Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 186 Treatment Institute

Crowder opened his eyes and saw a herringbone-colored gray roof with a few yellow straws hanging between the beams and columns. This is a log cabin with only four single wooden beds and a small square table. The wooden bed is covered with some yellow linen sheets. There are many potions on the small square table. Some of the medicine tubes are empty. Some are full. This should be the treatment center where the medical team in the military camp is located.

The whole body is hurting, the chest is very stuffy and somewhat suffocating. When you move it a little, you feel that no matter which part of the body, the bones are suffering from severe pain. Claude reluctantly reached out to pull the bell rope hanging from the bed, and soon heard the crisp "beep" bell coming from outside the house.

The footsteps came and stayed outside the door. "嘎吱", the wooden door was opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a military uniform outside in a white robe hurried in. This should be a pharmacist. Seeing Claude squinting at him, the middle-aged pharmacist nodded blankly: "Wake up, how is it?"

Crowder looked at him for a while before he opened his mouth and said, "All the pain is..."

"It's normal. The guilt is shocked and affects the whole body. Of course, I feel that it hurts everywhere. I have already seen it for you. The bones are fine. There are several places where there is a slight bone fracture. Drink some therapeutic remedies. Plaster, you will be able to get out of bed for five or six days." The middle-aged pharmacist doesn't care about Claude's injury at all: "Compared with you, those who were injured by you are unlucky. If the treatment is not good, they are likely to retire due to injury and disability."

Claude's stubborn splitting: "I don't think I'm so powerful. I have been beaten. It's impossible for them to be retired because of injury..."

"That's none of my business." The middle-aged pharmacist is still expressionless: "My duty is to be responsible for letting you raise your wounds. As for whether your shots are heavy or not, it is not to hurt people, or to fight directly. Death is not my business, it is handled by the gendarmerie."

"But your record makes me admire," the middle-aged pharmacist began to play with some of the medicine tubes placed on the small square table, and arranged the medicine while saying: "The six veterans are oily, you sent them all to me." This treatment is coming. Although you have come in, you are defeated by this..."

Claude couldn’t hear the middle-aged pharmacist saying that he was not talking. He just tried to remember the process of fighting. He finally shook his head: "I didn't say you are so glorious, I have forgotten, I only remember that I am jealous, they have nothing to do..."

The middle-aged pharmacist stopped his movements: "They are fine? Ha..., Corporal Enge, his hands and wrists are broken. In the next three months, he eats and drinks all of Lazarus, if the treatment is not good, he These hands are abolished and can only be retired with disability. Sergeant Jim, the inner sergeant vibrates, the ribs are broken three times, you only have to lie for five or six days, he must be at least half a month. Sergeant Luton is beaten by you. The worst, it is said that when the four crowds are jealous of you, you only hold him mammoth, concussion, sternum fracture, right hand fracture, and have not been awake until now, have been in a coma..."

The middle-aged pharmacist is like a few treasures: "Of course, the most unfortunate is Corporal Wembley. He didn't suffer any injuries. At the last minute, I was caught by you somehow. You bite a big bite down his neck. Fortunately, you Didn't bite his aorta, otherwise he wouldn't have to send it to me. He could go directly to the cremation and go home in the jar. I don't know what his treatment will be. Maybe he can only live in this life. With his head down, he still has to retire because of this injury.

The other two were minor injuries. Sergeant Bassek was slammed on the bridge of the nose and the nose was broken. The sergeant Federsen's calf bone was slammed by you, and now he has also slammed the bracket. I really don't understand, you just met for the first time, and there is no deep hatred. Why is it like a life-and-death enemy, why do you use such a ferocious trick? You just entered the camp, not on the battlefield, they are not your enemy..."

Claude can only help but smile: "Sorry, I don't want to do this. I just lined up to cook. They are provocative. I can only defend myself. You can't let me not let them fight. As for the end, I already have I was beaten by them, I forgot what I did, I can’t remember anything.”

The middle-aged pharmacist looked at Claude: "You don't need to argue with me. You can say these words to the military judge. I can only blame them for their six bad luck. They are veteran oils, mixed in the military camp. In the past four or five years, you know how to fight with a fight. You are a new soldier, you don’t have any sense of getting started, you only know how to greet you, and you have to use your teeth to fight. It’s a joke in the military camp. They are unlucky. I got a sly character. You know, now you have been nicknamed, called bloodthirsty."

Think carefully that Claude really found out that this middle-aged pharmacist was right. When he and the old veterans fought, the veterans greeted the meaty and thick places, which were not easy to cause injuries. It is very painful to fight, but more is meant to be humiliating.

However, it may be because of the habit of the black-and-white snakes in the white deer town, almost all of them are greeted by the other side's vitality. Fortunately, those veterans fight and have rich experience, and they are not killed on their own. So I later used it to even my teeth, no matter what it takes to bite a bit.

As for the nickname or the nickname of the bloodthirsty, Claude did not care. In the military camp, the strong talk had a weight, and the military most despised is the weak. Perhaps there has been this fight, and the days of his own military will be better. Generally no one will provoke yourself unless he can afford to fight back.

