"Your Excellency, are you going to do it now, or are you going to wait a little while before continuing?"

Vernia, who put the three glass syringes back into the tray, looked up St. Marshal Arnault.

"Get the injection now!" Marshal San Arnault stretched out his hand to St. Arnault. Marshal Arnault responded.

Vilnia picked up the tray and placed it by the window, then opened the alcohol bottle and removed a small pinch of cotton from the alcohol bottle with pasteurized tweezers.

Cotton soaked in alcohol gives off a pungent smell and weighs a few grams slightly heavier than regular cotton.

Then Vilnia gently pinched the alcohol swab with one hand and grabbed St. Saint with the other. Marshal Arnault's wrist gently wiped his forearm with an alcohol cotton, and the refreshing sensation brought by the alcohol poured into the Saint. In the mind of Marshal Arnault.

After a simple wipe over Vernia continued to clench St. with one hand. Marshal Arnault's wrist, and with the other hand, put the tweezers and alcohol swab back into the tray, and then removed a glass syringe from the tray.

"I'm sorry for you!" Saint. Marshal Arnault's face, slightly pale from pain, barely showed a smile.

Vilnia looked seriously for St. The blood vessels in Marshal Arnault's arms were quickly located.

Vilnya then became the saint. Marshal Arnault administered a subcutaneous injection, and a colorless, transparent liquid was injected through the blood vessels into St. Arnault. The body of Marshal Arnault and in St. Arnault. Marshal Arnault's body came into play.

Less than a minute later, St. Arno's face showed an intoxicated expression, and now he felt that his soul was about to reach the place where God was, and every pore in his body seemed to be crying, and the pain from his abdomen had not been completely eliminated, but it had improved significantly.

"Marshal, how do you feel?" Vilnia's voice was handed over to St. The ears of Marshal Arnault.

Saint. Marshal Arno slowly opened his eyes, nodded and responded to Vilnia: "Very good!" Please continue! ”

From St. Arnault's words did not hear the big problem that Vilnia continued as saintly. Marshal Arnault performs the injection.

The liquid inside three glass syringes is injected into St. After the body of Marshal Arnault, St. Marshal Arno's pain "disappeared", he opened his eyes and thanked Vilnia again: "Madam Vilnia, thank you for your hard work!" ”

Vilnia grumbled as she sorted out the tools used for injection on the tray. Marshal Arnault said: "Your Excellency! If you really understand us, then please don't think about leaving the hospital again! Staying in the hospital honestly is your job now! ”

"Lady Vilnia, which wolf have you ever seen sitting quietly in its cage? The best fate for every wolf is to die in battle when he is about to grow old! "St. Marshal Arnault asked Vilna rhetorically.

"Your Excellency, you are not a wolf! We're not a cage here! We are also for the sake of your health, so please understand us a little! Vilnia corrected.

"It seems to me that the hospital is a cage for imprisoning fighters! Every soldier who enters here will inevitably lose something on the operating table! "St. Marshal Arno replied to Vilnia in a low tone.

"It's better to win on the operating table than to lose your life on the battlefield!" Vilnia retorted in a whisper, she didn't understand why anyone would regard death in battle as a supreme honor!

"For some, it does!" Saint. Marshal Arnault first agreed with Vilnia's point of view, and then replied to Vilnia: "But for the other part, it is better to die in battle than to wait in the hospital for the judgment of fate. ”

"Your Excellency! If everyone has a view like yours, then my generation of medical staff will probably become a corpse collection team! "Vilnya to St. Marshal Arnault responded: "In fact, the vast majority of people do not want to die in battle, they are begging us to save their lives!" ”

Saint. Marshal Arnaud was silent, he knew that there were always a few people in the army who shared his ideas, and many soldiers spent their lives in confusion, because they were not like the saints. Marshal Arno was also martyred for the war.

"That's it! Your Excellency, I am going to make my rounds in my hospital bed! Vilnia put the tray back up to St. Marshal Arno said, then gestured to the kerosene lamp on the table.

"It doesn't bother you!" Saint. Marshal Arno shook his head and rejected Vilnia's suggestion to extinguish the kerosene lamp, having just woken up from his sleep and not wanting to rest now.

"Alright then!" Vilnia nodded, then admonished, "Don't sleep too late, I'll be back here again in two hours!" If you haven't rested by then......"

