Old Testament Chapter 170. Swan, swan

It is said that Simon's serious chest fatal injury should be given more time to recuperate, but the evaluation standard is obviously not based on the military doctor's estimation report, but to see if the wounded soldier can come in handy, the intelligent medical cabin cleared the bone fragments in Simon's body, and also strengthened the alloy ribs, plus Simon's own Daredevil Queen's mutation ability, and after having the ability to take care of himself initially, he was assigned to do some light physical work on the written form.

"The D4 channel replenishes two cardinal ordnance, oh, an extra box of defensive grenades, what? Killed more than forty crusaders? "Simon's recovery is far from the standard of strenuous activity, but the civilian officer who has been in charge of ordnance statistics has been transferred to participate in the battle, to be precise, all the able-bodied people have been sent to the front line of the confrontation, missing a leg to operate a fixed machine gun, missing a hand can run errands as a herald, and only a lucky guy like Simon who is out of breath after two steps can be assigned here.

Even so, Simon still had to help Medic Nathan, who hadn't closed his eyes for seven days and nights, to treat the wounded soldiers from time to time, so that the medic nurses could take a nap for a while. Presumably it was the small talk that woke up the military doctor who was ready to go into the "battle" at any time. "More than forty people? The medic woke up violently. ”

"It's more than forty crusaders, doctor." Nurse Hinkson bent down to pick up the monolithic eye, dusted it, and handed it to the military doctor, leaning on a square table made of empty ammunition boxes, with stubble on the sideburns under her military hat, and her voice was even more hoarse because of staying up late, but as far as she could tell, whether it was born or caused by a crazy night on the street.

"Ah~ thank you." The medic said, groping for it back to his ear, his accent was pure, of course, compared to the slang scolding that filled the streets, so as soon as Simon spoke, Dr. Nathan asked Simon if he was from the pre-war shelter. Simon knew that it was too easy to see through lying on this kind of question, and no matter how much he changed it, the context and grammar were deeply ingrained, so Simon made up a lame reason that he had been a follower of a wandering pioneer nobleman, barely fooling Nathan's military doctor whose grandfather generation was a pioneer immigrant in Steel City.

"How long did I sleep?" The medic glanced at Simon's watch.

Simon tugged at the sleeve of his shirt that had been loosened by the untie inadvertently. "Forty minutes,

Little Christopher's glucose Sinkson has just been changed, and you can sleep a little longer. ”

The military doctor yawned, rubbed the bridge of his nose and rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and while his hand touched the tempered water cup on the table, Simon poured him a cup of second-grade pure water. If there is anything lacking in the Mandsville Vault at this moment, it must be ammunition and pure water. There were hundreds of garrisons in the city fort building itself, and no one cared about the ammunition consumption of the internal shooting range, and the condensation filtered out by the purified water core of the vault was considerable over time, and it was rare for Mandsville to hold on to this secret until now.

"Your heartbeat is quite strong, I gave you a beat when I fell asleep." The military doctor patted Simon on the shoulder and said, "Good boy, I'll go see Christian and replace him to sleep for a while." ”

Not so much a nurse as a soldier with a syringe in his satchel. "Let's talk~" Female animals always have a little different emotions when they see the original, especially when they can pull some fascinating old world afterglow out of Simon's mouth.

Simon glanced at the fireworks ban mark outside the armory, admitting fate or not admitting fate is two different things, he doesn't care about the question of living for a long time, Simon subconsciously touched the pocket of his underwear, and felt the emptiness to know that the Zhibao lighter that had accompanied him for more than half a century had returned home. With an M60 as a footnote, it probably deserves a close-up shot. Simon thought, he put down his cigarette, after all, who would give the ordnance officer a match?

The Man with a Thousand Faces hadn't been seen since he had asked Simon to help find the potion four days ago, and Simon had consciously or unintentionally approached the military doctor to inquire about the so-called Captain Slinton. The military doctor has served in the Self-Defense Army for more than ten years, and his qualifications are very old, and he is familiar with the fact that Captain Slinton is the head of the guard of the Capičić parliamentarian, and Captain Slinton is guarding every time the parliament is at a meeting.

Maybe Sergeant Lindemann was also an authentic crusader, and when he became a mole with brain cramps, Simon was secretly depressed. Hydra's ability is too much to match, and Adolfina's shape-shifting ability can be seen in the blockade of the TA68 building in the old city, which cannot be detected by the naked eye, not even infrared, life, heartbeat, and all kinds of detectors

Fa searched for traces of the red-haired girl's disguise, and recalled that when they first met, Simon felt that Adolfina deliberately released water.

I knew I should get a lucky ability so that I could sneak into the X-Men and play dominoes, Simon likes to think back to the old days when he was bored, and the two of them could stay in the movie theater for the rest of their lives......

"Swan, swan, please give me ......," Simon hummed softly, forgetting the second half of the phrase as is customary.

"Knock knock...... "When he came back from shift, Christian's military doctor poured a glass of water and drank it all as soon as possible, taking his assistant with him." Where did we last go? Which is the strongest kiln sister in the backstreet of Steel City? Trainee Medical Officer York frowned.

"Griffin." Simon simply pushed the jug over, "Who else can give a ring if you like, and be a serious couple before the battle." Simon said that counting ordnance was not his main job, counting the ammunition boxes was nothing more than a walk, and serving tea and water was his job.

"I went to Steel City with the S2 caravan last time, obediently, I specially bought a suit to sneak into Area C, spent 100 yuan to squat in the coffee shop, and waited for the legendary steel university short skirt girl to come out, yes, the white-skinned girl didn't see it, and she drove away in ten minutes, man, tell me, have you ever been to Steel University?" It was clear that York was not interested in the only two sustained universities.

"If I've been there, I'm guilty of coming here?" Simon coughed and wheezing, and took a box of pure water, thinking of this, regardless of the citizens and residents of Iron City, they are all eligible to take the university exam in the strict sense, but only a very small number of children of the guild with a solid family can have the confidence to complete the basic education with high tuition fees in the Iron and Steel City, and then take the entrance exam to enter the Iron and Steel University, if there is any shortcut to obtain citizenship, the Iron and Steel University can obtain the number of citizens of Iron and Steel every year, which is allocated to professors, and it is said that with this trick, Iron City has dug up a lot of imperial scientists.

York was not discouraged, and after drinking the water, he lay down on the spot and went to sleep chasing the college girl in the black and white plaid skirt. The same is true of the Christian military doctors, who toiled for as long as the battle was fought. The long life in the military camp taught Simon that you can mess with the instructor and the superior, but no one messes with the military doctor, they are the real lifesaver.

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