Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

This war in which the Federation raided the Empire's borders ended in a complete victory for the Empire. However, the Empire's Yan Shang/General was seriously injured and comatose due to the close combat with the Federation warship.

"Your Majesty, Commander Yan... He is not breathing..." the medical staff reminded Lu Zhuo'an in a low voice, for fear of irritating him.

The splinters on his back stung him a little, and he blinked, as if he was thinking about the meaning of the medical staff's words.

After a long time, he retorted to her in a dumb voice: "No, it's not."

"My Commander Yan is still alive. Even if he has no breathing or heartbeat, he is still alive. He will not die. He will not..."

The medical staff looked sad, but they did not take what Lu Zhuoan said seriously. They just thought it was Lu Zhuoan's self-deceptive comfort. He wiped his tears and said to him: "Your Majesty, General Yan has no vital signs. For the sake of your health, you’d better take care of the wound on your back as soon as possible!”

"Those fragments are embedded in the flesh. If they are not picked out and treated in time, your wound will soon become infected and inflamed."

Her words reminded Lu Zhuoan, making those deep, wet eyes light up again.

His Commander Yan had so many fragments stuck in his body that he had to pick them out in time to prevent Commander Yan from being in pain when he woke up...

"Go find a stretcher!" He grabbed the medical staff's arm and ordered in a panic: "Go find a stretcher!"

The medical staff thought that he was finally willing to listen to the advice, so he quickly ordered someone to find a stretcher and pretended to carry him.

Lu Zhuo'an shook his head, "Carry Commander Yan to the sterile room and prepare sterilized medical instruments for me. I will pick out the fragments stuck on his body for him."

The medical staff who came to carry the patient looked embarrassed and looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Lu Zhuo'an, who had not received a response for a long time, was a little irritable. The sinister bird of prey under the pressure in front of Yan Qingning once again appeared: "What? My words, the commander's, have no effect at all now?"

The medical staff who came to carry the patient were well aware of Lu Zhuoan's moody and bad temper. They quickly bent over and carried Yan Qingning, who was covered in blood, onto a stretcher, and carefully sent the patient to the sterile room.

Lu Zhuoan did not dare to hesitate and followed step by step, completely ignoring the sharp pain in his back.

Most of the medical staff thought that Yan Qingning, who had no vital signs, was already a corpse. Most of them were reluctant to spend their energy on it and instead went to treat other injured people.

Some nurses and the like who have respect for Yan Qingning have quietly taken photos of Yan Qingning's death, preparing to make their General/General Yan's death more dignified.

However, Lu Zhuoan refused to believe it, so he insisted on wearing sterile clothes and using tweezers to pick out the pieces of Yan Qingning's body bit by bit in the sterile room.

Some fragments were embedded too deeply, so he couldn't use tweezers to remove them directly. He had to use a scalpel to cut open the flesh on the side bit by bit, and then he picked out the fragments.

Some of the fragments were so small that they were embedded in Yan Qingning's flesh, so small that there was only a little trace of blood.

Lu Zhuoan stared at it until his eyes ached with pain. He stared at Yan Qingning's flesh inch by inch and carefully picked out the pieces inside.

His nerves and body were in an extremely tense state. It wasn't until Yan Qingning sorted out all the pieces of his body that he relaxed and allowed himself to fall down without strength.

If the medical staff hadn't been paying attention to his condition, they probably wouldn't have been able to transfer him to another sterile room for treatment as soon as possible.

The injuries on his body were lighter than those on Yan Qingning. First, he was hit by an unknown object falling from a high altitude, and then he helped Yan Qingning block a wave of debris. His entire back was almost bloody.

Mechanical fragments and glass shards were deeply embedded in his back. The deeper fragments were even at the edges of the bones. A little carelessness could cause him to break his muscles and bones.

The doctor who performed the surgery felt a little unbearable. He held the scalpel and cut open his skin bit by bit, taking out the fragments under the scabbed wound.

Perhaps because of the long delay, most of the wounds on his back had become infected and inflamed, causing a fever that made him dizzy.

All the fragments embedded in the body were removed by doctors. The inflammation caused by the wound infection, under the action of dose after dose of anti-inflammatory injections, barely suppressed the further deterioration of Lu Zhuoan's condition.

Probably because he was too worried about Yan Qingning's injury, Lu Zhuoan woke up after not being unconscious for too long. He had no time to take care of his hands, which were wrapped like rice dumplings. He grabbed the doctor who was caring for him and asked: "Yan Qingning" How is the commander doing now?"

"Although General Yan still has no physical signs, the wounds on his body have begun to gradually heal." The doctor over there obviously understood what was going on, and explained clearly what Lu Zhuo'an asked without any unnecessary nonsense.

Seeing that Lu Zhuo'an was silent again, the doctor asked him in a low voice: "Lord Commander, do you want to go see General Yan's current situation?"

After confirming that Yan Qingning's current condition was fine, Lu Zhuoan had time to look at his hands that were wrapped like rice dumplings, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably: "I'd better not go now, wait until Commander Yan wakes up. Remind me."

The doctor responded with a "hmm" and asked him: "Then, would your commander-in-chief go to the military cell to visit the federal prisoners we captured?"

"One of them was the commander who fell from the sky and hit you, Your Majesty. The military medical team thought of his high official position in the federal military, so they gave him simple treatment and managed to hang him up. Life."

"He was the guy who hit me?" Lu Zhuoan's face suddenly became as ugly as if he had eaten a fly. He frowned and whispered: "Take me to the military cell, and I will personally interrogate that person." commander!"