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When Uday announced the establishment of the medical room, the Black Death people stationed in the Carlton Hotel secretly rejoiced, because in the war-torn Aleppo, they could be injured at will, and having the best doctors and the best treatment equipment by their side was equivalent to an extra layer of assurance.

Soon, however, the Black Death found out that they were wrong.

It seems that this medical room is not for them, but only for the Veiled Holy City Guards.

The men of the Holy City Guard who are injured, even if they just scratch a little skin, will be treated well here.

Others, even if they have broken arms and legs, can only be sent to other places with relatively poor conditions.

Even White, the commander of the security division, was not allowed to enter the medical room of the Carlton Hotel!

Therefore, when a pickup truck came speeding up, and several shouting Black Dead people jumped out of the car, shouting to rescue their brigade commander Ikram, several Black Dead men who were in charge of guarding the gate not only did not stop them, but even pointed out the specific location of the medical room with ulterior motives.

So, the four Black Dead men rushed in carrying the badly wounded Ikram.

As a result, an angry roar was heard at the door of the treatment room, and the soldiers of the Holy City Guard shouted at the Black Death, demanding that they get Ikram away quickly, and the doctors and equipment here were not prepared for him.

"Why don't you let us in?" Ikram's men almost cried.

"This is General Qusay's order and Mr. Uday, get out and don't delay here!" the masked guard stuttered, but his attitude was unusually resolute.

"He's a brigade commander, a senior officer!" Ikram's subordinate endured without a seizure, but his right hand had already subconsciously touched the butt of the gun.

"Whoa, whoa!" the members of the Holy City Guard reacted even faster than they could, and all four raised their guns almost at the same time.

"Get out of here, or you'll be killed!"

At the end of the corridor, the bearded doctor who had come in the same car as Ikram came in a little slower, and when he saw this scene, he immediately retreated, standing around the corner and not moving forward.

"Doctor, doctor!" Suddenly, in the midst of anxious shouts, another car stopped in front of the hotel.

Immediately, a group of masked men surrounded and carried the wounded down from the car.

The first casualty was carried over, his left leg was hit by shrapnel, revealing white miserable bones, and although he was sweating in pain, he gritted his teeth and could not say a word.

Seeing this scene, the masked man who was guarding the door of the medical room immediately divided into two to come and respond, and without pausing for a second, the wounded were sent in.

Immediately after that, the second and third wounded were carried over, none of their injuries were as serious as Ikram's, but they all entered the medical room without any problems.

So that's the case?

Seeing this scene, the bearded doctor seemed to understand something, and immediately stepped forward a few steps, stopped the fourth wounded, and shouted: "Bastard, his ribs may be broken, are you pulling his arm like this, trying to kill him?"

The doctor's white coat sometimes represented authority, and the masked men, who were usually fierce and vicious, not only did not refute the bearded doctor's roar, but were extremely nervous, carefully placing the wounded on the ground, waiting for further instructions.

The bearded doctor stooped down to examine the wounded's chest, stretched his arms under the wounded's body, and carefully propped up the wounded's head.

"Stupid, what are you doing here, help lift him up, he needs immediate surgery now!"

Several masked men immediately obeyed the order, and according to the instructions of the bearded doctor, they supported the body of the wounded man, and cautiously walked towards the door of the treatment room.

"What's the matter, why didn't this person be sent in for treatment?" The moment he entered the door, the bearded doctor went crazy again and shouted: "Don't delay, if this person doesn't receive treatment, his life will be in danger!"

Ikram's men didn't recognize the bearded doctor, but when he heard his words, he immediately picked up Iklam and prepared to rush into the treatment room.

"Stop!" the masked guard blocked the door again, and several black hole muzzles pointed at Iklam and the others, and said, "You get out of the way first, there are wounded guards of the Holy City Guards behind." Only after these wounded have been treated will it be your turn!"

"Why wait?" said Ikram's men, who slammed their heads against the wall.

But the masked man ignored them at all, and indifferently pushed them aside, allowing another masked wounded person to enter the treatment room.

The makeshift treatment room, which still retains the traces of a hotel room, is rudimentary, with only an X-ray machine and a blood analyzer, but four operating tables.

When the bearded doctor entered the treatment room, he immediately saw a tense and busy scene, with more than 20 doctors and nurses standing in front of four operating tables, nervously performing surgery on four masked people.

In wartime, first aid was not so much exquisite, and doctors often only relied on visual observation, not even X-ray machines, to determine the injury of the wounded, and immediately carry out surgery.

The bearded doctor saw that in addition to the five wounded who had just been brought over, a group of wounded people had already been sent over, lying on several beds less than ten meters away from the operating table.

These people are all members of the Holy City Guard without exception, because of the head injury, two people have taken off their masked black scarves, and what appears in front of them are two faces with Chinese characters, yellow skin, black eyes, short hair, and the whole person looks thin but lean.