"Take your head up a bit and give it to the potion." The middle-aged pharmacist took a tube of pharmacy and walked over to the bed: "I used a blowpipe to blow the potion into your stomach yesterday, wasting a lot of it." Outside. Now that you are awake, you can drink it yourself. It is estimated that your injury will be easier in the evening. You will not feel so painful. You can sit up and have some porridge."

The room is very bright, look outside the sky should be the day. Claude pleaded with his head raised, and his arm was really weak. He could only let the middle-aged pharmacist send the medicinal tube to his mouth, and then lick all the pottery and sputum Swallowed in the belly.

"How long have I been in a coma?" Crowder asked.

"It’s been nearly a day, now it’s three o'clock in the afternoon. You sent it at 6:20 in the evening yesterday. We were all shocked. You look so miserable, it’s like being given by 18 big men. The result was a general abuse. As a result of the examination, except for the flesh and the slight bone fracture, there was no fart. The only serious point was the internal shock."

The middle-aged pharmacist ignored Crowder's eyes and continued to say: "Then the six unlucky eggs were also sent over. It looks like nothing, but it can be checked immediately, and it is almost immediately sent to the treatment room, if it is a little later. I am worried that I will not bother the two on the spot. At that time, we still have to bear the crime of treating the disadvantages..."

Crowder closed his eyes and pretended that he had not heard anything. After all, the middle-aged pharmacist said the more serious the injuries of the six veterans, the more worried he was in his heart. No matter how arrogant, but the consequences of such serious consequences are also unexpected, but I do not know how to punish myself and the six veterans.

"Okay, take a break, take a good night's sleep, change your medicine at night, and then give you a bowl of porridge. If you feel something wrong with your body, pull this bell rope." This middle-aged pharmacist went out.

Perhaps the tube that I just drank had a sleeping ingredient, and Claude felt sleepy after lying for a while, and soon fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I had an oil lamp in the wooden house. Claude found that there were three more people in the room. One was the middle-aged pharmacist in the afternoon, and the other was his assistant. He was also wearing a military uniform. The white robe, who looks like he is in his twenties, is a medical soldier. There was also a lieutenant officer, holding a black briefcase in his hand and standing there quietly, like a piece of ice, exuding the breath of a stranger.

"I knew you would wake up at this time." The middle-aged pharmacist said proudly that it was obvious that it was showing the timeliness of the potion that he had configured in the afternoon: "How are you feeling?"

Claude took a sigh of relief: "It seems to be much easier, and the chest is not so stuffy. The bones are still a little bit painful, but it feels better than the afternoon. You can live with this pain..."

The middle-aged pharmacist nodded and looked at what I expected: "Bell, go help him, then go to the kitchen and take his sick meal."

Sure enough, the young medical sergeant came over to take care of him. He took a long-necked wooden jar from under the bed, opened the thin blanket covered by Claude, and pulled Clot without hesitation. The panties, then in front of Claude, the middle-aged pharmacist and the cold lieutenant officer, blew a long whistle: "Big guy..."

In the eyes of Claude's shame and anger, the young medical soldier named Bell took a large guy from Claude, stuffed it into the long-necked wooden jar, and then smiled at Claude: " Don’t hurt the buddy, brothers, I’ve seen it a lot. After a few years in the military camp, you can take off your clothes in front of everyone’s face and don’t feel embarrassed, bathe in the broad daylight. And you’re here. The guy is very weighty and deserves to show off in front of everyone, envying those who have died..."

Claude can't move now, he can only let others do it, because of tension and shame, so he can't easily come out. So this medical doctor named Bell blew the whistle of "嘘嘘", which was really effective. In a short while, the middle-aged pharmacist couldn’t stand it. He snorted, "I just got it." I want to urinate again..."

As the middle-aged pharmacist went out, the cold lieutenant officer seemed to be a little bit tolerant, and went out. Then in the whistling sound of Bell's triumphant, Claude blew a thousand miles, and it was convenient to pull a large half of the can.

After pulling Claude's underwear up, he covered the blanket again. Bell said, "Man, lay down, I will give you porridge."

I said that I took the long-necked wood jar and went outside.

Crowder’s brain was blank, and when he saw Bell opening the door, he responded and shouted: “You remember to wash your hands and help me with porridge...”

Bell was at the door of the door, and quickly held the door handle, which did not spill the urine inside the long-necked wood jar on the ground.

"I know, I will wash my hands after I finish this, and finally I will give you porridge..."

Bell went and after a while, the middle-aged pharmacist and the cold lieutenant officer returned to the room one after the other. Even if they both go to the convenience, they have nothing to say. They are all squinting into the house.

The middle-aged pharmacist came to Claude's side, let Claude open his mouth, spit his tongue, checked his teeth, and asked several questions. It seems that Crowder did recover well and the person was awake. He turned and nodded to the cold lieutenant officer, indicating that he could go forward to talk to Claude, and he would retreat to the small square table and play with it. Take the medicines from the table.

The cold lieutenant officer went to Claude's bed, knowingly asked, no way, this is the procedure: "Are you Claude Field?"

"It's me." Claude replied.

"I am Lieutenant Judge Billy H. H. Sidley, I was ordered to investigate the canteen fight." The cold lieutenant officer said.