"I see!" Saint. Marshal Arno nodded, "I'll rest until you come again!" ”

"That's good!" Vilnia opened the door and left, and only St. Vilnya was left in the room. Marshal Arnault was alone.

"She's like an angel in white!" Saint. Marshal Arno muttered quietly.

After a while, there was a cacophony outside the door.

"Is this it?"

"It's here!"

"Then knock on the door!"

The three sounds of "Dong Dong Dong" will be admiring the starry sky. Marshal Arno pulled back again.

"Who?" Saint. Arno asked.

"Your Excellency, I'm Valevsky!" Outside the door, Ambassador Wallewski reported to himself.

Valewski? How could he come here at this time, what happened on the Crimean side?

Saint. Marshal Arno couldn't help but get nervous, he hurriedly got up and tidied up his clothes, and then responded to Valewski outside the door: "Please come in!" ”

The door opened again, and Ambassador Walewski was at the door.

And behind Valevsky, there is St. Marshal Arnault expected Jérôme. Bonaparte.

"Your Majesty!" Saint. Marshal Arno had a look of surprise on his face, and then hurried to Jérôme. Bonaparte bowed.

"No need to be polite!" Considering the St. Marshal Arnault's physical condition of Jérôme. Bonaparte raised his hand to the saint. Marshal Arno shouted.

However, even Jérôme. Bonaparte has approved St. Marshal Arno may not have to salute, St. Arnault. Marshal Arnault continued to salute.

Subsequently, Jérôme. Bonaparte, Valewsky, St. The three of them sat in three seats and talked.

"St. Mr. Arnault, how are you feeling now? "Jérôme. Bonaparte glanced at St. Marshal Arnault.

At this time of the saint. Aside from the slight paleness of his face and emaciated body, Marshal Arnault did not seem to have any other major problems.

"Except for the occasional excruciating pain, there are no major problems at other times!" Saint. Marshal Arnault took the plunge against Jérôme. Bonaparte replied.

"What kind of medicine did the hospital give you?" Jérôme. Bonaparte continued to ask a question, and he doubted that the saint. Did Marshal Arnault inject & Brown.

However, is there really such a thing in this day and age? Didn't I remember that he was only applied in the 20th century?

Jérôme, who knows a little about the development of medicine. Bonaparte forgot that Oneiroi was invented in 1806, and that it really worked in the middle of the 19th century, in Jérôme. Bonaparte's time period.

"Oneiroi" gradually flourished with the development of hypodermic injections, and "it" during this time period was also endowed with the miraculous effect of curing opium addiction.

Of course, Oneiroi can cure opium addiction, but people who smoke Oneiroi will become addicted to it.

The two sides are not a grade thing at all.

Saint. Marshal Arno told the name of the "Oneiroi" to Jérôme. Bonaparte, Jérôme. Bonaparte immediately understood the saint. Marshal Arnault's current state is only maintained by medicine.

And over time, the body develops resistance to the drug.

At that point, more injections will be required.

"How many injections a day do you have now, and how many times a day?" Jérôme. Bonaparte asked St. Marshal Arnault said.

"Four times a day, about 9 ml each time!" Saint. Marshal Arno immediately replied.

Saint. Marshal Arnault's answer made Jérôme. Bonaparte's heart sank, and under this amount of injection, St. There is a good chance that Marshal Arnault will not survive this winter.

"What's wrong? Your Majesty! "St. Marshal Arnault saw Jérôme. Bonaparte's strangeness, he immediately asked Jérôme. Bonaparte said.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing! "Jérôme. Bonaparte shook his head at St. Marshal Arnault replied, and then asked to change the subject to ask St. Arnault. The state of Marshal Arnault in the hospital.

"There's nothing else but travel restrictions!" Saint. Marshal Arno replied.

"Your current state is really not suitable to go out!" Jérôme. Bonaparte to St. Marshal Arno said: "You better stay in the hospital honestly!" ”

"Your Majesty, if a soldier dies in a hospital bed, it will be humiliation!" Saint. Marshal Arno against Jérôme. Bonaparte responded.

"St. Arnault, now is not the time to be pessimistic! We need to trust that God will favor those who fight for him! "Jérôme. Bonaparte comforts the saint. Marshal Arnault said.

"Your Majesty, there is also a God on the Russian side!" Saint. Marshal Arno against Jérôme. Bonaparte replied.

"Russia has been abandoned by God, they are doomed to fall from the throne!"

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