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Chapter 947 Doctor House Who Was Almost Killed

medical center.

Orthopedic ward.

The young lieutenant was very proud to do history popularization to Kelly, with a look of I have studied the history of my country, at least the history of war, and I am not bad at mathematics, so I have calculated the longevity of this job.

I believe you.

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

……logistics.

The young lieutenant's face darkened.

Prosthetics are prosthetics after all.

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

Either logistics, or death squads, or 'volunteers' for dangerous experiments.

This is not what he wants.

On the battlefield, neither front-line fighters nor technical jobs such as fighter pilots are too replaceable, and if there is a slight twist, they may be retired.

He may not be able to enjoy the dividend of the never-ending war.

It seems you understand everything.

Adam nodded and left.

Emergency.

Doctor, help him quickly.

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

Adam checked quickly, and saw that the man's right foot had been amputated, and a prosthetic was installed. It is now black and obviously infected. Let the nurse relieve the pain first.

Doctor Duncan.

At this moment, the young lieutenant approached him persistently, still wanting Adam to amputate his leg, but when he saw the man lying on the hospital bed, he was stunned: Jude!

You know each other?

Adam asked as he examined the infected wound.

We are comrades in arms.

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

After some rescue.

Jude, who was injected with morphine, was no longer in pain. He looked at the young lieutenant with a smirk and said, Jack, you retired too? Great, we all came back alive, haha.

I didn't retire.

The young lieutenant glanced at Adam: I'm just about to go back, that's our real home.

Hey, you can believe that too.

The big Jude waved his hand, pointed at his wife and little daughter, and said with a smirk, This is the real family. For them, we should give everything.

team leader……

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

Do not believe?

Jude, who has the morphine effect, is in such a good mood, he keeps telling the truth: Do you know what I paid for them?

Speaking of this, he patted his right leg with the amputated sole of his right foot, and said with a smirk: My contract was about to expire last year. My wife is pregnant with my daughter, who is six months old. We are planning a bright future together. .

But the military wanted me to extend my service and ignored my objections.

The contract was signed when I was your age.

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

Three years and three years.

Years of life on the battlefield has made me tired.

I have seen too many comrades sacrificed, or got PTSD after returning to China and became lunatics and vagabonds.

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 wanted to unilaterally extend my service with a contract that I had never read before, and I had to agree.

At this time, I, who was never afraid of death, was really afraid.

Once I go, if I die, my wife will become a widow, and my newborn daughter will never see the father who loves her so much.

But if I didn't go, I would have violated the military law, and I would be imprisoned, or shot.

I have suffered from insomnia for a long time, and finally came up with a solution.

I drove away from my home, found a hospital a little far away, watched for a long time, and found a crippled doctor.

I saw him as a dating veteran.

I think he must understand me.

So I waited for an hour before he saw me.

He saw through my thoughts at a glance, and mocked me for the futility of doing so.

Because it is useless to go to the free outpatient clinic to find a doctor to issue a certificate.

But he also gave me direction.

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

Guess what I did?

Adam, who heard this on the side, looked strangely.

He already recognized who the sarcastic crippled doctor was.

Who else is there besides Dr. House?

It's just that although Dr. House has changed a little bit, but is he dating a veteran?

Up to now, at least, he is fifty years old.

ah this...

Adam was curious about Dr. House's reaction, it must have been funny.

Did you shoot yourself?

The young lieutenant said bitterly.

certainly.

Captain Jude smirked and said: I have been on the battlefield for so many years, and I have not been shot once, and the only time I was shot was that I fired the gun myself, isn't it funny?

Even funnier, I did as the cripple doctor told me to.

Go to him with the gunshot foot.

He told me that it was useless, because after the stitches, I would still be sent back, and at most I could get five days off...

Fk!

I really wanted to yell at him.

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

So I didn't treat it properly and let the little toe get infected.

Then I went to the lame doctor again.

He told me that the little toe was useless and had to be amputated.

Just as I was laughing out loud, the bastard interrupted me again.

Do you know what he said?

Adam grinned.

The young lieutenant was silent.

This bastard!

Under the influence of morphine, Captain Jude laughed and said: This bastard has no sympathy at all, knowing that I want to stay with my wife and daughter, he has already shot himself in the foot.

But this bastard didn't finish his sentence at once.

Instead, after my little toe was rotten, I was told not to laugh, and complained that I didn't do my homework beforehand.

He said that the Army Medical Testing Association would definitely allow an infantryman with only 9 toes to pass because it would not affect walking or running at all.

So I lost a toe, and all the pain I endured was pointless.

I was in that mood.

If I hadn't been lying there, I'd have punched the lame doctor in the face.

You can't finish talking at once.

He also seemed to see my anger, and said that if the infection continued, more than one finger would be amputated.

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

This time, I asked a serious question.

If the entire sole of my right foot is infected and amputated, will the Army Medical Testing Association still allow me to serve?

He said that according to the regulations, it is not necessary.

But I'm not sure how the army will deal with it. After all, there are soldiers who wear prosthetics. I suggest that I understand clearly.

I learned this time and asked clearly from the side.

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