Chapter 481: Henry's Dream

Randy went out of the house and wanted to take Xiaomei back to the dimensional space of the pet badge to cultivate, and at first glance, uh, the timing was not right.

The doctors, nurses, and wounded in the hospital came to take photos with Xiaomei, the Oriental dragon who had made meritorious achievements and was bravely wounded.

The kitchen brought a few sheep to nourish Xiaomei, and seeing Xiaomei's bulging belly, Randy, the old breeder, estimated that Xiaomei had swallowed five sheep.

Well, in the two most tense days of the battle, there was not enough food, and I had been fighting, and I didn't have time to go back to Madrid to get it, so I distributed Xiaomei's rations to my comrades.

Xiaomei slept in the pet space to recuperate from her injuries, and she has no food to feed.

Randy looked down on the intimacy with Xiaomei, and it was still the highest level of trust.

Randy and Xiaomei are already comrades-in-arms with common beliefs, and Xiaomei understands Randy's fight for his ideals very well, where will he be fed a few meals by Randy.

Xiaomei is now a star surrounded by fans, Randy didn't bother, went back to the ward, and picked up the phone, "Hey, Sister Wu?" My chainmail is broken, and I don't have a backup in my hand.

You brought me one more from the warehouse of the Patrol Embassy, my field hospital in Madrid. โ€

Five minutes later, the hazy veil arrived, and there was no chain mail in his hand.

Randy can imagine the speed at which Sister Wu, a white-clothed swordsman, performed light feats from Sitka's Patrol Embassy to the port's teleportation array, and from Madrid's Municipal Square to the field hospital.

Seeing Randy lying on the bed in a hospital gown, with more than a dozen machine gun bullets on the small table next to him, Sister Wu held Randy's head in her arms, "Uncle Junior, are you injured?" Is it taking the lead in a desperate charge again? โ€

It's just that Randy is now a demigod, and it's okay to hold his breath and exchange energy by breathing through his skin, otherwise he wouldn't have been sacrificed on the battlefield, and he would have to be suffocated by Sister Wu.

"That-Sister Wu, I'm fine.

I'm a swordsman, and my profession is to charge on the battlefield. I'm a demigod, how can I be killed by a machine gun? Butโ€”well, the heart of light has a head. โ€

Mist Veil asked Randy about his combat experience in the Yarama Valley, before turning away with confidence, and an hour later, bringing a new chainmail and a dark blue Wind Cloak.

Randy's original cloak was bought when he was just in school, and it didn't have any additional attributes.

It's been worn for seven and a half years, and it's long been too old to be good, so Sister Guangwu has made it up for him twice, and finally it was completely scrapped in the Yalama Valley.

When Randy first graduated, he coveted the Wind Cloak in the equipment store invested by the orcs for a long time.

Later, when he got rich, he had become a dragon knight, and he didn't need to rely on two legs to hurry.

And he learned the kung fu of the Flying Sword Stream, which is unparalleled in the world.

It was already the fastest, and it didn't seem necessary to increase the speed by another fifty percent, and he liked the red star that Sister Wu gave him very much, so he didn't bother to change it.

Sister Wu knew his thoughts, and this time she spent three thousand gold coins to buy a new cloak for him, and deliberately chose the original blue.

The inside of the cloak is inlaid with the magic core of the super monster jaguar, and the texture of the material is also a hundred times stronger than the original, and the master-level formation painted with Mithril powder will never be damaged by bullets, and Randy's equipment has finally been upgraded.

Sister Fog stays in the field hospital to take care of Randy for two days, even though Randy says she doesn't need to take care of her.

On the third day, Randy was already alive and full of recovery, and Sister Fog hadn't left yet.

She said that she didn't have much to do in Sitka, so she might as well help Henry here and take care of the other wounded.

