Data Wasteland

When Chen Xing came to Lanhua Town Hospital, he found that the place was overcrowded, and even the corridors were put on hospital beds. Lanhua Town is just a fringe town. The population was not large. So many soldiers and workers came all of a sudden. In addition, it came from a big city. There were more frictions with the locals. Various conflicts emerged one after another. The hospital was soon injured. Sickness is full.

In desperation, Chen Xing had to diverted to the commercial street in the town to find the small clinic that treated him for the corrosion injury last time. He had a good impression of the slightly blessed middle-aged male doctor. Although the equipment was a bit old and the sanitary conditions were sloppy, the effect of the last treatment was quite good. The wound was not inflamed and healed quickly.

"Pong Cang!"

But as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the clinic, Chen Xing saw a white figure crashing out of the glass window. When I walked up and looked, it turned out to be the doctor in the clinic, wearing a dirty white coat, spraying blood in his mouth and coughing endlessly. He quickly helped him up. Before he had time to ask what happened, a few men in dark-green military uniforms kicked out and pointed at the pale middle-aged doctor and yelled: "Quack doctor, can't cure Grandpa's illness? Dare to collect money, is it a bully to be a grandfather!"

"Kill him!" "The country doctor just owes it." The men squeezed their fists.

The middle-aged doctor seemed to be anxious, pointing at the man headed, shaking all over, "You guys, don't deceive people too much! Cough cough cough!" He coughed while talking, his mouth was full of blood.

"Fucking death!" The headed man yelled, raised a big fist, and hit it straight. The fist wind is fierce and full of strength. If the hit is solid this time, the cervical spine will be broken.

Chen Xing originally didn't want to cause trouble, but he couldn't see it. Besides, he still asked the doctor for treatment later, and the doctor was gone, so someone would treat him and kicked him out immediately.

"Crack!"

The hard army boots kicked on the opponent's calf bone, and suddenly made a crisp sound. The man's fist froze in the air, his face rose to the color of pig liver. Then he fell to the ground with his legs in arms, making a huge scream.

"Wow!"

"Who!" "Kill him!" The accompanying men immediately yelled and drew their pistols from their waists.

Chen Xing had been holding his stomach before he came, and now even the soldiers dared to bully him. He couldn't bear it. He pushed the middle-aged doctor away, slammed into the man who was drawing the gun, and then punched back and swept the second man. On the bridge of his nose, he pulled out the pistol and smashed it on the temple of the third place.

After putting down the three of them in an instant, Chen Xing sorted out his military uniform, and stood there in his spare time, looking at the wailing people on the floor.

"You, do you dare to beat people!" "Do you know who we are, we are the Luo Family Army of Gray Point City!" "You are dead!"

In a short while, the four men ran off the ground, and they didn't forget to turn their heads and say harsh words as they ran.

"Captain Chen, thank you, thank you." The middle-aged doctor recognized Chen Xing and said, panting.

"It's okay?" "It's okay, just a little skin trauma." The two said as they entered the clinic. Speaking of it, this is still Chen Xing's site, and he has to come to collect taxes every month. It is his job to help out.

"What's the matter?" the doctor asked.

Chen Xing pulled off the towel, exposing his burned hand, and said, "High voltage, electric injury."

"Let me see..." The doctor put on half of the broken glasses, observed for a while, and said, "Skin trauma, it's okay." Then he got up and walked to a cylindrical instrument more than two meters high and opened the curved one. The glass windows were cleaned with alcohol and cotton.

After fixing it, he moved a small white round stool with a lot of patent leather off, pointed to the circular space in the instrument and said to Chen Xing, "Put your hands in." Then he added, "You won't be charged this time. Money, but if you want to inject "Red Dream", you have to charge extra."

What he called "Red Dream" is a hallucinogen that can be used in medical treatment. After injection, the whole world is red. It can increase the secretion of dopamine, but it is not easy to cause drug dependence.

"No need for anesthesia." Chen Xing took off his coat and put it on the table, then walked over to sit down and put his hand into the instrument. Above the circular space is an octopus-shaped mechanical body, with more than a dozen mechanical tentacles contracted into a circle, with surgical instruments such as syringes, tweezers, crochet needles, and small knives at the end.

After Chen Xing put his hand in, the surrounding sponges expanded, sealing the opening, forming a closed space.

"laugh…"

There was a sound of discouragement, and Chen Xing clearly felt the muscles in his hands contracting. This was because the therapeutic apparatus was drawing air and then injecting sterile inert gas. Immediately afterwards, a large amount of white mist sprayed out from the upper circular hole, which fell on the wound hot, but the other places were cold.

Chen Xing knew that it was an alcohol spray for disinfection. Then, all the mechanical arms were opened, and they were busy around Chen Xing's hands.

There were bursts of stinging pain, like an ant biting, but it was still bearable. The treatment instrument makes general surgery easy. As long as the doctor sets the necessary procedures, it can automatically treat the wound with great precision. However, large-scale operations still rely on manual labor. After all, machinery will only operate according to procedures and cannot respond to various emergencies.

Compared with the medical level on the earth, the red earth continent has been ahead of hundreds of years, even thousands of years. Treating cancer and AIDS is like treating a cold, just a shot.

The reason why the medical level of this world far surpasses that of the earth is mainly due to the rare element-radium 2315 discovered after the cataclysm.

This isotope of "radium" is also called "Hades's nightmare". It possesses the most original life force of mankind and has the effect of resurrecting the dead. It can be taken by a fully healthy person and can extend lifespan.

Just as the discovery of "penicillin" made surgical operations possible, the discovery of "Radium 2315" brought the world's medical level to a new height. If you can afford it, even a cranial surgery can be performed perfectly, but the cost is more expensive, and it can only be enjoyed by the large aristocratic group.

In the instrument, dozens of mechanical tentacles surround Chen Xing's palm, twisting up and down, like insects vying for food. And in the tray underneath, black dead skin was constantly falling. About ten minutes later, the mechanical tentacles retracted upwards, revealing a **** arm. The surface was covered with tiny blood vessels, which were sticky and erosive, and looked terrifying.

"I only have sk9 here, and it will take about five days to recover." The doctor said. "Sk9" is the cheapest artificial skin in the world. Due to its low price, the side effects are also obvious. The wound will be very itchy in the last two days and it is easy to be pierced by the patient.

"All right," Chen Xing said. He used to be a low-level mercenary, and it was already good to have medical treatment, and those side effects didn't matter at all.

After confirming with Chen Xing, the doctor lights up the touch screen on the treatment device and enters instructions. A few seconds later, the mechanical tentacles started to work again, this time with a milky white medicine bottle, spraying water mist toward the wound.

After another ten minutes, the mechanical tentacles retracted, and the spray nozzle on it sprayed alcohol, and Chen Xing only felt the cold in his right hand.

"laugh…"

The frustration sounded again, and the sponge contracted around. Chen Xing pulled out his hand, and the skin on his hand was smooth and translucent, like wearing a pair of thin rubber gloves. Chen Xing moved his fingers, feeling that he was still flexible, and there was nothing serious about it.

The doctor prescribed some anti-inflammatories for him, and then suggested, "It is best to get a small injection to completely repair the muscle trauma, so as not to leave any sequelae."

"I see." Chen Xing nodded and said, giving five gold coins symbolically, then put on his coat and left. A treatment like this requires at least twenty or thirty gold coins, but he helped the other party, so he accepted the free treatment with peace of mind. After all, he had a conflict with the staff dispatched by the Luo family, even if he didn't need to lose money, he had to find Xiao Wu to get through.