Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 151 03.0150: ‘I will not let my loyal men bleed and cry’

“Something that can help me relieve my fatigue and tiredness. And there are a few minor injuries here. Medical officer, you can help me. Sister, please continue your operation.” Horatio said.

“Okay, please wait.” The ship’s doctor nodded and immediately went to get Horatio’s officers’ special non-side effect refreshing medicine and hemostatic gel.

Horatio rolled up his sleeves and exposed the bleeding wound. While waiting for the bleeding to stop, he watched the nun prepare the operation for the child with a broken arm.

“Sir, is your arm broken like this too?” The boy lying on the operating table looked at Horatio’s iron hand, and asked with trembling white lips.

Horatio glanced at his iron hand and nodded along with his words: “Yes.”

“Does amputation hurt?”

Horatio was silent.

In the human empire, medicine is more expensive than human life.

Even the wealthy Imperial Navy has a quota for drug supplies per ship.

No matter how many people are on board or what level of ship it is, only so many supervised drugs are equipped at one time.

If you want more, the captain can only go to a licensed supplier with a special order to buy it himself.

Just like the special order that Horatio asked Archie to help him get.

The Gothic Fleet, which is anchored on the hive planet Abyss Port, is relatively better.

Many less developed worlds lack aseptic production conditions and qualified workers, and it is difficult to get authorized special orders, making drugs a luxury that is in short supply.

It has to be allocated by the Star Region Navy Department and transferred to other fleet anchorages through transportation routes on planets such as Abyss Port, emptying the Gothic Fleet's warehouses.

The boat boys are not ordinary sailors. Most of them are children of sailors. There are also "little mice" (the name of these little stowaways by sailors) who sneak up to make a living. They are not old enough to be included in the crew, so naturally there is no logistical support in any official documents.

Captains often still allow the quartermaster to distribute clothes and food to children, and the treatment is similar to that of their parents.

This also means that the children of sailors, like most sailors, only have common medicines and anti-plague medicines, and almost no precious emergency medical medicines. This is the treatment of second-class sailors, one quota per person. As an officer, each person only has five to ten quotas.

Even so, the medicine treatment of sailors is higher than that of most middle and lower nest residents.

But this is not that the Imperial Navy is really willing to be so generous, but simply because they are afraid that the plague will spread to the entire ship.

Precious emergency medicines, no captain dares to be extravagant enough to give them to sailors in large quantities, let alone boat boys who have little working ability and can only do odd jobs.

Every medicine spent takes up the quota of other more important crew members.

It also means.

The wounded boat boy in front of him has to undergo surgery without anesthesia, and he will not get a tube of precious antibiotics after the operation.

"Make way! Make way! Make way!" A medical assistant came over with a hot iron bucket, shouting.

The bucket filled with hot tar was placed on the pusher beside the operating table.

The hot and thick tar was bubbling, like slowly flowing black magma.

Its function is to immerse the wound section after amputation and wrap it with high-temperature tar to stop bleeding.

But there is a problem with doing this, it is not resistant to infection, and many people have died as a result.

Whether this boat boy who broke his entire arm at a young age will die of infection depends entirely on whether the emperor takes care of him.

Hemostatic gel is something that can only be used by professional armed personnel and higher-level non-commissioned officers.

It is cool when applied to the body, has a bactericidal effect, and can also promote wound healing. Others can only wrap it with hot tar according to the traditional method.

Horatio did not answer the boat boy's question, because everyone knew that amputation without anesthesia was painful.

A boiled and sterilized gag was stuffed into the child's mouth by the assistant.

He was sweating profusely, his eyes were blurry, and his eyes were filled with tension and fear.

He didn't cry much when his arm was broken into pieces, but when he looked at the terrible bloody saw, he couldn't help sobbing, and his face became even redder.

The medical sister turned on the high-speed rotating bone saw on his arm.

Buzz! ! ——

The terrifying roar of the chain saw made the boat boy tremble and shiver.

The little boy closed his eyes tightly.

Horatio frowned and spoke slowly.

"Give him one from my ration."

"Are you sure?" The medical officer who came with the stimulant drug hinted Horatio with his eyes not to be so generous.

"I'm sure." Horatio said.

"Anyway, I still have several, right? When I can really use so many, I should go to see the God-Emperor." He made a little joke humorously.

