The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

"It's all my fault. Clay shouldn't have gone on the mission. I messed up." Jason blamed himself.

"Come on Jason, you do this every time. It's not your problem. This is war. Anything that happens in a war is inevitable. What's more, if you hadn't destroyed the rocket launcher alone, we would have been together this time. No one can come back.”

Ray Perry said bluntly that he really couldn't see his captain looking so sorry for himself.

Jason punched the wall with his fist, shaking the plasterboard to dust, "You don't understand, you don't know, don't you wonder why Jack suddenly appeared here?

Because just before we set off this time, Clay told me that he planned to leave Team B for the sake of the child in Stella’s belly, so I recommended him to Jack and made an appointment with everyone to sit down and talk. He should not have been involved in this operation. "

"Damn it." Ray Perry suddenly didn't know what to say.

The establishment of a FLAG is not only shown in movies and TV dramas, but also in the military there is a superstition about "something will definitely happen on the last mission".

But in the final analysis, this is just a superstition, and it is impossible for the team members to really blame their captain. At the moment, it is just that everyone has different ways of venting their emotions.

Jack noticed that almost everyone had a mobile phone in their hand, but they were all turned off, because they knew that as soon as they turned on the phone, they would face the concern of their relatives and Clay's girlfriend Stella.

"Doctor, the doctor is here!" Sonny, who had been standing at the door looking out, said loudly and couldn't wait to open the door.

Jason stood up from his seat with excitement, "Lieutenant Colonel, how is Clay Spencer's situation?" The rest of the team members also gathered around.

"He just left the operating room, Chief Sergeant Hayes, but the situation is not optimistic." The military doctor who didn't even have time to take off his surgical clothes sighed.

"Can his leg be saved?" Ray Perry asked anxiously.

The military doctor frowned and considered his words, "Sergeant Spencer's left leg suffered a compound fracture, so we need to repair the bone, soft tissue, and nerve damage to preserve as much of his motor function as possible.

But that will come later. Compared to his left leg, to be honest, I am more worried about his internal injuries. His spleen is damaged. You should know how dangerous this situation is. "

"How bad is it?" Jason asked quickly.

The military doctor shook his head, letting all the hearts sink, "We can't determine the specific damage unless it is removed immediately, but I hope my patient can leave with all the organs they came with.

So it is better to observe the situation for now, the next 48 hours will be crucial. "

"You mean he's not completely out of danger, right?" Jason's fingers on his right hand holding the phone kept loosening and tightening, feeling extremely complicated.

"His blood pressure is now too low, his heartbeat is too fast, and the wound on his injured leg is seriously infected. I heard that he vomited out broad-spectrum antibiotics because of dizziness on the battlefield, right? This means that we will also face infection problems. , and if sepsis develops, amputation may have to be performed."

This time, let alone everyone in Team B, even Jack's heart sank to the bottom. If he really wanted to have his leg amputated, where could he find such an outstanding field team member?

"Can we visit him? It only takes a little while." Jack asked quickly, secretly praying in his heart that the military doctor would never say no, and just give him a chance to touch him, even if it is just for a few seconds, at least Let him save Clay's life first.

Thankfully, the military doctor only hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement, but he raised a finger and said, "Ten minutes at most. What he needs most now is rest."

Jack secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If the military doctor didn't agree, he would have to think of some crooked tricks, such as dressing up and sneaking into the ward.

The problem is that the risk of doing this is too great. It is not easy to get into the ICU of ordinary hospitals, let alone military hospitals like this.

Putting on isolation gowns, masks, goggles and other protective equipment, Jack and a group of soldiers entered the ICU ward.

A group of tall men dressed like aliens walked up to the hospital bed, making Clay, who was still a little confused, laugh out loud and start coughing repeatedly.

"Hey man, welcome back from hell, how do you feel?" Sonny, who was closest to him, came to the bedside and said hello.

"Am I hallucinating or have I been unconscious for so long that we have recruited new teammates? Why are there six people standing in front of me." Clay was a little confused. He tried to open his eyes wide and tried to identify the group of people wearing masks and quarantined in front of him. Guy with hat and goggles.

"I'm just here to meet my future team members in advance." Jack smiled and walked to the other side of his bed and put his hand on his shoulder seemingly casually.

"Is Jason so eager to drive me away?" Clay joked to himself.

I don't know if it was because of the mask or something else, but Jason's voice sounded a little muffled, "I'm sorry, Clay, although I may have been a little too harsh on you in the past few years since you joined Team B. but"

"Shut up, Jason. I know I'm a fool. I also know how many nice things you said to me behind my back. You even contacted Jack because you were worried about my future. I owe you a lot. Cough. Cough. .”

Clay coughed again, "Thank you, and everyone, everyone, thank you for taking me away from the battlefield."

Everyone fell into silence for a moment. No one noticed that Jack's hand was always on Clay's shoulder, and his face gradually became a little pale under the mask, and even his eyes became a little distracted.

This kid was seriously injured. In addition to the spleen, other organs such as the liver were also slightly damaged. Hematomas of varying degrees appeared in the body, which is what military doctors had previously called internal injuries.

At the same time, he had a severe infection in his body and was already in the early stages of sepsis. Even with the help of drugs, the body's defense function was still failing.

The two long bones of the left leg, the tibia and the fibula, were all comminuted fractures. In other words, this guy's left foot was currently connected by parts of the muscles, tendons and part of the skin that were riddled with holes.

It can be said that without Jack, Clay's left leg would never have been saved. The doctor could only choose between saving his life or saving his left calf.

But now Jack doesn't dare to move too much. Unsurprisingly, this guy will be lame for a long time in the future. Such a severe fracture requires the removal of a considerable number of bone fragments, and then reconnecting them with steel plates and steel nails.

He could only repair part of the nerves and blood vessels first to ensure that the military doctors used the most conservative treatment, so that even if he recovered in the future, there would be no flaws.

Fortunately, it would be good to let this guy become a disabled veteran. At least he can receive an extra pension. As for how to get the FBI to accept a cripple as a field agent, Jack believed that the guy in front of him could easily pass the Quantitative Hospital even with a prosthetic limb. Section's physical fitness test.

It's just a lameness. After he officially joins the job, it will be the turn of the "magical" Chinese medicine and acupuncture.

The ten-minute visit ended quickly, and the seals reluctantly said goodbye to their teammates for the time being. Jack staggered out and followed, his eyes darkening for a while.

This damn healing technique is much easier to directly save people. This kind of delicate operation is really killing people. Now he just wants to find a bed and fall asleep.

"Are you okay, buddy?" After leaving the ICU, everyone took off their protective equipment. Jason was the first to notice something strange about Jack.

"Just find a place to sleep for a while. I came here on an Air Force transport plane and didn't get much rest the night before." Jack lied casually.

"There is no shortage of hospital beds here. I will find you a quiet room right now. Man, no matter what, we will always remember your friendship." Jason's eyes turned slightly red.