Chapter 556
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The T6 combatant did not even know when the camouflage wound had appeared on his leg. It was only when he took off his camouflage uniform and took a shower that he realized there was a scratched wound on his calf bone.
The doctor held a sterile cotton ball in his hand and cleaned out some fine black particles from the wound on the T6 combatant's calf. He was afraid that the doctor would prescribe medicine for him, so he spoke first.
The doctor glared at him and said angrily, "Are you a doctor? Or am I a doctor? "
"You're a doctor, you're a doctor. I'm just saving you trouble." The T6 combatant was also a talkative person. Seeing this, he kept his mouth shut but did not take the wound to heart.
Indeed, these minor injuries did not require any medicine or injections. Who knew how many times they had gotten them in the past month?
The doctor was not a soldier. He was just a doctor with strong comprehensive skills. When he heard that, he carefully handled the wound and said unhappily, "I'm a doctor. Now that you're injured, I'll take care of it. This isn't saving us any trouble. If you want to save us trouble, you have to first not get injured."
He might have just said it casually, but it sounded like something was wrong. When the T6 combatant's face darkened, Ye Chien also pursed his lips tightly.
Why was this accompanying doctor so bad with his words?!
The atmosphere had changed, but the doctor did not notice it. He continued, "Of course a young man in his twenties has a good physique. It's not painful now, but when it hurts, he'll know to look for a doctor. Don't keep pushing yourself. Even if you push yourself, there has to be a limit. "
Young people liked to take advantage of their youth and be a little reckless with their bodies. These young men were all full of energy when they went out. The injuries on their bodies were all medals of past glory. Although they had recovered, how could they be careless?
If the old injuries were not treated properly and new injuries were added, it would hurt a lot.
The doctor's attitude was a little arrogant, and his tone was not very good either. He was implying that the T6 combatant was talking too much and doubting his medical skills.
The T6 combatant laughed. His gaze flickered, and he looked like a burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He sat down loosely and smirked before saying calmly, "If we don't work hard now, we won't be able to put it back together when we're old. We won't even have the strength to hold it up."
"People who walk different paths can't work together. Doctor, our path is different from yours. Even a small wound takes half a day to treat. Who knows how many bullets are coming our way?"
A civil official would never know the hardships of a military official. A person with a pen would never know how hard a person with a gun had to fight. He had to use his own blood to open a path so that his comrades behind him could walk through it safely.
A small wound on his leg was nothing. A 5.8mm bullet could directly shatter his heart into more than ten pieces and blow his head out of his head.
It was not appropriate for him to say such bloody words to the doctor, so he just politely said, "Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together." That was a pretty good attitude of a T6.
The other doctor was slightly older and was nearly ten years older than the doctor who treated the T6 patient's wound. When he heard that, he looked at the six majors who were like fiends before looking at the young lady standing at the outermost edge of the group. He waved his hand and said, "Young lady, your back is injured, so go and lie down on the bed first. Little Wang, go and take a look at her. As for the rest of you, wait outside after you're done with your treatment. "
Although the T6 combatant's words were polite, he did not show them much mercy. The older doctor was afraid of making things worse, so he could only send the fiends away first.
There were no bullets on their bodies, but they were all abrasions, scratches, and abrasions. They could leave after they were cleaned and disinfected.
Ye Chien, who had a slightly cold expression, looked at the doctor who had just made sarcastic remarks about a "fight." He pursed his lips and said in a deep voice, "Doctor, they didn't get injured from a fight. They got injured while trying to save me."
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