If a person has to use the medical supplies for five to ten operations, even if he doesn't die, he will reach the level of a Space Marine who can enter the Dreadnought.

It might even be worse, and it is not impossible that he will become a human stick who can only soak in a life support tank for the rest of his life.

"If you want to do this, as you wish, sir." The combat medical sister in power armor nodded.

Her beautiful face was relieved, and her tone was more respectful than when they first met.

If it weren't for the navy regulations and strategic drug reserves.

As the Emperor's messengers, they spread the light of reason to the world. How could they sit back and watch such a young child suffer such torture after going through so much suffering?

Horatio remembered that the woman who gave birth to his body was also a Holy Rose Battle Sister.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir! We can never repay your kindness in our lifetime!" The wounded clan family members knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Horatio, crying and grateful.

He pulled the woman up and said solemnly: "Continue to be loyal to the Imperial Navy, sailor. He has shed enough blood and does not need more tears."

"Yes, sir." The woman wiped her tears carelessly, making her face covered with engine oil more messy. She trembled and gave Horatio a solemn forehead salute to express her gratitude.

The needle on the medical arm of the sister's power armor began to inject a dark blue liquid, which was an antibiotic supervised by the Ministry of the Navy with analgesic effect.

The sharp needle was injected into the boat boy's vein.

After a while, the face that was wrinkled by pain began to calm and soothe, and the sobbing and groaning gradually disappeared, replaced by a quiet sleep.

The medical nun was skillful and skillful.

In the blink of an eye, the necrotic part was cut off with a saw. The whole process was smooth and without delay.

No wonder they are recognized as the best doctors and nurses in the hearts of the imperial people.

The hot tar was replaced with the hemostatic gel left by Horatio. After the medical officer helped him, he used the extra materials.

As a doctor, he always wanted to save the dying and heal the wounded.

Inspired by Horatio, he turned a blind eye.

He asked the medical assistant to collect the scraps left after multiple operations and gathered enough materials for the treatment of a child.

Not counting the consumption of the young man's officer quota.

The polymer cover filled with jelly-like blue transparent gel was put on the flat wound of the broken limb.

When the muscles inside are scabby and healed, the next step is for his clan to raise money to install a sailor's prosthesis supervised by the Imperial Navy as a replacement for him, so that he can live a healthy life again.

Horatio mixed the stimulant with wine and took it. Soon, a refreshing feeling made him concentrate a lot.

This medicine is specially provided for officers. It is made of alien plant extracts and is said to have no major side effects.

Horatio looked at the side effects in the instructions.

‘One tablet at a time, up to two tablets a day, and the duration of a single tablet is 8 to 12 hours.

Note: After the effect of the drug wears off, the user may feel abnormally sleepy or in a state similar to drunkenness. If drinking alcohol, the latter effect may be more obvious. Officers, please pay attention to sleep and rest! ’

“…” Horatio looked at the instructions on the medicine can and raised his eyebrows.

[Well, I hope that when the drunken reaction occurs, the battle will be over. ] He put the medicine can away.

Farida stood on the command platform. The display console was working for a while and then reporting errors, which made her very upset. She has been busy until now and has not even had a sip of water.

Because of the characteristics of the untouchable, everyone standing on the platform with her had an uncomfortable reaction. A warrant officer even vomited, and the boarding team members who served as the guards also showed signs of fatigue and weakness.

In the end, she simply sent everyone away, leaving only herself to close all the doors and continue to command work inside.

[Horatio... When will you come back...] She was tired and had never been so eager for the reliable young man to return to her side.

A sense of emptiness and loneliness gradually emerged in her heart. This feeling frequently appeared after her mother died when she was young, and it was the taste she hated the most.

Dongdongdong...

The sound of rapid and steady footsteps suddenly appeared in the corridor outside.

Farida's keen ears moved and caught the movement.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the person who came excitedly.

[Yes, it's Horatio, he's back! ]

The servant respectfully opened the cabin door for the young man, and he strode in.

"How is it?" he asked.

"Well, everything is fine."

"Thank you for your hard work. You did a good job." Horatio smiled.

"Of course, I'm exhausted. I can finally hand over the command to you. I need to rest."

"Captain Peru said that this ship needs to coordinate operations with the battle barge of the Vengeance Blade. We can all rest for a while before receiving the next order."

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