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medical center.

Emergency.

what's the situation?

Adam went up with the little man.

58 years old, male, motor vehicle accident, tachycardia 160, blood pressure 80, weak bilateral breathing.

The first responder spoke quickly.

What's happening here?

Looking at the camouflage uniform lying on the patient, Adam frowned.

I did not do anything.

The first responder spread his hands and said, He did everything before I arrived.

Didn't you see it?

The soldier who was lying on the patient's neck, blowing air through a pen inserted in the neck, looked up at Adam.

The ambulance didn't arrive at the time, and I only had a ballpoint pen with me. Don't worry, I sterilized it with ice and snow.

Melendes, take over.

Adam ordered the little man, and then said to the proud man in camouflage uniform, a soldier king returning to the city: Soldier, you can let go.

Major Owen Hunter, Militia Army, 2nd Frontline Surgical Squad, I'm a trauma doctor.

The man in camouflage was obviously dissatisfied with Adam calling him a soldier, and began to report his title, with a suspicious expression on Adam's level with the little man: Are you sure?

Before the ambulance arrived, in order to rescue the patient in time, it was no problem to intubate with a ballpoint pen.

Adam pushed the patient toward the emergency room, took one look at him, and said, I would do the same.

But you followed into the ambulance.

Don't you tell me that the most common airbag is not on the ambulance?

Need your mouth to help you breathe all the time?

Major Hunter, is this how people are saved on the battlefield?

Are you sure?

...

Major Owen Hunter was stalled.

Ha ha.

Christina, who was waiting for other ambulances with an intern beside her, laughed out loud.

Doctor Yang, help Major Hunter treat the wound on his leg.

The Adams had gone in, but the voice came out.

Only now did Christina see that Major Hunter's thigh was bloody, and she quickly signaled her interns to help her up.

Need not.

Returning soldier king, how could he put this wound in his eyes, waved his hand to stop the intern doctor from helping him, and walked to the emergency room by himself.

Major Hunter, what are you doing?

Christina was taken aback for a moment, and chased after her.

I'm going to see how my patients are doing.

Major Hunter looked worried.

Please!

Christina held him back: You don't even know Adam?

Is he famous?

Major Hunter paused: It's too arrogant to be so young.

You really don't know him?

Christina carefully looked at Major Hunter's expression, a little suspicious that he was pretending deliberately.

Is there anyone in Quanmi who doesn't know Adam?

That's very strange.

I have been on foreign battlefields, fighting for my country.

Major Hunter glanced at her.

But you are a doctor.

Christina asked strangely: Don't you care about the latest news in the medical world?

Then I thought of something, and suddenly realized: Oh, yes, you don't even know how to use the airbag, you only know how to blow air there with your mouth...It should be easy to be a military doctor, right?

That's because I'm not used to it, I didn't expect it.

Major Hunter blushed and made an excuse.

I see.

Christina nodded noncommittally: Let me help you deal with the wound.

You do not believe?

Major Hunter was in a hurry, with an angry expression on his face: Are you insulting the honor of the military doctors who fought for the country?

No.

Christina shook her head without sincerity, then saw Major Hunter staring at her, and frowned.

But tell me, how many good doctors are willing to go to the front line as military doctors?

As for fighting for the country?

What happened to fighting for the country?

Major Hunter couldn't refute Christina's fact that a good doctor is not a soldier, so he could only grab the second half of her sentence: Aren't our military doctors fighting for our country?

Don't get excited.

Christina pulled him into the ward, and began to cut open the camouflage pants on his thigh, and said while checking the wound.

I didn't mean to target your military doctors. After all, military doctors are also doctors.

Then what do you mean?

Major Hunter calmed down a little.

Please, don't I need to say it clearly?

Christina glanced at him and began to disinfect the wound on his leg.

We all know a saying since we were young, business is business, everything is business.

You have crossed continents and oceans and gone abroad, just to fight for the country?

Defend us from who?

Tens of thousands of kilometers away, separated by continents and oceans, are there foreign enemies that cannot fly over at all?

Is there anything in this world that can pose any threat to this country?

Even if there were, it wouldn't be those small countries, would it?

It's all benefits.

You are only taking profits for those military-industrial groups.

Seeing Major Hunter staring at her blankly, Christina felt a little nervous: Are you okay?

Is this how people in your country see us?

Major Hunter said in a daze.

rest assured.

Christina said casually: There are only a few people who are sober like us. The vast majority of people have been brainwashed by the media and have no independent thinking. They still regard you as heroes!

Major Hunter: ...

Seeing that he didn't react violently, Christina felt relieved and turned around to get the anesthesia needle, preparing to give him a local anesthesia for sutures.

Major Hunter glanced at Christina.

Although he was not happy with her words, he still admired her confident and flamboyant character.

Not to mention she's still a woman...

He took turns to visit relatives, and before he could go home, he was involved in a car accident at a crossroad. He participated in the emergency rescue and was extremely tolerant to any woman.

then.

He glanced at the curve of Christina's back, picked up the automatic stapler on the table, and greeted the wound on his leg like a staple.

clatter!

Humph!

For the first time he let out a muffled grunt.

damn it!

This hurts more than imagined.

But now that you've done that, there's no going back.

clatter!

clatter!

clatter!

Major Hunter endured the pain and sewed up his own wound.

what are you doing?

Christina, who heard the movement, turned around and saw this scene, and was stunned: I haven't anesthetized yet?

So?

Major Hunter pretended not to care, and asked coolly.

Are you rotating, or are you retiring?

Christina was stunned for a while, listening to the stitching sound like a stapler, she felt pain, thought of something, and asked suddenly.

Rotate.

Major Hunter was overjoyed.

Woman, I have finally caught your attention, and amazed you!

This is the man!

Still spinning?

Christina gave him a sympathetic look: You already have signs of PTSD, while it's still mild, retire early, don't drag it to serious, it will hurt your family by then.

...I don't have PTSD!

Major Hunter was speechless.

What are the brain circuits of women in the city now, why can't he keep up at all.

Are you sure?

Christina looked at him with pity: There are obviously anesthesia injections available, but you don't want to, insisting on enduring this unnecessary pain.

This is not PTSD, is it M?

Don't tell me it doesn't hurt!

Urban soldier king and military doctor Hunter: ...

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