Sister Fog became a trainee nurse, and as soon as Randy recovered, Henry pulled him out, "You're finally done, I can move." โ€

"Why move? Is it because Madrid is not safe and enemy planes always come to bomb it? โ€

"It's because Madrid is too safe and it's still too far from the front line.

You see, I'm a surgeon, and I heal people.

Many of the wounded were brought here from the front line, and there was no rule of law. If they had been given a blood transfusion in time, they would have been able to save their lives. โ€

"I've seen you transfuse blood into the clouds, didn't you find someone with the same blood type to operate on the spot? How can there be such good conditions on the battlefield? โ€

"I came to Spain much earlier than you, and when I saw that the soldiers couldn't get a blood transfusion in time, I deliberately went back to the Dark Continent."

Henry led Randy to a camouflage bunker covered with tree branches, uncovering the green carpet, "Look, what is this?" โ€

"W-isn't this a car?"

"This is my modified car. For my dream of treating wounded soldiers in a timely manner, I raised funds in the Maple Leaf Country, and tens of thousands of people donated to me.

I went out of my way to buy this van and modified it there. See, the roof bracket was specially added.

This, you see, is the storage box, this pressure cooker is for sterilization, and this custom kerosene-powered refrigerator is full of all kinds of glassware. โ€

Henry opened the refrigerator, and Randy looked confused, "What is this all for?" โ€

"It's a straw, it's a long-necked flask for blood, it's a dropper......

I used a total of 1,375 instruments to design this mobile blood transfusion facility. โ€

Randy said he didn't understand at all, but he understood the result, "The result is that you can drive this car and give instant blood transfusions to wounded soldiers on the front line?" โ€

"It's still a big city like Madrid, where you can find donors and store your blood.

I also used my donation to buy enough fluids, glucose, sodium citrate for meridian blood transfusions...... At least enough for three months.

I have been connected and fifty-six makeshift medical clinics have been set up on the battlefield near Madrid.

My car, where there was a need for a blood transfusion, called me and drove over immediately - something that no one had ever done before. โ€

"Then I wish your dream a success, I have to report to the headquarters and go to the battlefield."

Randy was already far away, and Henry was still in place, his eyes shining, and he was waving his fists, "It's going to work!" โ€

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"Volunteer Eleventh Column Leader Randy reports!"

"That, Comrade Randy, the Eleventh and Twelfth Columns, having suffered heavy casualties in the Yarama blockade, have been disbanded.

You have made great contributions to the republican government, and you cannot be sacrificed.

The rest of the troops are wounded and are ready to be assigned to the logistics and medical departments, but that will be at least a month later, and you still have to rest more if you have so many warheads removed from your body. โ€

"I'm completely well and asked to go to war."

"Your deeds have been reported by Hemingway and have spread all over the world, we must not let you charge again, we must not lose you as a hero.

You can go to the units and give speeches as an example to inspire your comrades. โ€

"Report, I won't speak, I'll just charge and fight."

The chief scratched his head, "Well, aren't you friends with Henry?" A world-class surgeon like him is invaluable to us.

I order you to join the medical team, and together with Henry, save the life and keep him safe by the way. โ€

Well, it's good to be alongside Henry again. And, you must not know, Henry is about to go to the front, hehe.

"Yes."

"By the way, please come back, there is a temporary job here that suits you.

There are several world-renowned bigwigs who have to go to the front line to fight, and we are not strong enough to persuade them.

Comrade Lan, you are a world-renowned person, you must use your prestige to stop them, otherwise we will not be able to bear the responsibility for any big man's loss. โ€

"Then I'll try, there's no guarantee of success."

When Randy walked into the living room, he was unimpressed.

Fight to the front line for the ideal, what kind of big guy should be supported, can't the big guy go to the front line?

Randy stepped into the living room, intending to be perfunctory. As soon as I looked up, I saw the few bigwigs that the chief said, and immediately changed my mind.

"Why are you here? This is not the place for you to stay, it's too dangerous, hurry back, isn't this playing the piano randomly? โ€