Emergency Doctor Mercenary Road

  Chapter 721 of 1942

"Dr. Schneider, he was training us well, but suddenly he covered his chest and fell backwards. I went up to check and measured my heartbeat, which was as high as 180 beats per minute. I immediately used his chest whistle to call for help, but it was too late." Lu Fei looked sad.

   "Who asks you about these processes, I ask you what disease he has!" Schneider roared impatiently.

   "It's either a myocardial infarction or a ruptured dissecting aneurysm. Who knows, there are too many possibilities for cardiovascular disease." Lu Fei shrugged and said casually, not blushing at all.

   "It makes sense, the lips are purple, there are no wounds all over the body, and it is not suffocation. Basically, it is caused by his own disease, and the probability of heart disease is very high." Schneider said to himself and looked down at the corpse.

  The two SS sentries nodded, and one of them said: "Doctor, then, then throw it in the incinerator?"

  Schneider shrugged and said contemptuously: "Could it be that you still want to dissect this filthy corpse? Carry it out and burn it, trouble! If you knew that someone was dead, why did you ask me for it!"

   "We can't do anything either. I want you to confirm whether it was a murder. I'm sorry."

   "Hmph, forget it, I'm going back."

  Schneider replied with a bang, turned around and left.

   Just as Lu Fei's happy applause had not yet sounded, Schneider suddenly stopped, turned and walked back.

   Immediately looked up and down at Lufei, and his heart shuddered when he saw it.

  Lu Fei secretly swears in his heart that if Schneider takes a fancy to his ketone body and beauty, he can only kill him now, he must keep his buttocks, and he must never be a warm-hearted man.

   Before the evil association unfolded, Schneider patted him on the shoulder.

   "I was born in internal medicine. Although I have devoted my life to medical research, my surgical ability is still unsatisfactory. How is your hands-on ability? What major did you study before?"

   "I am a clinical surgeon and have been performing operations on the front line. It's not a **** war, I should have achieved the level of the director of surgery. I'm not bragging, except for extremely complicated heart surgery, general surgery is almost guaranteed."

   Hearing him blow the conch and pat his chest, Schneider immediately smiled like an old chrysanthemum.

   But the smile gradually faded, and he frowned and walked a few steps.

   immediately waved the two SS sentries to leave, and a group of prisoners were also driven to the deepest part of the barracks.

"9527, my eldest brother Frank was injured by a shell during World War I. At that time, he was hastily bandaged on the battlefield, leaving a small shrapnel in his calf that was not taken out. Recently, the inflammation has become more and more serious, and the shrapnel is surrounded by hyperplastic connective tissue. In the middle, there are blood vessels and nerves all around, which is very troublesome.

   He is a brave and fearless man, but now he is suffering and suffering. "

   "Doctor Schneider, the medical level in Germany is still good, why not send it to a big hospital for surgery?"

"They are not completely sure, those quack doctors dare not operate on a World War I hero who has made a contribution, because the blood vessels and nerves next to the shrapnel are rich and intertwined. The two high-level surgeons who can operate are Jewish, so, You understand."

   "You want me to be a prisoner as the chief swordsman? It's too sloppy." Lu Fei said without hesitation.

   "I wanted you to be an assistant at first, but now I think you might be more suitable than me as the chief knife."

   "As for what? It's a big deal to take painkillers every day. If something goes wrong with the surgery, it could be amputation at light level, or life-threatening at worst."

   "Alas, Frank is in excruciating pain from morning to night every day. It doesn't stop for a moment. It's worse than death. He has committed suicide twice, how much pain do you think!"

   Lu Fei scratched his scalp, thinking of Dr. House's legs.

  The tenth grade pain is always around, which makes people crazy and want to die.

   "So, even if the operation failed and had to be amputated, he was willing. But the big hospital still refused to operate on him, because he was a hero and no one dared to take responsibility."

  Lu Fei immediately realized that this was his opportunity to spy on the entire concentration camp, especially the opportunity to penetrate deep into the core of the German army.

   "Mr. Schneider, aside from other factors, first of all, I am a doctor and I am willing to relieve the pain of my patients. But I am also a prisoner and a political prisoner. How can I get out of the gate of the concentration camp?"

   "There is no hospital that would allow a prisoner to operate, and I would take the medical equipment to the bathroom in the tower, which also has shadowless lights."

   "I need an anesthesiologist, assistant and nurse, as well as a full set of sterilized surgical equipment and related medications."

   "Very good! But I will test your skills before surgery." Although Schneider was happy, he was very rational.

   "Okay, if the operation is successful, what's in it for me?"

   "As long as I'm here, I can guarantee that you will not die and give you the best treatment." Schneider raised his head, as if he was the god-doctor of the concentration camp.

   "You promise? After all, if I turn around and kill me, I can't help it." Lu Fei shrugged with a smile.

   "Someone can help me solve the hygiene and health problems of these smelly prisoners, and I can find a few more Niu Lele when I have time. This will kill you, do I have a mental illness?" Schneider shook his head helplessly.

   "Hehe, it makes sense, I will listen to your call at any time."

   "I'll arrange it, because it's illegal, it may have to be arranged at night."

   "Okay, I'm fine."

  Schneider walked out happily and called over the SS sentry.

   "Sergeant Franz, 9527 is a talent that the empire needs. Don't let him work in the future, just see a doctor. Get him a decent dinner right away, with the same standard as you."

