Chapter 1340
Sextant, We've Hired a Battlefield Healer for You!
Meanwhile, at the Rokufen-gigen-do...
He had no idea that he was about to suffer a terrible fate.
Because his incompetent ally in Agency S planned to bring him a miracle doctor!
But! This miracle doctor is from the battlefield!
These officials don't know!
The battlefield healer isn't responsible for curing you! He just wants you to stay alive!
The ward door opened, and a man walked in, wearing a faded old military uniform over a stained white coat. He was lean, his face etched with the wrinkles of time, and he carried an aluminum medical case, its surface dented and worn, with faded red cross tape still clinging to its edges. He glanced at Rokubun Gigendo on the bed without even flinching, then went straight to the bedside, lifted the blanket, and began to examine the injuries. His rough, strong hands pressed against Rokubun Gigendo's broken leg, causing Rokubun Gigendo to nearly faint from the pain.
The old fogies in the S agency, sitting in their stone circle, had no idea about the background of the renowned doctor they had invited. They only knew that this person had saved countless seriously wounded soldiers in a certain elite unit and was hailed as a reincarnation of Hua Tuo (a legendary Chinese physician), but no one told them that that unit was a frontline assault team, and that those countless wounded soldiers survived only because of sheer grit. In their eyes, as long as someone could breathe, walk, and hold a gun, they were considered cured.
The medic lifted the bandages on Rokubun Gigendo's leg, glanced at the shattered bone, touched his face which was swollen like a pig's head, and then expressionlessly pulled a hammer, a pack of steel nails, a bottle of industrial alcohol, and a roll of bandages from his medical kit. His movements were chillingly practiced, as if he were repairing a wrecked tank about to be sent to the battlefield.
"Seventeen leg bones were broken, it's too much trouble to set them up." The medic's tone was as calm as if he were reporting battle damage. "We'll put in steel plates, nails, and fix it tightly. He'll be able to use crutches in three months, and walk with a limp in six months. As for the face... just splash some alcohol on it for disinfection, and make sure it doesn't rot. Bones? Who has time to set them up slowly on the battlefield? It doesn't matter if they're aligned or not. Even if they grow crooked, they'll still grow. As long as he can stand, that's fine."
Rokufengi Gendo's eyes widened, his pupils contracting violently. He stared at the hammer and steel nail, letting out a horrific howl: "Wait! What did you say?! A plate?! A nail?! No! I need proper treatment! I need real bone realignment! I need plastic surgery! Not just to live! Aaaaaaah!!!"
The military doctor picked at his ear, looking impatient, and pressed down on Rokubun-gi Gendo's shoulder, pinning him firmly to the bed: "What are you yelling about? I've seen plenty of people like you on the battlefield. Losing an arm or a leg is nothing. Being able to breathe is a victory. Come on, hold him down. I'll put steel pins in his leg to fix it, then I'll do some alcohol. If I'm quick, it'll be done in ten minutes, and you can be discharged in a wheelchair tomorrow."
Rokubungi Gendo struggled desperately, but with comminuted fractures all over his body, he was completely immobilized and could only watch helplessly as the hammer approached his thigh. The army doctor didn't even bother to administer a full dose of anesthesia; a single injection of local anesthetic caused Rokubungi Gendo's screams to instantly change tone, becoming as shrill as a pig being slaughtered, echoing throughout the ward. The dull thud of the hammer striking the steel nails, one after another, made the water glass on the bedside table tremble.
"Incompetent teammates!!! What kind of miracle doctor did you hire?! This is a blacksmith!!! Ahhhhhh!!! My leg!!! Don't nail it!!! I surrender!!! I'm not going to be the commander anymore!!! Help!!!"
On the other end of the communicator, Kiro Lorenz nodded in satisfaction and smiled at his colleague beside him, "Listen, how energetic he is! It seems the doctor's treatment is very effective. He'll be able to move around soon."
"Hmph hmph hmph hmph!!!!!"
As Rokufen Gigendo screamed in agony, the military doctor discovered... that too little anesthetic had been used...
Rokubungi Gendo convulsed violently on the bed. The wound beneath his bandages burst open from the excruciating pain, and blood seeped through the white gauze. His screams were shrill and distorted, echoing in the ward and making the windows rattle. His already swollen face was contorted even more grotesquely with pain, tears and snot streaming down his face. He didn't even have the strength to curse; only instinctive wailing remained.
tsk...
The medic stopped hammering, glanced down at Rokubun Gigendo's leg where the steel nails weren't yet completely driven in, then looked at the dosage of anesthetic he'd just injected, and frowned. He shook his head, clicking his tongue in annoyance. "This guy's really weak..."
The medic was speechless. He'd seen countless tough guys on the front lines—legs blown off, biting their belts without a sound, intestines pushed back in after being ripped open to continue fighting—each one possessed an iron will. This man, wrapped in bandages, had only two steel pins in his mouth, and the anesthetic had worn off slightly, yet he screamed as if he were being skinned alive. With that kind of physique and that kind of endurance, he wouldn't even qualify as cannon fodder on the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Cui Ming also learned about this and was observing the military doctor's techniques.
Cui Ming stood by the observation window outside the ward, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the ongoing surgery through the glass. He didn't go in to stop it, nor did he intervene verbally; he simply watched the military doctor's every movement quietly—the decisive angle of the hammer, the precise placement of the steel nails, the swift and efficient bandaging. Every detail was observed and analyzed by Cui Ming.
then……
"Amazing..."
Cui Ming had to admit that this military doctor was indeed remarkable...
That's a pretty good method!
Cui Ming himself was a soldier, so he understood very well. This technique of using the most rudimentary tools to immobilize limbs and the most brutal methods to preserve them under extreme conditions was not something that doctors in ordinary hospitals could master. It was an instinct honed in the midst of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a survival strategy painstakingly developed on the front lines where there were no sterile rooms, no sophisticated instruments, and no sufficient medicine.
The medic was right. On the battlefield, you only have the chance to trigger the subsequent infection problem if you survive.
The dead don't get infected, the dead don't get inflamed, and the dead don't grow crooked. Only by surviving first, only by stopping the bleeding, fixing the bones, and stitching up the wound, can one be prepared to slowly develop a fever, slowly fester, and slowly face various complications in the days to come. If one were to meticulously sculpt the wound on the battlefield out of fear of infection, fear of crooked growth, or fear of pain, the patient would have already bled to death on the operating table.
Cui Ming looked at Liu Fenyiyuantang, who was still screaming in the ward, and then at the military doctor's impatient yet incredibly precise technique, and nodded.
"...He is indeed a veteran."
He turned and left the observation window, neither going in to disturb him nor saying anything to the medic. In his view, Rokufengi Gendo truly needed this treatment—not because he deserved proper treatment, but because he couldn't die yet; SEELE needed him alive, needed him to go back and continue to be tormented.
As for the screams? That's Rokufen Gigen-do's own business.
Cui Ming walked down the corridor, the howling behind him gradually weakening into intermittent sobs. Meanwhile, in the ward, the military doctor raised the hammer again, aimed at the next steel nail, and expressionlessly hammered it down.
"Have you yelled enough? If you have, continue. There are three more nails." (End of Chapter)