My Strength Does Not Allow Me to Low-key

The team members who had narrowly escaped death were sitting on the sofa in an awkward position.

I have to say that these foreign devils are indeed physically strong.

Several guys were obviously injured by gunshots, but they seemed to be fine at the moment.

There were even two guys with whiskey bottles in their hands, fighting for a drink.

From the looks of them, they didn't seem to care about their injuries.

It has to be said that the heavy body armor they passed on played a crucial role in the reason why these guys were able to stay safe and sound.

Although the protective performance of Eagle's body armor cannot be compared with the body armor in the Kalapag area, it is still quite good.

Moreover, the weapons used by Li Yun and others are also general-purpose small-caliber rifles.

So unless it hits an unprotected part, such as the neck or head.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to kill these guys on the spot.

Of course, these guys are not invincible. Many of them were injured on their arms and thighs that were not covered by body armor.

But most of them were penetrating wounds, and some were hit by grenade fragments.

Logically speaking, injuries can range from minor to serious, but at this moment, these guys act like nothing is wrong.

Some of them were even fighting for wine, even though they knew it was not good for their wounds.

But Frank knew why they were doing this, they were just anesthetizing themselves.

Yes, there is a shortage of medical care and medicine in this place, and there are no professional doctors.

Everyone can only save each other. Even though each of these guys looks like a rough guy, in fact they all have the ability to deal with battlefield trauma.

After all, they are veterans who have been on the battlefield for so many years, and they know how to deal with such wounds.

But now there is nothing that can have a better anesthetic effect than drinking alcohol.

And when they saw Frank coming in, they knew it was time for 'operation'.

After all, Frank was the only one among them who didn't drink.

Only conscious people can perform operations on them.

After all, no one wants to die in a daze at the hands of a drunk cat.

As for Frank's skills, everyone can trust him. After all, this guy used to be a military doctor.

Yes, Frank went to medical school, and it was precisely because of his research in medicine that he became a supporter of Laboratory 9.

I love and hate this Yanguo brand, and I will not be like other brainless guys who will desperately oppose the Yanguo brand when they see it.

Frank not only knows medical knowledge, he even served as a frontline medic on the battlefield in the Middle East in his early years.

He even performed many surgeries and performed first-line surgeries.

But it was precisely because of that experience that he later became a little EMO, because looking at his bloody comrades every day was too depressing.

So he quit the ranks of medical soldiers, but even though he quit for many years, when he came back to his comrades this time, the feeling of holding a scalpel came back.

He came first to a soldier named John, who had the same name as most Yankees.

He was also tall and thick, and there was a penetrating wound on his upper arm.

It was shot by a small-caliber bullet from the opponent. The wound was only briefly bandaged, but no further treatment was given.

At this time, this guy had drunk almost half a bottle of cat urine, and he was already a little confused.

Seeing Frank coming, he greeted: "Frank, save me first..."

Frank smiled and nodded. In this room, he was the most seriously injured, so naturally he had to be saved first.

He called two soldiers over and held the guy down.

The reason why he did this was because it would be very painful later, and he was afraid that this guy would get mad and punch his dog's head off.

For this bull-like guy, Frank has no doubts about his strength.

He used scissors to cut the gauze around the wound. When he saw the condition of the wound, he couldn't help but frown.

This John is really a cruel man,

The outside of his left upper arm was penetrated by a small-caliber bullet.

And this guy actually stuffed a roll of gauze into the wound to stop the bleeding.

The shape is similar to the tampons that women like to use after menstruation.

At this moment, probably because of drinking, his wound was a little open, and the blood that had stopped began to flow out again.

"John, are you really not going to take anesthesia?"

Frank couldn't help but ask, but John shook his head firmly.

"I won't fight anymore. I'm afraid it will affect my nerves and affect my reaction speed in the future."

"You know, my role on the battlefield is a flexible machine gunner. I like to change places after firing a few shots."

"I don't want to be killed by an enemy sniper because of my slow reaction..."

Frank couldn't help but chuckle after hearing the other party's nonsense.

Don't tell me, this John seems to be thick, but he is actually a guy who is both thick and thin.

He also knew that anesthesia might cause neurological sequelae.

But if you want to say that it will affect your reaction speed on the battlefield, that is completely nonsense.

Although it is true that he is a flexible machine gunner, it is also true that machine gunners on the battlefield are most afraid of the enemy's snipers.

But if you say that you don’t use anesthetics to heal injuries because you are afraid of sequelae, that’s nonsense.

But since he didn't want to fight, Frank didn't ask any more questions.

I took out a bottle of iodine and hydrogen peroxide and prepared to operate on him.

First, take off the gauze stuffed in the wound, and then rinse it with water. The rinse is almost done.

He took out the tweezers and probed into the wound. This time, John on the opposite side almost broke his teeth...

"WTF, this is a penetrating wound. What did you stab inside with your tweezers?"

John couldn't help but curse.

Frank replied with a smile: "Big guy, of course I want to check whether there are any fragments left in your wound."

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"If I don't check you and just seal you up, don't look for me if there are any sequelae in the future."

Big John was about to shut up now, and could only endure the guy's pinching and poking at the wound.

While poking, he kept pouring water into the wound.

I thought it would be over soon, but unexpectedly, this guy actually picked up a bottle and sprayed water on his wound.

After the pungent potion was sprayed on the wound, John immediately felt a sharp pain like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

"WTF!"

The nearly two-meter-strong man, with a waist as thick as a water tank, was ejected directly from the recliner as if there were springs in his waist.

If it weren't for the other two strong men, holding down this guy's head and tail.

It is estimated that in this moment, this guy's fist as big as a sandbag has already hit Frank's head.

"Hold it, hold it, Big John, you'll be fine soon..."

2312 Bone scraping for healing

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