Flowers Blooming in the Wasteland

Coulson's clinic was not far from his house. As soon as Celeste went out, he saw from a distance the mercenaries who were on a mission with Fu Yunlan today gathered at the clinic door.

When he pushed through the crowd and squeezed in, Coulson's operation had already come to an end. Fu Yunlan, who was pale, was lying on a stretcher. On the right side of his lower abdomen, two to three centimeters above the pelvis, there was a man who looked like It wasn't a big wound, but it was obviously deep in the abdominal cavity.

"What are you all doing so close together, are you afraid that his wound won't be infected?" Coulson was wearing a mask, and while stitching up the wound with his hands covered in blood, he cursed at the surrounding crowd. He drove all the onlookers out of the door, and when he saw Celeste, he froze for a moment and let Celeste go.

Fu Yunlan closed his eyes tightly and had completely lost consciousness. Even when Coulson wiped the freshly sutured wound with sterile iodine, he only twitched slightly and had no other reaction.Coulson pressed the gauze up, and called Heita and others to lift Fu Yunlan's body so that he could wrap a bandage around his waist.

"What happened?" Celeste asked several times, but no one paid any attention to him. In the end, Heita told him kindly: "The motel I went to today is actually a trap! It seems that someone else The people in the basement moved away the materials in the basement and set up booby traps at the entrance. When we found out that there was a fraud, it was too late. Lan pushed the mole away and saved his life, but he was blown up The air wave lifted him up, and he fell from the second floor, and an exposed steel bar just pierced into his stomach from the edge of the bulletproof vest."

"... Seriously?" Celeste asked.

"The main reason is that it took too much time on the way back...he bled a lot." Coulson said with a heavy face as he washed the blood from his hands, "Although it was somewhat cushioned by the clothes, it was still pierced by steel bars at least It's 5cm deep, luckily the intestines are not damaged, I've cleaned the wound as best I can, but..."

The only doctor in Hummingbird Town didn't finish his sentence, but just sighed.

Celeste was at a loss for words.

Needless to say, he also knows that in this case, the fatal thing is not the wound itself, but the infection is the biggest problem. The rusty steel bar that has been exposed to the air for more than ten years has pierced into the abdominal cavity, and it is in this lack of medical treatment. With little medicine, and in the wasteland where there is not even a sterile operating room, it is impossible for ordinary disinfection methods to clean his wound.

The mercenary at the door was still discussing this matter with other people who didn't know the situation. From their conversation, Celeste learned that after Fu Yunlan was injured, it was the cowboy who drove all the way to send him back. Everyone was still awake when he was brought in by Heita, but the hospital had no anesthesia for a long time, and Fu Yunlan refused to use analgesics such as morphine, so Coulson had no choice but to operate on him directly, cleaning the wound during the operation During the operation, Fu Yunlan fainted from the pain, and several mercenaries in the mercenary regiment with matching blood types each gave him a blood transfusion, allowing him to last until the operation was over, but Fu Yunlan never regained consciousness.

Coulson checked his heart rate and blood pressure again, took off the stethoscope, sighed, and said, "There is nothing I can do, please help him put his clothes back on."

Celeste lightly touched Fu Yunlan's cold hand, raised his head and asked Coulson, "Will he get better?"

Coulson looked at Celeste with a serious expression, sighed lightly, patted him on the shoulder, and said nothing, but everyone understood what he meant: hope is slim, so let's prepare for the funeral in advance.

After all, for such a terrible wound, one can only rely on one's own resistance to survive the subsequent infection, even the strongest people can't do it.

Considering that this clinic needs equipment but no equipment, medicine but no medicine, and even a clean quilt, it is not a problem to keep Fu Yunlan here. He was carried home on a stretcher and put in his own bed.

Celeste just followed silently, without saying a word, only the noise of the bomber and the mole arguing all the way, and the bomber sharply accused the mole, saying that if it wasn't for saving him, the leader would not have become like this, The mole said over and over again, "I didn't ask him to save me", "If he doesn't save me, I may not be in trouble", and the cowboy's frustrated whine was mixed in between, because of the impact of the explosion, his sniper There was a crack in the gun scope.

"Stop arguing, can't people be quiet for a while?" After putting down Fu Yunlan, Heita finally yelled at them unbearably.

"Who dares to speak louder than you, you will scare the dead back to life." Mole muttered dissatisfied.

