Before the medical helicopter could stop, Wei Chen opened the hatch and jumped out, shouting in standard English: "Who's in charge here?" (This is the only sentence, all in Chinese from now on.)

A man wearing a beige military uniform and a beard came up to us: "Mr. Doctor from Nanding, thank you for traveling thousands of miles to support us."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's talk about the situation here first." Wei Chen frowned.

"Now the Balan Army is invading our Baja and wants to rob us of our resources. Doctor, you must help us."

"May I have your name."

"My name is Drogba."

"Hello, my name is Wei Chen. Please take me to the wounded barracks now."

During the few minutes that Wei Chen and Drogba were talking, the medical helicopter had parked steadily on the apron, and two nurses were taking some equipment off the aircraft with the help of several soldiers.

Everything Wei Chen needs is already in the medicine box on his body, so it doesn't really matter whether he takes the following things or not.

The wounded barracks were set up in the middle and back of the camp. Under the sunlight, the huge wounded barracks showed the same golden color as the desert. As soon as I stepped into the wounded barracks, I felt a strong smell of sweat, blood, and rotten wounds.

The smell of vomit assaulted his nose. Wei Chen took out a mask from his pocket and put it on.

The smell was not only pungent but also suffocating the eyes. Wei Chen squinted his eyes slightly and scanned the injuries of each wounded soldier in the camp, silently arranging the order of treatment for later. At this time, a wounded soldier came into Wei Chen's sight. His

The stomach was exploded, and the broken internal organs were flowing out with blood from the hole in the stomach.

Wei Chen took two big steps and came to the wounded soldier's side. He lifted up his clothes and looked at his wounds. Unfortunately, the hole in his stomach was too big to be mended. He looked at the wounded soldier's eyes full of hope.

, Wei Chen looked at him and shook his head.

The wounded soldier's eyes turned deathly gray. From hope for life to despair in the face of death, Wei Chen could clearly feel the change: "I'll give you a ride, so that you don't suffer anymore."

The wounded soldier nodded when he heard this, gritted his teeth, and closed his eyes. Wei Chen pinched the wounded soldier's neck and the wounded soldier went limp.

All the wounded soldiers around saw this scene in their eyes, with tears streaming from the corners of their eyes, they silently prayed for their brothers, and a faint sadness spread in the wounded barracks.

The wounded man just now was the most seriously injured here. Wei Chen was about to treat him in the order he had just arranged in his heart, but Drogba came closer and said: "Doctor, doctor, there are all skin injuries here, and there is also a room inside.

There are also some injured people who were attacked by the virus, and I have isolated them."

"I'll take care of a few more serious ones first, and then I'll go with you." Wei Chen put on plastic gloves and walked towards the first wounded person who needed treatment. Drogba looked at Wei Chen helplessly from behind.

He sighed, but finally followed Wei Chen.

The entire thigh of the first wounded man was blown off, and some bandages were roughly tied around his knee. Wei Chen turned over and opened the medical box on his body, took out a small scalpel from it and directly tied it to the wounded man's knee.

The bandage on the knee was cut open, and a thick stream of blood spurted out instantly. Wei Chen immediately stretched out his left thumb and pressed the artery of the injured thigh.

Wei Chen put down the scalpel and picked up a pair of vascular forceps from the medicine box. He stretched out his hand and clamped the injured person's artery. Then he took out another pair of forceps from the medicine box with his left hand and replaced it with a new one with his right hand.

The rhombus-shaped scalpel began to clean up the ammunition fragments on the fracture.

Pieces of black shrapnel and a few stones were taken out. Wei Chen removed all the necrotic tissue, then disinfected the wound, and then re-bandaged the wounded man's wound.

"Drogba, go and call my two nurses. I can't do this alone." Wei Chen continued to walk towards the next wounded person without looking back.

"Okay." Drogba ran out like a gust of wind.

When the two nurses arrived, Wei Chen had not yet finished treating the second injured person. After all, he was just a Nanding medical student who had just graduated. He was a little busy handling an operation by himself.

"Doctor Wei, do you need help?" A pleasant voice sounded in Wei Chen's ears.

"Well, one person will help me get the needle pliers, and the other one will clean my tools." Wei Chen had just threaded the sutures at this time, and the nurse came at the right time.

Someone helped, and Wei Chen quickly took care of the wounded person. One of the two nurses was responsible for cleaning and handing over tools, and the other was responsible for bandaging and cleaning the wound, which greatly improved Wei Chen's work efficiency.

Not long after, several people in the wounded barracks with serious injuries had been treated, and the only ones left were some with minor injuries or infected wounds.

"Let's go and see the ones who were poisoned. You two will stay and take care of the remaining wounded soldiers." Wei Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to the three people around him in turn.

"Okay, come with me." Drogba walked out of the wounded barracks first, and took Wei Chen to a military jeep waiting at the door. The engine of the military jeep roared, and when it drove out, it also picked up a touch of yellow.

dust.

Feeling the tremors in his body, a trace of doubt appeared in Wei Chen's mind. It was not suspended. Aren't African people very rich? Why do such eliminated things still exist?

Soon the Jeep stopped in front of a white two-story building. Different from the tents in the camp, the white building in front of it was actually made of steel structure.

"Is it in here?" Wei Chen looked at Drogba who was putting on protective clothing on himself and pointed towards an electronic door in front of him.

"Are you sure you don't need to wear these?" After Drogba finished putting on his clothes, he pointed at himself and signaled to Wei Chen.

"Come on, disinfect." Wei Chen closed his eyes.

A white mist-like gas surrounded the two of them, and it ended ten seconds later. The moment the electronic door opened, Wei Chen stepped inside.

He finally saw the people Drogba said were infected with the virus. They were tightly tied to a raised bed, with a transparent protective layer in front of them.

Wei Chen looked at the wounded carefully. Their eyes were obviously protruding outwards, the skin on their bodies was dry and cracked, two tiger teeth protruded on their faces, their mouths were opening and closing constantly, and their fingernails had become dull.

It was pointed and long, scratching desperately at the transparent protective layer in front of it, and the muscles in the chest were constantly swelling, as if a heart was about to beat out.
Chapter completed!