My Empire

In the operating room, several doctors, anesthesia robots, and two assistant nurses are already busy.

Compared with the operating room of a regular hospital, it doesn't look so clean here, because there are blood stains on the floor, and the blood stains can't be wiped clean.

After cutting open the wounded person's skin, a stream of blood spewed out. If the blood transfusion hadn't been started, the person might have died a long time ago.

"Clean up!" The doctor who raised his hands frowned and ordered to the assistant beside him.

Soon, an assistant doctor came up with the instrument and cleaned the blood in the abdominal cavity.

Reaching out his hand to the nurse, the doctor continued without lifting his head and said: "The hemostat...this guy's internal organs have been shaken...it's really messy."

As he stretched out his hand, he hadn't forgotten to make a comment. In his opinion, it was a miracle for this person to live until now.

While helping, a doctor next to him said: "It looks like it should be modified, but it is very primitive technology..."

They have seen too many transforming fighters, and these fighters have been strengthened in some places, and when they fight, they will be significantly stronger than others.

And such reinforcement can also help them save their lives at critical times. After all, he has a strong physique and can hold on for a while even when he is injured.

The chief doctor handed the equipment in his hand to the assistant, shook his blood-stained hands, and asked: "Are the cloned organs ready? Direct transplantation... He may not be able to wait that long."

Since the Allanhill Empire began to conduct cloning research, there has been no problem with organs and plasma reserves.

Although this kind of thing is quite cruel, it is true that the cloning technology has saved thousands of cloned soldiers, as well as thousands of natural soldiers.

Seeing a puppet robot sent a container with internal organs, an assistant doctor turned on the switch of the container and allowed the air-conditioning inside to diffuse, and said, "We are lucky if he meets us, if it takes some time. , He may be cold."

He really did not exaggerate, because they are indeed very experienced doctors. They have to deal with dozens of severely wounded people here every day, and they have thousands of times more experience than the doctors in the rear hospital.

Doctors here may saw more arms than elbows cut off in the slaughterhouse every day. On the hospital bed here, there are countless poor people who lack arms and legs, and a batch of new ones come every day.

It's not much easier here than the battlefield. Every day you open your eyes and you have to save one after another who will undoubtedly die. Every doctor here has a strong heart that allows them to persist until now.

The leading doctor entered the state again at this time, lowered his head and said to his assistant: "Be careful about the blood vessels... Don't mess... Yes, hook! Don't move!"

"Suck it! Keep your vision! Check the side to see if there are any bleeding wounds! Don't miss it." The blood in the abdominal cavity gradually increased, and he finally raised his head and said.

While the assistants were processing the blood, the head doctor looked at the anesthesia robot: "The heart rate of the wounded...is it normal?"

"Normal! The anesthesia state is also normal, his breathing is fairly stable, and his pulse has not changed much." The robot replied gracefully.

After a glance at the monitor, the doctor finally let go of his heart somewhat: "The heart condition is not bad. This may be the main reason why he has persisted until now. He is very young, so he can persist for so long."

"Yes, he is very young, so we should save him more." An assistant said without looking up while he was busy.

"Is the plasma here?" Another assistant looked at the robot next to him and asked.

Without even thinking about it, the robot replied: "The number is still enough..."

"Keep the blood transfusion...continue to remove the broken organs...mainly the small intestine. His intestines were punctured by this stone." Looking at the abdominal cavity of the wounded like a battlefield, the leading doctor continued his work.

He squeezed out a stone from the wounded person's body and threw it into a tray aside with a crisp sound.

While using tweezers to take out a section of the excised small intestine, the assistant doctor looked at the stones in the tray and asked, "Isn't it supposed to be protected by organic armor? How could a stone penetrate the stomach?"

"It may be that the mecha is damaged, or it may be due to other reasons, why? Do you want to know his stupid injury process?" The doctor in charge asked disapprovingly.

"He just asked curiously. I'm done with the arm! It can be stitched up. Fortunately for him, the injury on his left arm is okay, so he doesn't need to be amputated." Another busy doctor also finished his work and lifted it up. Start talking.

"Would you like to look there... just in case..." At this moment, the doctor who was very interested in how the stone hit the wounded's body suddenly asked.

In fact, he asked this not for anything else, but to molest the two female nurses in the operating room.

Just when he was full of a sense of accomplishment about his problem, a female nurse snorted and broke his pride: "It's still there, I checked it. It looks normal, no wounds..."

In an instant, the assistant who was just ready to be proud was stunned by the sturdy female nurses.

No way, working in this place where there are wounded and soldiers everywhere, any female nurse will become tough. They hurriedly in the 500-speed car every day, and didn't care about any sensitive words.

What scene have they never seen? What kind of wounded did they not serve? These nurses even knew that among the wounded in the ward next door, which ones were of the broken incense.

This is the war. Except for the seemingly brilliant results and the brilliance of the world, the corners are full of dirty and run-down wars.

There are people dying humblely all the time, but people can only remember those heroes and villains. No way, this is war, a war that makes people want to scold their mothers.

"It's time to sew... he... survived." Finally, when the atmosphere began to become a little depressed, the head doctor raised his hands, allowing the blood from his fingers to flow down the back of his hands to his elbows. : "It's quite successful."

"Huh..." Everyone let out a sigh, and then a tired smile appeared on their faces naturally and unnaturally.