German supremacy

Vogel sat anxiously in the field hospital.The nurses had already given him a shot against tetanus, but as long as he thought of the doctor's scalpel in the field hospital, he felt that the roots of his teeth were weak-even the soup he hadn't had for a long time became a little hard to swallow.He poked another soldier with a wounded leg who was sitting next to him, desperately eating soup, 'Hi, what's your name? '

The soldier didn't even look up,' Lucas Skoller. '

'Which unit were you in before? '

'I am a reserve of the reinforcements. 'Lucas finished his soup, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and glanced at Vogel,' What about you? '

'My name is Vogel Lange.Artillery company. '

'How did you get blown to the leg? '

'Blown up by a bomb. Vogel shrugged, "I don't know how the bomb hit me.And you? '

' About the same as you. ' Lucas took a look at his wound, 'We can go home now, right? ' he asked expectantly. 'hope so. Vogel nodded, and asked the question he was most concerned about, "Do you think it is possible for them to amputate our limbs?" The pain in his legs made him a little unbearable, and he had to carefully change to an unusually awkward sitting position. Almost as soon as he sat down, he felt sore in his waist, "I really want to know how my injury is. ' he said cautiously, gasping for air.

Lucas looked at Vogel's wound, "probably not," he said pertinently, "there seems to be a little distance between your wound and your knee, unlike mine," he glanced at his own sadly. Leg, 'I think I must be amputated. '

'That's not bad either. Vogel patted his shoulder with shaking hands, "Then you can definitely go home." 'He felt his leg wound throbbing and throbbing, and he couldn't help but took several deep breaths,'Are you sure? ' he asked grinning, 'I always feel like my leg is going to break. '

'That could be your shin bone. ' said Lucas honestly.

Vogel groaned in pain and fell back on the bed.

He was sent to the operating room in the afternoon. The doctor who performed the operation had a hypocritical smirk on his face, "Hello," he looked very kind, but that didn't prevent Vogel from thinking that he looked like a horse. donkey, 'do you want to be drugged? '

'No. ' Vogel rejected him with trembling lips.

In the beginning, Vogel twitched in pain—the damn donkey doctor’s scalpel was moving slowly and delicately in his wound, trying to find the shrapnel embedded in Vogel’s leg—and it didn’t stop One piece, Vogel's limbs were weak, his lips were blue and white, and cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead.When the scalpel turned violently on his leg, Vogel couldn't help letting out a high-pitched scream, and almost broke free from the young nurse who was holding his arm tightly.

'You are fucking enough! The doctor gave him a vicious look, cursed, and stabbed Vogel's leg fiercely with the knife—Vogel was sure he did it on purpose—his leg muscles trembled uncontrollably, 'If you do this again, I will give you anesthesia! The doctor gave him a gloomy look and threatened, Vogel felt that he was more like a donkey.

"That's not me...fuck, I can control it..." Vogel cursed back, shaking his mouth.

'great! ' growled Donkey Face, 'Julia! ! 'He put down the tool in his hand and shouted hysterically,'Come in and give him anesthesia! '

'C! Vogel cursed in a low voice, trying to calm down his breath, "I'm sorry doctor," he tried to make his tone sound gentle and submissive, "I will try my best to cooperate. '

Donkey Face glanced at him with an ugly grin on his face, 'I hope so. ' he said haughtily, picking up the tools again and starting to work.Vogel soon realized that Donkey Face was not friendly to him—he was completely delaying the operation time on purpose, constantly provoking his wound maliciously, in order to prolong the pain he felt.Vogel looked at him with hatred towards the British and French troops, holding his mouth tightly.

The operation came to an unhappy end.

When the splint was being put on, Donkey’s face was careless and sloppy. Vogel tried his best to restrain his anger and turned his head away from the provocative smile on his face—but to Vogel’s surprise, the splint was broken. Very carefully.When the plaster cast and the wire were fixed at the end, Donkey Face said in a tone of charity, "You can go home tomorrow, and the train for the wounded soldiers will bring you back to your mother." '

'My mother has passed away. '

There was an awkward silence.

'Feel sorry. ’ Finally, the doctor said dully, straightened up, and nodded to Vogel, ‘It’s over,’ he paused, (‘My name is Vogel Lange’) ‘Sergeant Lange.Good luck. '

Vogel suddenly felt that his face was pleasing to the eye, 'Thank you. ' he said with rare sincerity.

The doctor (whose name Vogel does not yet know) just waved his hand.

So Vogel was pushed out again.