Chapter one hundred Accidents

"This would be great! I had a headache before. How can I tell Natasha about this … "The hound’s face suddenly changed." But … Who is going to do this implantation? You are like this now, and you will definitely not be able to come when you are healed. "
"… none of you guys who used to be soldiers can give first aid in the field?" Kelan has some words.
"Battlefield first aid is one thing, and implant surgery is another … Battlefield first aid is to fight for a little time for the injured. If someone is seriously injured, it must be sent to the rear for rescue at the first time. You can be as big as that little medical bag for ordinary soldiers," said the hound
"Military doctor? You should have been a military doctor in those old ministries? "
Speaking of which, the hound’s look suddenly turned dark for several seconds before he said, "It’s a good thing to have a military doctor … but it’s a pity that he didn’t even get the body back when he died."
"Sorry"
"It’s nothing," the hound heaved a sigh. "It’s all over. There’s nothing to apologize for. Life and death are all personal accidents."
It took a long time for the hound to say, "There are too many dead people … I still remember their names and their faces … I sometimes feel that they are still alive …"
"Old dog" Kelan wanted to reach out and pat each other’s arms, but he was tightly bound by bandages, but he couldn’t move.
"Forget it, don’t think about it. Dead people don’t think about how to live in the sky, but we still have to find a way to make a living when we are alive. Well, we are not much better. Tell me about this operation!"
"Two ways … The first way is for you to operate, implant stalagmite fragments into Ivan’s body, and then come back to intensive training after my injury."
"I’m afraid that’s not possible." The hound shook his head. "First of all, we don’t know where and how deep this fragment should be buried … What if we accidentally cut into something important like a big blood vessel and directly killed the doctor?"
"I can participate in the operation remotely by video call," added Ke Lan.
"That you can guarantee that only by video images can cope with all emergencies? You know … this is not a routine operation. I’m afraid few people in the ark have touched it. "The hound coughed lightly." You’d better talk about the second way. "
"The second method is even more uncertain in my heart."
"why?"
"The second way is to accept the SOMA consortium to recruit them as that special consultant, and then assign a doctor directly to perform the operation."
"Can the doctor keep a secret?" The hound’s face was written with three characters "Don’t worry" in vain.
"You can choose a doctor to finish the operation and get rid of him." Kelan smiled. "Of course, this is the policy."
"That in addition to this way? We’re not Ann bureau that group of murderous crazy to koo hands this kind of thing I can’t do "
"Pull this doctor into a boat."
"pull? How to pull? "
"Let him’ accidentally’ get infected during the operation and then implant stalagmite fragments into him … Although this is somewhat immoral, it will not kill anyone."
"It’s … it’s a bit damaging … but there seems to be such a way." The hound nodded.
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Three days later.
The VIP Ward of No.1 Private Sanatorium of SOMA Consortium in Fangzhou South Zone 2.
Although it is nominally called a sanatorium, in fact, the medical standard of this place is enough to kill the ark by 90%. For ordinary people, whether it is an automatic medical cabin or to repair damaged bodies, the LCL liquid department is the most advanced one, and the VIP ward where Kelan lives alone is more than ten times larger than his former residence.
But … Even if the ward is no matter how big Kelan can move, there is a little bit in the medical cabin.
The medical warehouse is a cylindrical glass jar filled with an orange-yellow permeable liquid called "LCL", which can directly supply oxygen to Kelan’s lungs and at the same time accelerate the repair of damaged tissues-like Zorig’s plan to do limb reconstruction before, you have to soak it in this thing.
"It’s a little too chatty …" Kelan opened his eyes and glanced at the small screen on the side of the medical cabin. It’s six o’clock in the morning and it’s time for breakfast.