Make France Great Again

"Your Majesty Marshal, are you going to give the subcutaneous injection now, or do you want to wait a while before continuing?"

Vernia put the three glass syringes back on the tray and raised her head. Marshal St. Arnaud.

"Inject now!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud stretched out his hand and responded to Marshal Saint-Arnaud.

Wilnia picked up the tray and placed it by the window, then opened the alcohol bottle and took out a small handful of cotton from the alcohol bottle with tweezers that had been sterilized at high temperature in advance.

Cotton soaked in alcohol emits a pungent smell and weighs a few grams heavier than ordinary cotton.

Then Vernia gently pinched the alcohol cotton with one hand, grabbed the wrist of Marshal Saint Arnaud with the other hand, and gently wiped his forearm with the alcohol cotton. The cool feeling brought by the alcohol poured into Saint Arnaud. .in the mind of Marshal Arnault.

After simply wiping it, Vernia continued to hold Marshal St. Arnaud's wrist with one hand. With the other hand, he put the tweezers and alcohol cotton in his hand back into the tray and then took out a piece of glass from the tray. syringe.

"Sorry to trouble you!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud forced a smile on his face that was slightly pale due to pain.

Vernia looked for the blood vessels on Marshal St. Arnaud's arm seriously, and soon found the location of the blood vessels.

Next, Vernia performed a subcutaneous injection on Marshal Saint Arnaud. The colorless and transparent liquid was injected into Marshal Saint Arnaud's body through the blood vessels, and began to play a role in Marshal Saint Arnaud's body.

In less than a minute, Saint Arnaud showed an intoxicated look on his face. Now he felt that his soul was about to reach the place where God is, and every pore in his body seemed to be shouting, Although the pain from the abdomen has not been completely eliminated, it has been significantly improved.

"Marshal, how do you feel?" Vernia's voice reached Marshal St. Arnaud's ears.

Marshal Saint-Arnaud slowly opened his eyes, nodded and responded to Vernia: "Very good! Please continue!"

From Saint Arnaud's words, Vernia, who did not hear any major problems, continued to inject Marshal Saint Arnaud.

After the liquid in the three glass syringes was injected into Marshal St. Arnaud's body, Marshal St. Arnaud's pain "disappeared". He opened his eyes and thanked Vernia again: "Ms. Vernia, thank you for your hard work." Got it!"

While sorting out the injection tools on the tray, Vernia complained to Marshal Saint-Arnaud: "Marshal! If you really understand us, then please don't think about leaving the hospital anymore! Honestly Staying in the hospital is your mission now!"

"Ms. Vernia, have you ever seen a wolf sitting quietly in a cage? The best fate for every wolf is to die in battle when he is about to grow old!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud asked back Wilnia said.

"Marshal, you are not a wolf! We are not a cage here! We are also doing this for your health, so please understand us a little bit!" Vernia corrected.

"In my opinion, a hospital is a cage where soldiers are imprisoned! Every soldier who enters here will inevitably lose something on the operating table!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud responded to Vernia in a low tone.

"It is better to win on the operating table than to lose your life on the battlefield!" Wilnia retorted in a low voice. She didn't understand why some people regard death in battle as a supreme honor!

"For some people, it is true!" Marshal St. Arnaud first agreed with Vernia's point of view, and then changed the topic and replied to Vernia: "But for other people, instead of waiting for their fate in the hospital, It is better to die in battle with great vigor than to receive a judgment book."

"Marshal Your Excellency! If everyone holds a view like yours, then our generation of medical staff may become a corpse collection team!" Vernia responded to Marshal Saint-Arnaud: "In fact, most of them Most people don’t want to die on the battlefield, they are begging us to save their lives!”

Marshal Saint-Arnaud was silent. He knew that there were always a few people in the army who had the same ideas as him. Many soldiers spent their lives in confusion because they did not fight for the war like Marshal Saint-Arnaud. Thoughts of martyrdom.

"Okay! Your Excellency, Marshal, I'm going to inspect the hospital beds!" Vernia picked up the tray again and said to Marshal Saint-Arnault, then put a kerosene lamp on the table with a virtual finger.

"I won't bother you anymore!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud shook his head and rejected Vernia's suggestion to put out the kerosene lamp. He had just woken up from his sleep and didn't want to rest now.

