Chapter 947: Doctor House who was almost killed

Medical center.

Orthopedic Ward.

The young lieutenant was proud to do historical science to Kelly. He looked like ‘I have studied my country’s history, at least war history, and I’m pretty good at math, and I have calculated the longevity of this job’.

"I believe you."

Adam also laughed: "The war will never end, but it is different from being able to stay on the battlefield after amputation. What kind of work do amputee fighters like you do?"

"...Logistics."

The young lieutenant's face darkened.

The prosthesis is a prosthesis after all.

Unless the exoskeleton armor technology makes a big leap, or Iron Man appears, it is impossible for an amputee soldier to appear on the front line of the battle.

It’s not logistics, it’s a death squad, or a dangerous experiment ‘volunteer’.

This is not what he wants.

On the battlefield, there is neither a first-line fighter nor a fighter pilot or other technical jobs. The substitutability is too strong. If there is a slight twist, you may be retired.

The never-ending war ‘dividend’, he may not be able to get it.

"It seems you understand everything."

Adam nodded and left.

Emergency.

"Doctor, help him quickly."

A young woman holding a baby, looking at a man who is lying on a push bed and sweating in pain, crying and begging to Adam.

Adam took a quick check, and saw that the man’s right foot was amputated and the prosthesis was installed. Now it is completely black. He is obviously infected. First, let the nurse relieve him of the pain.

"Doctor Duncan."

At this time, the young lieutenant came to him reluctantly, still wanting Adam to help him amputate his limbs, but when he saw the man lying in the hospital bed, he was stunned: "Jude!"

"Do you know each other?"

Adam asked while examining the infected wound.

"We are comrades in arms."

The young lieutenant walked quickly to the patient and shook his hand: "Jude had his right foot amputated last year because of a gunshot wound and wound infection. He had no choice but to retire. He is our old captain."

after some rescue.

Jude, who had been injected with morphine, was no longer in pain, and looked at the young lieutenant with a smirk and said, "Jack, you also retired? Great, we are all back alive, haha."

"I did not retire."

The young lieutenant glanced at Adam: "I'm about to go back, there is our real home."

"Hey, you believe that."

Hey Jude waved his hand, pointed at his wife and little daughter, and smirked: "This is the real family. We should give everything for them."

"team leader……"

The young lieutenant glanced at the young woman sitting by the bed and hugging her daughter, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "Don’t believe it?"

Morphine-effect Jude is in a good mood, and the truth is constantly confided: "Do you know what I paid for them?"

Having said this, he patted the right leg of his right foot and smirked: "Last year my contract was about to expire. My wife is pregnant with my daughter. She is six months old and we are planning a bright future together. .

But the military wants me to extend my service period, and it doesn't care about my objections.

The contract was signed when I was your age.

At that time, I was full of enthusiasm and didn't care about that much. As long as I could go to the battlefield, I just signed it.

Three years and three years.

Three years and three years.

Many years of life on the battlefield have made me tired.

I see too many comrades-in-arms either sacrificed, or got PTSD after returning to China and became lunatics and homeless people.

Just when I thought I would have the same fate, I met the most beautiful person in the world.

We got married and she was pregnant with my daughter.

At that time, I knew the true meaning of happiness and family.

The military wants to unilaterally extend my service period with a contract that I didn’t read before, and I must agree to it.

At this time, I, who have never been afraid of death, are really afraid.

Once I go, if I die, my wife will become a widow, and my newly-born daughter can't even see the father who loves her.

If I did not go, I violated the military law, ranging from imprisonment to being shot.

I had insomnia for a long time, and finally thought of a way.

I drove away from my home and found a hospital a bit far away. After a long period of observation, I found a lame doctor.

I saw him as a veteran.

I think he can understand me.

So I waited for an hour before he saw me.

He saw through my thoughts at a glance, and taunted me that it was useless to do so.

Because I went to the free clinic to ask a doctor to issue a certificate, it was useless.

But he also gave me directions.

In their day, deserters either fled to Canada or shot themselves in the foot.

Guess what I did? "

Adam, who heard this, looked strange.

He has already heard who this lame doctor is good at mocking.

Around here, who else besides Doctor House?

It's just that although Dr. House has experienced a bit of vicissitudes, but he has to fight a veteran?

Up to now at least fifty years old.

Ah, this...

Adam was curious about Dr. House's reaction at the time, that must be very interesting.

"You shot yourself by yourself?"

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 the young lieutenant said bitterly.

"of course."

Captain Jude smirked: "I have been on the battlefield for so many years. I didn't get shot once. The only shot I shot was shot by myself. Isn't it funny?

What's even more funny is that I did what the **** doctor said.

went to him with his gunshot foot.

He said to me again that this is useless, because after stitching, I will still be sent back, at most I can get five days off...

Fk!

I really wanted to yell at him at the time.

But when I think of my wife and daughter, I endure it.

So I didn't get a good treatment and let my little toe get infected.

Then I went to the **** doctor again.

He told me that the little toe is useless and must be removed.

Just as I was laughing out of joy and sorrow, the **** interrupted me again.

Do you know what he said? "

Adam grinned.

The young lieutenant was silent this bastard! "

Captain Jude laughed under the influence of morphine: "This **** has no sympathy at all. Knowing that I want to stay with my wife and daughter, I have managed to shoot myself in the foot.

But this **** didn't even finish speaking at once.

On the contrary, after my little toe was rotten to death, he told me not to laugh and complained that I did not do my homework beforehand.

He said that the Army Medical Inspection Association will definitely allow an infantry with only 9 toes to pass, because it will not affect walking and running at all.

So I lost a toe and the pain I endured was meaningless.

What was my mood at the time.

If it weren't for me to lie there, I would really want to smash the **** doctor's face with a punch.

You can't finish the words all at once if you are so cute.

He also seemed to see my anger, and said that if the infection continues, more than one finger will be cut off.

I thought of my wife and daughter again, and pressed the anger in my heart.

This time, I asked seriously.

If my right sole is infected and removed, will the Army Medical Testing Association allow me to serve?

He said that according to the regulations, it is no longer necessary.

But I'm not sure how the army will deal with it. After all, there are soldiers wearing prostheses in service. I suggest that I understand clearly.

I learned this time, and I asked it clearly from the side.

Soldiers with prostheses can choose to serve or not, and they will not be forced.

So I let the infection expand, and then cut off the entire right sole. "