Episode 435:
In Danmu City, Jin Tianxi treated and treated and treated patients again.
Field hospitals during war are terrible.
In the past, there was a traffic accident involving an express bus in an ergency room in Korea.
From the passengers on the bus to the vehicles involved in the accident.
I rember stretchers and people rushing in at the sa ti.
I lost consciousness for a mont as I saw so many people rushing in like a wave of water at the sa ti.
As a person, things suddenly co flooding back and I have no idea what to do first.
‘That’s what’s happening every hour now. Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.’
Smiling bitterly, Jin Cheonhee continued to move her hands and brain.
We did everything we could, but of course there were countless patients who died.
This was despite the fact that most of them died on the battlefield and it was not easy for the wounded soldiers to even reach the rear.
‘Even ti to mourn is a luxury.’
Everyone moved like a dical machine with humanity castrated.
The only consolation is that the patients in the barracks near Baekrin had the lowest mortality rate.
For trauma, crushing is most appropriate.
With the addition of antibiotics and hygiene, the survival rate was higher than that of patients at Hwaju Hospital or small and dium-sized hospitals, and more and more soldiers began to want to be treated at Baeklin Hospital.
“They said it was about five tis that.”
“yes?”
“They say that if you go to Baekrin Uigak, your chances of survival are five tis higher. Of course, everyone is just guessing.”
The soldier said this to Jin Cheon-hee and laughed.
“Councilman. “My legs… are they hopeless?”
Jin Cheon-hee nodded at those words.
“yes. “I think you need to amputate.”
“Are you saying I have to live with one leg for the rest of my life?”
“Unless you’re going to die like this.”
The soldier washed his face dry.
“Wow… I can’t believe I sohow got into the barracks of the most outstanding Baeklin Guard and still had to be cut down. “If you had gone to another barracks, you would have died, right?”
“I don’t know that either.”
“Councilman. Who would a mother want more, her one-legged son or her dead son? “It’s already hard to even put words to words…”
“Of course he’s a one-legged son.”
“….”
“I will use it well so that you can get a lot of reward money. “Just trust !”
As Jin Cheon-hee pounded his chest, the soldier laughed with a face full of tears.
“Do you really have to write down everything that doesn’t exist? This leg… I can’t use it anymore. “I’ll have to ride a horse and go back.”
“Oh my gosh, I’m trying to commit fraud on official docunts because of the small cooperative.”
Jin Cheon-hee said sternly.
The soldier cries for a long ti. Laugh and cry.
Finally he said.
“okay. Even if you don’t like the one-legged son, the one-legged son who received the reward may look pretty. “Right?”
“Oh, now you’ll be showing off your prosthetic leg and bragging about your past every ti you have a drink.”
The soldier laughed for a while at Jin Cheon-hee’s joke.
It’s a broken leg.
Not only was I no longer able to feel anything, but the color had also changed strangely.
“Walk on this bridge, run, run, fall, get up…”
You can’t co back.
The human body is like ceramics; even if it breaks, it will not return to its original shape.
Either the crack remains or a few pieces are lost.
People called it ‘life’.
From behind, ‘Lord Incinerator.’ I hear a voice calling.
There were many people looking for the doctor in front of .
That ans there isn’t much ti left for him.
“Let’s cut it. Cut it!”
I shout out bravely on purpose.
Jin Cheonhee nodded.
“yes.”
“Be sure to avoid fraud on official docunts.”
“You’re talking about big trouble. But… I will write it well.”
Jin Cheon-hee smiled and diligently wrote sothing on the bamboo stick.
‘Now that I think about it, you said that the soldiers’ second choice is the barracks for the lawmakers dispatched from the Black War Council, right?’
Because Heukjeonui Pavilion is affiliated with the Demonic Cult…
it did not co with the na of Heukjeonui Pavilion, so it is just a Sapa.
There was no particular reason why the soldiers chose such a black battlefield as their second choice.
As before, at Baekrin Uigak, patients who were judged to need amputation or could not be cured would head to Heukjeon Uigak.
If that happens, you either die, survive with side effects… or, in a rare chance, recover without side effects… it
‘s one of these three.
Of course, if the condition is severe enough that even Baeklin’s House cannot be cured, there is a high chance of death.
However, in rare cases, the fingers may expand to eight, the tongue may beco longer like a frog, or a third leg may sprout between two legs.
Here, there were also cases where people lived without side effects, like in the lottery.
I know roughly how this is possible through dical exchanges with the Black Battle Guard.
However, the more I studied, the more I gave up on understanding.
‘Well, I see. They mix witchcraft with magic and leave it to luck.’
Jin Cheon-hee… can’t learn this.
Learning and practicing this itself is a violation of dical law in modern tis.
In such an urgent situation, where the operator does not know whether this person will live or die, and the recipient does not know whether he will live or lose another arm, it would be better to wait for the advancent of surgery.
However, the act itself is not denied.
It would be fortunate if I could receive treatnt like that.
‘It may be different if you reach the extre like you did, but…’
To get to that point, you have to take on a lot of patients and roll the dice with the lives and quality of life of those patients.
If you think about it as a ga, you have to strengthen your weapons with people.
The mortality rate is the highest.
Still, the hope that sothing that cannot be fixed may be fixed drives people crazy.
anyway.
