later."
As she said this, Nora activated her psychic ability to silence the still wailing wounded soldier, and directed the other doctors:
"Carry it in."
The doctors immediately pushed the bed into the operating room. Although she had just arrived, the girl had established her prestige among the doctors with her superb medical skills.
Although her cutting skills were rather immature, she was able to avoid blood vessels just right each time and her technique in treating the injured area was extremely precise... Although the girl explained that it was due to her ability, it did not prevent the doctors from being in awe of her and completely obeying her commands and arrangements.
Eleanor stared at the closed door of the operating room in silence. All around her were wounded soldiers who had just finished surgery, with missing limbs. They stared in a certain direction with numb eyes, their pupils unfocused, as if they had lost all hope in life.
If you clearly don't have the professional skills, why take the risk to defuse landmines
Eleanor suddenly remembered Askew's words:
"… It's impossible to solve this problem manually. If we bomb it a few more times, the emperor will understand."
But "more bombings" means more soldiers will lose their hands and feet, or even their precious lives, in the process of clearing mines. Why, knowing that this road is not feasible, still use the price of these people's second half of their lives, just to exchange for His Majesty the Emperor's sudden awakening and change of heart
Obviously, if we just ask His Majesty to withdraw that order, we can reduce more casualties...
She slumped down in a chair beside her, her body and soul filled with a feeling of helplessness and frustration.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you sitting here like a salted fish?" Ask's voice suddenly sounded.
"Ask..." Eleanor raised her head and looked at Ask standing at the door. The sunlight shining in from outside flashed her eyes and her eyes were a little tearful.
"Where's Nora?" Ask looked around at the wounded soldiers with no expression. "I heard that you guys are working part-time here, so I came to find you."