Wang Zhen was silent for a while, and then asked, "Why do you have to have a blood transfusion if you can't save it?" ”

"It's not about saving people, it's for us to see, it's to calm our emotions." The poet took another puff, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out with his foot, "There have been more than one time when doctors gave up those wounded who basically had no hope of healing to treat others because there were too many wounded and were too busy to treat others, and then they were injured by excited wounded comrades. ”

"Well, there are also killed, you know, soldiers are generally more irritable, especially those who have just come down from the battlefield, and they all have guns on them, and then there is this rule."

Wang Zhenleng paused, this ...... The military doctor is quite dangerous, and he really can't do it without some guts.

But......

Wang Zhen thought for a moment and asked again, "Why didn't Daryl arrange a regular hospital for us, but this kind of black clinic?" ”

"This is Iraq, there are terrorists everywhere, I don't know how many attacks happen every day, except for the doctors of the Red Cross, normal doctors who want to come here." The poet whispered, "The vast majority of the doctors who come to work here are guilty. ”

"No wonder that guy just shouted louder than me, and he doesn't look like a good person."

"Shajirat, push the guy who got shot in the ass." The male doctor's voice rang out in the room again.

Wang Zhen hurriedly stood up, wanting to see if he could help.

"Hey, you're just in time, push this guy out." The male doctor was washing the blood from his hands by the pool, and when he saw Wang Zhen coming in, he immediately shouted, "Push that ass in, Shajirat, help me change my clothes and get a new set of surgical tools." ”

Wang Zhen hurriedly ran in, the shovel was lying on the flat car, the shoulder wound had been stitched up, the technique was very rough, and the wrist position was re-fixed by a plastic device, and only a simple treatment was done.

"This hand ......," Wang Zhen couldn't help but ask.

"I can take it, but now that I'm connected it, this hand will be completely useless, do you need it?" The doctor said, with a glance.

"What then?"

"You are Americans, go back to the United States to find a special orthopedic department for connection, you don't expect me to have those advanced instruments here, right?" The doctor didn't show the slightest fear of the grumpy soldier, and spoke very casually, "Hurry up, don't waste time, unless you want this guy's hands and the golden retriever's feet outside to be completely necrotic!" ”

"Hurry up and push that ass in, get the warhead and you go!"

"Of course, it's okay to go now, it's a big problem for the warhead to stay in the ass for another day, and you can't die."

"This ......" Wang Zhen was suddenly a little at a loss, and subconsciously lowered his head and asked, "Shovel, what do you think?" ”

"I tranquilized him, fell asleep, give you two minutes to decide, can't you just find a medic for your squad, I hate to hesitate." The doctor complained.

Wang Zhen didn't speak, and quickly pushed the shovel out and told the matter.

"Treat the Golden Retriever's foot first, I'll be fine, and then go back to Baghdad immediately and let Daryl arrange the hospital." The donkey said.

Seeing this, Wang Zhen didn't ask what the golden retriever meant, and pushed him into the operating room.

I didn't dare to look at it, that is, about 15 minutes, the doctor pushed the golden retriever out, "The wound has been treated, this is a broken bone." ”

"Okay, how much?" Wang Zhen hurriedly asked.

"No, Saif has a monthly subscription with me." The doctor smiled and said, "I will give you a suggestion, go back to the United States directly, if he handles most of the functions of his foot well, he can recover." ”

Several people glanced at each other and immediately said, "Go!" ”

"Hey, if the U.S. is too expensive, then go to Cuba."

"Thank you!" Wang Zhen turned around and gave a thumbs up.

"Daryl, I'm Wang, the doctor here suggested that the golden retriever and the shovel go back to the United States directly for treatment, we need a plane now, immediately, immediately!"

……

Baghdad.

The entrance of the hospital was brightly lit, and a Black Hawk landed on the parking lot, Wang Zhen opened the cabin door and jumped out, and at a glance saw Daryl and several company security personnel waiting not far away.

The propeller slowly stopped, and several hospital medical staff came over pushing flat carts.

Carefully carried the mule's stretcher down, and in the doctor's mouth, the guy's injuries were not serious, except for a bullet in the buttocks, two broken ribs, and a few contusions and abrasions on his body.

Daryl walked over, and the donkey looked up and stared at Daryl coldly, "What about that bastard at Cobham, why didn't he come, is he afraid that I will kill him!" ”

"He arranged a private jet at the airport, and when he came, he came by Mr. Marz's private jet, and if he wants to send you back immediately, he can only take Mr. Marz's private jet." Daryl whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't send someone to save you. ”

"Well, you can say that to the bayonet." The donkey tilted his head and closed his eyes.

The doctor pushed the donkey away in a flat cart, and Daryl walked to the cabin, where Wang Zhen stood motionless across from him, staring at Daryl like that.

"I want to see the bayonet." Daryl whispered.

Wang Zhen still didn't move.

"Let him come, king." The Golden Retriever shouted.