"Who do you want to say is dead!" The bomber immediately tore with him again, but fortunately they finally went outside to continue their tearing, and the cowboy was still wailing: "You inhuman bastards, my The gun has become like this, so no one cares about me?"

"Hold your broken gun and find a place where there is no one to mourn!" Heita roared unceremoniously. After all, he is big and no one wants to conflict with him. The cowboy rolled his eyes angrily and muttered to himself and left.

After driving everyone out, Heita said to Celeste, "Do you know where Lan put the money?"

"I don't know." Celeste replied in a low voice with his eyes lowered.

"What kind of tone are you talking about? No one wants to snatch it from you. If you can buy some anti-inflammatory drugs for him, maybe he can last a few more days..." Heita said, picking up Fu Yunlan's assault rifle , "I borrowed this gun first, take good care of him, and if Lan's injury improves, please come and tell us."

The big black man sighed regretfully like this, and left with Fu Yunlan's weapon. Celeste knew that if Fu Yunlan couldn't make it through this time, of course the "borrow" would not be repaid. It's been a day.

Only Celeste and the unconscious Fu Yunlan were left in the room.

"... Mars." Celeste put on the earphones that had been squeezed out at some point, "You can heal his injuries, right?"

The voice of the artificial intelligence system sounded as usual: "I'm sorry, my master, the tiny medical robots can only be used on your own body, and I don't have the authority to mobilize them to treat other people."

"Damn no authority again!" Celeste said angrily.

"I'm sorry, I can't help the master." Masi was so guilty this time that he didn't chatter.

"Forget it, I'm not blaming you, I'm angry with myself." Celeste sat down at the foot of the wall, hugged his knees and said sadly, "I could have saved him, but because of my inexplicable A limit of authority has ruined his vitality, and more importantly, I still can't remember why I did such an inexplicable thing."

Masi comforted him and said: "The master never does meaningless things. Although these self-restrictions have temporarily caused some inconvenience to the master's life, I think the master will understand himself when he remembers why he did this." painstakingly."

"...Is there no way?" Celeste was thinking hard. He has all kinds of knowledge in his head, including medical knowledge, so he knows very well that Coulson has indeed done everything he can. What Fu Yunlan needs now is not medical knowledge. He needs sterile wards and anti-inflammatory drugs, none of which can be created out of thin air by Celeste with his own knowledge.

"You look disturbed," Mars interrupted his thoughts.

"Yes." Thelister said, "If he can't make it through, I don't know what I should do in the future."

"I don't see why you should worry about that, it's clearly not that bad."

"How?" Celeste felt a little hopeful.

Mars replied: "You have recalled part of your knowledge, your ability has awakened to this level, and I am protecting you. Even if he dies, it will not have much impact on your survival."

"I thought you could save him." Celeste was very disappointed. "After all, can I still just watch him die?"

"Human life is so short and fragile. Many people die every day. His death is just a normal natural phenomenon. There is no need for the master to be unhappy about this kind of thing."

"...Forget it, you're a robot, you won't understand."

"I'm a little sad when you say that." Masi said, "Although I'm just an artificial intelligence system, I also hope to understand the master's thoughts as much as possible, so that I can better serve the master, and the robot is also You need to keep learning." Masi said, "Although he can provide you with additional resources when he is alive, it doesn't seem to have much impact when he dies. Does the master care so much about his life and death because he needs his care? ?”

"No need," Thurlist said, "but he took care of and protected me when I was most helpless, and I don't want him to die."

"I understand, this is a typical 'human morality', he has given you kindness, you have to repay it, so that next time others will have a greater chance of helping you, this is from a It is a survival strategy evolved from mutual aid and reciprocity between groups or tribes, but to be honest, this survival strategy has been outdated for tens of thousands of years, and doing so now is not beneficial to the host.”

"Enough." Thelister said unhappily, "You are my artificial intelligence system, and you should serve my needs instead of questioning whether my actions are beneficial."

"Sorry, my master, I didn't expect such an analysis to make you feel unpleasant."

"...Forget it." Celeste didn't intend to be serious with this artificial intelligence system whose brain circuit is different from that of human beings. "Is there really no other way?"

"Sorry, I have no other way." Masi said, "I'm afraid I can only treat him as much as possible according to the methods of ordinary human beings."