   "Yes, Doctor Schneider, I also discovered the medical level of 9527, which can contribute to the Empire."

   "Very good, I will report your excellent work to your company commander." Schneider is very good at being a man, so why not do things that are not beneficial.

   A few minutes later, the barracks door was closed again.

  Lu Fei was sitting by the bed, holding a tray with two German sausages, a glass of milk, and a piece of mashed potatoes on it.

   He looked at Alyosha and Yakov, who were drooling. One of them made a sausage, and the other things disappeared by themselves.

  Look at Lu Fei eating and drinking, and then look at the three Poles on the bed who are still awake and nobody cares. The fool also knows who is the winner tonight and who will be the winner in the future.

   A group of British and American prisoners of war came over with a smile.

   Lu Fei shrugged, now is not the time to offend people, we must unite the majority.

   "Come on, just now Schneider gave me a pack of American cigarettes, come on, one for each person."

  Everyone was shocked. The Chinese military doctor didn't care about how people died, and gave you cigarettes. Are you a joker sent by monkeys? Are there still laws in the concentration camps?

  Lu Fei knew what they were thinking and said with a smile: "He asked me to participate in an operation, but this matter should be kept secret, everyone is tight-lipped?"

   Intentionally or not, he glanced at the direction of the beds of the three Poles who were still in a coma.

   "Vladimir is so powerful, how could we say it out, this Polish prisoner should have died a long time ago! We wanted to help you too, so let's get one!" John smiled and stretched out his hand.

   "Yes, we all saw that he had a heart attack, no doubt about it. I also smoke one, and I haven't smelled cigarettes for a year."

   "Go go, you little brat, give it to me!"

   Soon a pack of cigarettes was distributed, and the inmates smoked cigarettes intoxicated, praising Lu Fei's generosity and ability.

   After a while, everyone fanned out the smoke and went to bed happily.

   They haven't been so presumptuous in a long time.

   At 6 am the next morning, the beep beep whistle sounded again.

   The prisoners got up one by one, washed and used the toilet in the toilet next door.

A new day has begun.

  The three Poles staggered and rushed to the toilet clutching their necks and heads. Looking at the orderly prisoners who turned a blind eye to them, the three of them were stunned and didn't know what was going on.

  John walked over, he had been bribed by Lu Fei with two cigarettes, because he was a suitable communication candidate.

   "Prisoner died of a heart attack last night. You both went to bed early and didn't participate in anything, right?"

   "Ah, oh yes, we didn't do anything."

   After chatting with the three Poles again, John walked towards Lu Fei and nodded at him.

   "Come on, let me help you deal with frozen shoulders." The two walked away with laughter and laughter.

   During the day, Lu Fei followed the group to the factory that made aluminum lunch boxes, but unfortunately he could only see a wall and a few guards.

   The garrisoned SS are not very dedicated, they all walk around with Mauser rifles on their backs, looking bored.

   After all, Oranienburg, where the concentration camp is located, is 30 kilometers north of Berlin, in the heart of the empire.

   It is impossible for someone to rob the prison, and there is no way for the unarmed prisoners to escape and resist.

  Military doctor Schneider really did what he said, Lu Fei's treatment almost made the guards outnumber the prisoners.

   Ten minutes later, he carried a Red Cross medicine chest and wandered around the factory with his hands behind his back.

   That was the task given to him by Sergeant Franz. Today, he sees the female workers and child workers in the factory, especially those skilled workers, who still contribute to the empire.

   Random substitution will only reduce production efficiency.

  The Jewish women and children were very happy when they saw Lu Fei come in with a medicine box on his back.

   This is an Asian face, certainly not a hateful hawk or a Polish lackey.

   Soon he began to sit in the factory office, and a group of aunts and girls took turns to see the doctor.

   "Your stomach hurts because of gastroenteritis, drink unclean water, stop crying, you won't die! I'll give you two pills;

  You have abnormal menstrual periods caused by malnutrition, not pregnancy;

   You have a flat chest? German officers don't like you? Then I can't do it. "

   After a half-truth awkward chat, Lu Fei sent a lot of strange "patients". Only a pale brunette girl with big eyes caught his attention.

  Because she looks a lot like Eva Green, he has met a big French beauty in the real world.

The    girl, supported by an aunt, reluctantly sat in front of him.

   "What's your name? Madam, what's wrong?" Lu Fei asked tentatively in German.

   "Call me Catherine, I started to have stomach pains yesterday, especially around the belly button and then my lower right abdomen hurts, and I feel nauseated."

   She touched her stomach with her right hand, her expression extremely painful.

  Lu Fei nodded. After asking her permission, he lifted the girl's prison uniform and touched her stomach.

   "Ah! It hurts to death!"

   Lu Fei pressed it down lightly, and the girl screamed after letting go.

   "Fever, plate-like abdomen, right abdominal tenderness, acute appendicitis!" Lu Fei withdrew his hand and said softly.

   To confirm the diagnosis, he scanned the girl's abdomen.

   Hearing his diagnosis, the girl's face became extremely ugly, and the middle-aged women around her and the women in the queue were silent.

   Having appendicitis in a concentration camp meant she was useless, and being sent to a gas chamber was the only option.

   "Thank you anyway, handsome doctor, it's time for me to go to heaven to follow my father." Catherine made a cross on her shriveled chest and bowed her head devoutly in prayer.

   The pain in her eyes disappeared in an instant. In the face of death, she was so calm.

   (end of this chapter)