Warhammer: Start with a dog

"Is he going to be okay?"

The person in question seemed to be trying to maintain his professionalism, but he couldn't help but snorted a little, and the speed of pushing the tube into the injured person's veins could not help but speed up a little - this would not have a therapeutic effect. The change is just that pushing the blood vessel too quickly will cause the injured to "slightly" feel strong burning pain and extreme cold limbs.

"Can't die."

The person in question is the captain of the ninth company of Iron Heart, Pharmacy Master Olimposius. Currently, he has to lead the pharmacist brothers of the ninth company to take charge of two Queen of Glory ships and two Infirmary affairs of the Chapter.

After arriving, he was told that the gene seed bank in the Iron Blood's infirmary was locked with a unique password. At present, it seems that there should be no problem with the machine souls that are operating autonomously, so the workload in this area is not needed for the time being. He took charge.

It sounds like I want to be responsible.

He glanced sourly at the readings on this simple and efficient medical cabin: the flat and smooth backlit panel displayed various characteristics of the patient with reasonable area divisions, icons and numbers that jumped at any time. It was clear at a glance and the monitoring was complete. Here, pharmacists act more like laboratory personnel.

——And it can automatically output so-called entry records, first attendance records, first-day ward rounds, daily ward rounds, weekly pharmacists, monthly pharmacists, and difficult case discussions in standard High Gothic language for pharmacist users. , consultation records, discharge summaries, medical records, and any other documents! !

The throne was on top, which made him, who was also a pharmacist, feel unprecedentedly relaxed in his eyes and heart when reading the records of his former colleagues for the first time.

The previous user was even very considerate - or lazy enough to make a partition for himself on the pharmacist's user interface, and then set up several major categories that the pharmacist could call and combine for treatment at any time. Express mode.

For example, here, area A displays a catalog of combat trauma parts, including head, face, neck, chest, abdomen and pelvis, spine, upper limbs, lower limbs, skin and others.

Area B shows the types of injuries caused by combat trauma, clearly listing explosion injuries, bullet injuries, blade injuries, crush injuries, impact injuries, impact injuries, burns, frostbite, poison injuries, and ionizing radiation injuries. , biological weapon injuries, laser injuries, microwave injuries, supernatural injuries, other and composite injuries, etc.

Therefore, the premise for a qualified pharmacist to use this system is to be able to immediately determine the non-fatal injuries that match the combinations in these catalogs - in fact, what Oliposius did not want to admit was that the establishment of this system The owner here only needs to throw the wounded into the medical cabin, then search the catalog to prepare the dosage of medicine, and finally press the combination button - Dang Dang! Perfect! All you have to do is keep an ear to listen for any abnormal alarm sounds!

What kind of genius pharmacist can invent these perfect touch... medical monitoring and assistance systems? !

And what kind of urgent need led this genius pharmacist to invent this device that would definitely send him through a complete trial and torture process that would last for decades at least? !

Olimposius didn't know.

But Olimposius was really sour.

Especially when he discovered that all of them could only understand the labels of most of the magical potions left by the previous owner of this infirmary, but could not understand the detailed descriptions of their effects, so they did not dare to use them without permission.

There is a sudden feeling of knowing that one's intelligence among peers is actually low.

Therefore, throughout the entire work process, the ninth company commander stayed here every day, eagerly absorbing the notes and knowledge left by his predecessor. However, the more he read, it was completely understandable that his mood became depressed.

But now Oliposius's mood began to ride a roller coaster again. The high-spirited part was because their beloved genetic father sent people to the infirmary. Whenever he thought of Lord Angron, he felt warm encouragement. Those The negative haze quickly dissipated like a dark cloud illuminated by the sun, and the sad part was that Lord Angron actually sent someone to inquire about this son of the Emperor who didn't know the heights of the sky!

What is it about this rude, vase-like pervert that deserves Lord Angron to be so concerned about!

The master pharmacist angrily pushed the dose of anesthetic to the maximum, and then the medical module very considerately gave the suggestion to reduce the dose to one-tenth.

"Is it really okay for him to stay asleep like this? It stands to reason that although he received a punch from Lord Angron... Alas, it's a pity that our father was too kind and didn't beat this little kid... Oh, he's not little anymore. ...I haven’t broken the spine of this abominable insect who dared to call Lord Angron my lord, but it’s time for him to wake up, right?”

"No problem, he's fine. I promise, he will recover." The pharmacist said expressionlessly, "It just may take some time... This is all for our beloved genetic father."

Naklo Balor, who was also standing next to the medical cabin, looked into Oliposius's eyes, and then nodded to him knowingly.

"You are right, I know, you did a good job, brother Oliposius."

The visitor then asked about another topic that made both parties feel more comfortable.

"How is Captain Hal?"

"The situation is very bad." A trace of deep concern and worry truly climbed onto Oliposius's face, and he led Balor to another medical cabin.

"His injury is not just what we have seen. It should even exceed the scope of ordinary subspace pollution. Although it is very rare, I think it may be a kind of...causal pollution from the Ever-Changing Believers. I I am ready to submit my latest research report to Lord Angron."

"Cause and effect...? God, how could he... The Emperor, may the Primarch bless him."

Even a battle-hardened Astartes like Balor couldn't help but feel embarrassed by what he saw as the Eighth Company Captain's current appearance.

Endred Hal's eyes were closed, but he was also obviously clenching his teeth, as if he was facing some abominable existence. It's hard to believe that a white-haired old man's face could show determination at the same time. , crazy, grief-stricken and fearless look.

Yes, not only did Endred Hal suddenly suffer a severe penetrating sword wound in a place without enemies, sealed and surrounded by team members, but his superhuman body was also aging rapidly, as if it were like these ten thousand people. The years of stolen time were spent simultaneously crazily counterattacking to take revenge on this respectable and powerful warrior.

His short hair, which was originally only mixed with a few white spots, has now completely changed from dark brown to almost transparent white. His skin has become very thin and dry, sticking tightly to his broad skull, and the age spots are dark brown pigmentation. It clearly appeared on his face and limbs. His strong muscles tightened together with the numerous scars on them. His tall body became so thin that Balor was speechless for a moment.

"I never thought Captain Hal would look so... fragile."

Oliposius sighed, "His internal organs are also severely aging. Thanks to the high-performance medical cabin with a stasis position of the Iron Blood, we can still temporarily retain him."

Balor's eyes suddenly widened. "Retain?! What do you mean, Olimposius!"

"I mean." The Potion Master sighed heavily again, as if hesitating to bring up a topic that everyone thought was impossible and therefore had never been discussed.

"If this continues, if we cannot find the real cause of his injury or find a way to remove his wound contamination mechanism, unless we stay in a stasis position forever, our eighth company commander, the leader of the Mountain Fang, the Iron Heart Hound, Endred Hal, destroyer of countless heretics and aliens, will die of old age in a hospital bed here."

"...It was so cruel to him and to us."

"Who says it isn't?"