"Okay!" Wilnia nodded, and then warned: "Don't sleep too late, I will be back here again in two hours! If you haven't rested by then..."

"I understand!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud nodded, "I will rest before you come again!"

"That's good!" Vernia opened the door and left, leaving only Marshal Saint-Arnaud alone in the room.

"She really looks like an angel in white!" Marshal St. Arnaud muttered in a low voice.

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

"is it here?"

"Here it is!"

"Then knock on the door!"

Three "dong dong dong" sounds brought Marshal Saint-Arnaud back, who was admiring the starry sky.

"Who?" Saint Arnaud asked.

"Your Excellency Marshal, I am Walewski!" Ambassador Walewski outside the door announced his family name.

Valewski? Why did he come here at this time? Could it be that something happened in Crimea?

Marshal Saint-Arnault couldn't help but become nervous. He quickly stood up and tidied his clothes, and then responded to Walewski outside the door: "Please come in!"

The door opened again, and Ambassador Walewski appeared at the door of my room.

Behind Valewski was Jérôme Bonaparte, whom Marshal Saint-Arnault had not expected.

"Your Majesty!" Marshal Saint-Arnault showed a hint of surprise on his face, and then hurriedly bowed to Jerome Bonaparte.

"No need to be polite!" Jérôme Bonaparte raised his hand and shouted to Marshal Saint-Arnault, considering the physical condition of Marshal Saint-Arnault.

However, even though Jérôme Bonaparte had approved that Marshal Saint-Arnault did not need to salute, Marshal Saint-Arnault still insisted on saluting.

Later, Jérôme Bonaparte, Valewski, and Marshal Saint-Arnault sat on three chairs and talked.

"Mr. Saint-Arnault, how do you feel now?" Jérôme Bonaparte glanced at Marshal Saint-Arnault.

At this time, Marshal Saint-Arnault seemed to have no other major problems except that his face was slightly pale and his body was thin.

"Except for the occasional unbearable pain, there are no major problems at other times!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud replied to Jérôme Bonaparte in a nonchalant manner.

"What kind of medicine did the hospital give you?" Jérôme Bonaparte continued to ask. He suspected that Marshal Saint-Arnault had been injected with caffeine.

However, does such a thing really exist in this era? Didn't I remember that it was only used in the 20th century?

Jérôme Bonaparte, who knew only a little about the development of medicine, forgot that the "Dream God" was invented in 1806, but its real effect was in the middle of the 19th century, which is where Jérôme Bonaparte lived. of this time period.

"Dream God" gradually became prosperous with the development of hypodermic injection, and "it" during this period was also endowed with miraculous effects in treating opium addiction.

Of course, "Dream God" can indeed treat opium addiction, but people who take "Dream God" will become addicted to this stuff.

The two sides are not on the same level at all.

Marshal Saint-Arnaud told Jérôme Bonaparte the name of the "Dream God", and Jérôme Bonaparte immediately understood that Marshal Saint-Arnaud's current state was only maintained by medicine.

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

At that point, more injections of medication will be needed.

"How many injections do you have now, and how many times a day?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked Marshal Saint-Arnaud.

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

Marshal Saint-Arnaud's answer made Jérôme Bonaparte's heart sink. With this amount of injection, Marshal Saint-Arnaud would most likely not be able to survive today's winter.

"What's wrong? Your Majesty!" Marshal Saint-Arnault saw something strange about Jerome Bonaparte, and he immediately asked Jerome Bonaparte.

"No...nothing!" Jérôme Bonaparte shook his head and responded to Marshal Saint-Arnaud, then changed the subject and asked about Marshal Saint-Arnaud's status in the hospital.

"In addition to restricting travel, there is nothing else!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud replied.

"Your current condition is indeed not suitable for going out!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to Marshal Saint-Arnaud: "You should stay in the hospital honestly!"

"Your Majesty, it would be humiliating for a soldier to die on his bed!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud responded to Jérôme Bonaparte.

"Saint Arnaud, now is not the time to be pessimistic! We must believe that God will definitely take care of those who fight for him!" Jerome Bonaparte comforted Marshal Saint Arnaud.

"Your Majesty, there is also a God over there in Russia!" Marshal St. Arnaud replied to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Russia has been abandoned by God, and they are destined to fall from their throne!"

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