The angle of the black war, the angle of the shipper, and other small and dium-sized rooms.
Everyone is now starting to reach their limits.
And so did Jin Cheon-hee, who commanded it.
“Lord Incinerator hehehe… Why are you tilting your head to the side?”
“Ah, Sogakju, you’re also tired from overwork.”
My vision has already changed.
But everyone was so out of their minds that they couldn’t care about it.
‘Besides, Master… seems to be in so kind of contact with the military.’
It may be that the Master is preparing for unexpected recomndations and leaving advice on the strategy.
‘If it’s Master’s spirit, it’s better than mine.’
It might be better if it was a fight between unmanned soldiers.
But this is a real war that cannot be avoided.
If you are a teacher, you will at least look at the situation calmly rather than yourself who suffers from PTSD.
That might be fortunate.
* * *
Another patient died.
Jin Cheon-hee tried to look at her watch out of habit, but then put it back down.
The habit of declaring death still remains.
No, when PTSD gets worse, I develop this habit without even realizing it.
There is no ti to be sad.
I felt like my sad mood was gradually wearing off.
Rather than feeling sad, the surrounding doctors rushed to the next patient.
It was important to draw a line between one’s own mind and the patient.
Especially in an ergency situation like this, if it collapses, it could easily lead to a series of disasters.
Chuna-dangju approached Jin Cheon-hee, who closed the patient’s eyes and covered his face with a cloth with an indifferent expression.
“Are you okay?”
“it’s okay.”
“You have a very warm heart. “I can’t believe I still have the strength to close my eyes in this situation.”
“…I have to do sothing. “Whether you cremate the body or send it as a body, you still have to close your eyes.”
“It seems that Lord Sogak is still having a hard ti with the patient’s death. “Is my guess correct?”
“Isn’t it the sa for everyone?”
“Uhm… I don’t know. I am not as tired as Lord Incinerator. “It’s probably the sa for other lawmakers.”
Did it turn out to be difficult? Jin Cheonhee smoothed her face.
“Hahaha, don’t worry too much. I know this because I have been watching Lord Incinerator since I was young. “Other lawmakers won’t know and won’t have the energy to do so.”
“…okay.”
“Lord Sogak, since I decided to live in Gangho. Representative Kang Ho must get used to death.”
“I know.”
“That’s not what I ant. “Do everything you can and if it doesn’t work, just forget about it.”
…Will that happen?
Jin Cheonhee’s eyes tremble slightly.
“If I’m having a hard ti, I’ll just have a drink.”
She burst out laughing, slapped Jin Cheonhee on the back as if to cheer her up, and then walked away.
‘Death is natural in this world.’
If you want to live in a river, you must beco insensitive to death.
This applies not only to military personnel but also to lawmakers.
No, it is a natural image that anyone who grew up in this world has.
If you look at the infant mortality rate statistically, rather than just looking at it emotionally.
If you look at the probability that the infant will survive until it grows up and becos an adult.
And if you look at the average lifespan of an adult.
‘…I have no choice but to beco insensitive. ‘I know.’
Suddenly, Jin Cheon-hee missed the sedative.
After hearing the prophecy about death and that soone was manipulating my fate, I felt dizzy like crazy and my heart hardly recovered.
The herb I smoked at that ti was very strong, but it temporarily cald my urge to harm myself and brought back to my senses.
Do I exist?
Is my ego really mine?
In the first place, this body itself is not mine, so can the human Jin Cheon-hee really exist on her own?
What proves ?
‘No, not now.’
For so reason, Jin Cheonhee just held back because she felt like if she touched it at this ti, she would beco dependent on it.
* * *
Chuna Dangju comforted Jin Cheonhee and left.
She also has a mountain of work to do.
In the first place, coming and worrying about others in this situation is a favor that saves money.
Thanks to Jin Cheon-hee, I cald down a little.
‘Oh, the sun is already setting.’
It’s rounds ti.
These days, my sense of ti has beco blurry.
It’s probably because patients are flooding in.
If the breaking ti overlaps, it often falls off, but fortunately, I have ti to spare.
As I was making rounds with a heavy heart, I made eye contact with a patient.
He was a patient who suffered severe burns on his arms and cried out in pain all night.
Patients sharing the sa bed could not sleep together, so partitions were created using barrack cloth.
Still, the sound leaked out, but it was still better than not doing anything.
The patient stretched out his hand and grabbed Jin Cheonhee’s wrist.
It was a hand wrapped in bandages.
‘It must hurt, right?’
I could have avoided it, but I deliberately held his hand.
At that mont, the patient’s eyes, which were looking at Jin Cheon-hee, began to turn red.
‘hmm?’
Have you learned magic?
It is understandable if the patient is from a demonic religion. If it’s the Demonic Cult’s main base, it won’t be summoned, but if it’s from sowhere in the upper ranks of the Bunta, it can’t be helped…
‘But you didn’t say anything like that until the treatnt… Ah, it’s a common occurrence in Gangho.’
Just as I was about to ask him to tell about the dications he was taking and his history of martial arts before treatnt, the patient opened his mouth.
The voice that ca out of the patient’s mouth was sothing that could not be assud to be his own.
“Are you happy? Byeokangwangui?”
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