Wang Zhen then gave way to his position, and Daryl boarded the cabin, gently pulled the white cloth on the head of the bayonet, sighed, and sat down on the floor in a dejected manner.

"Golden Retriever, your feet ......," Daryl asked, looking at Golden Retriever.

"The doctor said that if the treatment is good, it can restore a huge part of the function." Golden Retriever said.

"Where's the shovel?"

"He, his hand can't be recovered."

"Retired...... It's pretty good, too. ”

Raising his hand and rubbing his face vigorously, Daryl looked up at Wang Zhen and said, "Wang, come up, let's go to the airport and send them back." ”

"What about the donkey?" Wang Zhen asked with a frown.

"His injury is not a problem, after a few days of recuperation, he can fly by himself, you have to follow him to the United States, there is such a big thing in the sickle team, there will be many things to deal with, and the golden retriever is obviously unable to deal with it now."

Wang Zhen nodded.

Baghdad International Airport, where helicopters are parked directly on the tarmac.

As soon as he got off the plane, Wang Zhen saw Cobham, and a fire suddenly burned straight from his chest and burned into his head.

Without saying a word, he strode over and raised his hand with a punch.

Cobham didn't dodge either, just like that, Wang Zhen hit Wang Zhen on the left cheek.

"Relieved?"

"Nope!" Wang Zhen punched him again, but Cobham still didn't move.

When he was about to fight again, he was hugged by Daryl from behind.

"You let go!" Wang Zhen struggled hard.

"Damn, why didn't you save us, why!"

"We're fucking working for the company!"

"We're under attack, what are you doing when you're desperate?"

"You're fucking sleeping!"

"You son of a bitch!"

"I think you can understand it, but you can't save it." Cobham raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, "If there is a way, I will not fail to save people." ”

"Fart, you just don't want to!" Wang Zhen's expression was hideous, and he pointed at Cobham and shouted: "When you make money, the company takes the lion's head, and you don't fucking turn a blind eye when something happens, this is the Imperial Barrier, fuck you, the Imperial Barrier, I'll see who the fuck will give you back your life!" ”

"There are some words, let's talk about them when you calm down, OK?" Cobham sighed softly, "Now, send them back for treatment." ”

Speaking of treatment, Wang Zhen stopped struggling and stared at Cobham viciously, "The best hospital, the best treatment." ”

Cobham was silent for a moment before he said, "We'll do our best." ”

"Fuck you!" As soon as Wang Zhen heard this, he exploded, and the leader's words highlighted a perfunctory matter, "I can't cure them, I'll kill you, I'll kill you!" ”

"Can you fucking calm down, you look like a simple-minded young man who doesn't know anything!" Cobham finally couldn't stop the depression in his heart, and he didn't feel good, "How can I save people, am I the fucking president of the United States?" Someone will give me his life in a word! ”

"If that were the case, I wouldn't be standing here and letting you bastard punch me twice!"

"All I can do is balance it to the maximum extent possible so that things don't get completely out of control!"

"How can I find a hospital for Bourne and them, the company has the company's rules and regulations, they must go through insurance, and the medical standard can only be followed by the insurance contract, do you know how many people are injured in the imperial barrier every year?"

"Isn't it true that every injured person's teammates should fucking put a gun to my head in the future and let me provide them with better medical conditions."

Cobham stepped up to Wang Zhen, leaned over and shouted, "Tell me! ”

"And then, do you know how much impact we have to break the convention on the bereavement rules of the entire PMC?"

"Do you fucking think you can challenge the rules of the industry!"

Wang Zhen stared at Cobham, his teeth clucking, but he couldn't say a word.

Cobham gasped and looked at Wang Zhen, for a long time, he took a deep breath, tidied up his clothes, hairstyle, and his face turned into a calm look again, "Okay, take them on the plane, don't waste time, they have already helped you find a hospital, and it is already the best that the company can coordinate." ”

"Huh......" Wang Zhen exhaled, "This matter is not over, the company must give us an explanation." ”

With that, Wang Zhen shook his arm hard, and Daryl let go of him.

On the helicopter side, the golden retriever and shovel had already been helped by the airport staff to get people down, including the corpse of the bayonet, and Wang Zhen strode towards the poet's plane.

Daryl took two quick steps to catch up, "I have to say, we used to be brothers who went to war together, Cobham has done his best, on the surface, there is so much the company can do, but I heard Cobham call Mr. Marz, and Mr. Marz will come forward to solve some problems." ”

Wang Zhen didn't speak, and didn't stop until he walked under the private jet, "What I actually thought of was just ......"

As he spoke, Wang Zhen covered his face.

"I know, I know, you're a good fellow, Golden Retriever is right." Daryl patted Wang Zhen on the back, "Don't be sad, there are medical personnel on the plane, you can sleep well, the golden retriever is lying down, there are still many things you need to do when you get there." ”

"I see, that's all." Wang Zhen rubbed his face and stepped onto the plane.

He had only flown on an ordinary plane twice, let alone a private jet, and this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.

I just didn't expect the first ride to turn out to be in this case.