Sure enough, it was from that country, and an uncontrollable anger rose in the bearded doctor's heart.

Their leader was insane, his country had reached the point of rebellion, and he dared to send an army to fight a war thousands of miles away.

Although they did complicated and strict secrecy work, and even the wounded had to be treated individually, after all, paper could not contain the fire, so were they not afraid of arousing public indignation?

"Get him a chest X-ray!" As soon as he entered, the bearded doctor ordered the nurse to carry the masked man to the front of the X-ray machine, and then said to one of the nurses: "Booster, medium dose!"

The nurse was a professional and immediately picked up a tube of needles and prepared to administer subcutaneous injections to the wounded.

However, the bearded man took the heart booster first, turned around and walked to the door, and shouted at the crowd outside: "Quiet, there needs to be quiet here!" Two steps forward, the bearded doctor grabbed Ikram's arm, pushed the injection in, and said, "Don't worry, he can't die for the time being!"

Ikram's subordinates quieted down and looked at the bearded man expectantly: "Doctor, what now?"

"Wait!" the bearded man said indifferently, turning back to the treatment room.

In the treatment room, one of the surgeries had just been completed, and the chief surgeon stretched his waist tiredly, looked up and saw the beard, feeling a little strange, but he didn't say anything, pulled over a chair and prepared to rest.

"Carry him over!" The bearded man pointed to the wounded man who had just finished taking a chest X-ray, ordered two nurses to get him onto the operating table, and said to the doctor at the same time: "The seventh rib in the right chest was shot, there is no perforation in the back, the bullet should still be in the body, the film will come out immediately, help him clean the wound first!"

"Okay!" the doctor stood up, he already regarded the bearded man as a leader.

The doctors and nurses here, all forcibly transferred from the existing hospitals in Aleppo, were not familiar with each other, and they only knew that there were Black Dead men with guns standing outside the door, and their lives would be in danger if their jobs did not satisfy them.

Therefore, everyone has the idea that more is better than less, and they just do surgery with their heads bored, and they pretend not to see some strange phenomena.

"Legs, my legs!" Suddenly, the wounded man on the third operating table took out a hand + gun, and roared angrily at the doctor who was about to operate on him: "You dare to saw off my leg, I will kill you!"

The wounded's left calf was obviously blown off by explosives + explosives such as hand + thunder, the flesh of the calf was completely gone, the calf bone was comminuted, and only a piece of flesh the size of a palm was connected to a lone left foot.

Such an injury, even in peacetime, is the result of amputation in a world-class hospital, let alone this improvised treatment room.

However, the wounded man spoke Chao + Xian language, and the doctors and nurses couldn't understand it, so they all looked at the gun in the wounded's hand in horror, and hurriedly threw the hacksaw in their hands on the ground.

"Zheng Dalin, put the gun down, your leg is rotten, if you don't amputate it, you will die!" The wounded man on the No. 4 operating table next door spoke Arabic, and after scolding his companion, he said to the doctor: "Don't be afraid, he is my subordinate, and he will not dare to shoot without my order." ”

"But ......" The doctor and nurse were even more nervous, because the wounded man actually pulled the bolt of the gun, and the sub + bullet was loaded!

"Pick it up, you guys connect my leg right away!" Suddenly losing a leg, the wounded almost collapsed, crying out in tears: "I can't do without legs, I can't, otherwise I won't be able to complete the production task when I go back!"

"How can the wounded still have guns?" Suddenly, the bearded man rushed over, snatched the gun from the wounded man's hand and threw it on the ground, shouting angrily: "This is a treatment room, not a battlefield, threatening doctors and nurses with guns, you are equivalent to suicide." What a system, check, check, put away their weapons!"

It was a fantasy that the doctor would confiscate the soldier's weapon, and the other doctors and nurses looked up when they heard this, then pretended not to hear anything and went on with their own operations.

"Give me the gun!" The wounded man with the broken leg had completely lost his mind, and actually sat up from the operating table, stretched out a bloody hand and thrust it into the bearded eye.

"How can this be reasonable!" The bearded man was also a violent temper, and with a slap of his hand, he slapped the wounded directly on the operating table, shouting: "Hold him down, I'll amputate him!"

Although the doctors and nurses at the operating table did not recognize the beard, they were taken away by his momentum and immediately held down the wounded to death.

The bearded man bent down and did not pick up the hacksaw on the ground, but picked up a large axe from the equipment rack.

"Click!" As soon as the axe went down, Zheng Dalin's left calf was completely separated from his body.

Because the beard used too much force, the axe actually cut directly into the operating table, and it took a lot of effort to pull it out.

"Whoa!" the bearded man picked up the calf, threw it directly into the trash can without even looking at it, and then said to the doctor: "Okay, stop the bleeding, bandage, hurry up, there are still wounded waiting for treatment!"

"My legs!" Zheng Dalin screamed and immediately fainted.

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... (Jiangsu.com)