Chapter 468 The Strongest Field Hospital in Europe (Please vote for me at the end of the month)


Chapter 468: The Strongest Field Hospital in Europe (please ask for monthly tickets at the end of the month)
Seeing that the other party refused to give in even though he had arrived a few minutes earlier, Ferrynanke said helplessly:
"Major, if you are willing to Give me the chance of admission and I will pay you 500 florins."

"No, I don't want your money."

"Eight hundred florins."

"no……"

Flinank gritted his teeth, pulled Hedwig and limped a few steps to the side, lowering his voice and saying:

"I can give you three pieces of 'square armor' in exchange for the chance to be admitted to the hospital."

"Fang Armor?!" The latter's eyes suddenly lit up. He knew that it was the latest mysterious "armor" equipped by the French army. It could block bullets and save lives at critical moments!

Flinanke nodded: "Brand new."

Hedwig was a little moved - the French army strictly kept the "square armor" secret, and no one could buy it with money. There were a small number of them in the Austrian army, and most of them were secretly removed by soldiers from dead Frenchmen.

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Ferrynank had no choice but to endure the pain and continue to increase the amount:
"Four dollars, that's all I have."

"Deal." Hedwig finally couldn't stand it any longer.

He had seen "square armor", four pieces of which could almost protect the entire chest. I should be able to survive my injury for a few days. If I had been waiting at the French Army Field Hospital and gone in as soon as a bed became available, it would probably still be too late. And if he gets those "square armors", he will simply have an extra life, and this deal is worth it.

Ferrynank immediately motioned him to get in the car, took out a thick cloth bag from the box, and whispered:

"You must be careful not to be seen by the French army."

According to the requirements of the French army, anyone who obtains these items must return them, otherwise they will use force to get them back.

Hedwig opened the cloth bag and saw the square metallic object inside, which was the bulletproof insert of the Guards Corps infantry equipment.

He carefully checked and confirmed that all four pieces were fine, and re-wrapped them happily. He even forgot about the pain of the wound for a while:
"You can be admitted to the hospital. I wish you a speedy recovery."

Fernanke nodded painfully, turned around and got out of the car.

You know, these "square armors" can be sold for 500 florins a piece in the Austrian army, but they are still expensive but not popular. It is said that Marshal Lacy personally asked French General Kellerman for a piece, but failed to get one.

He pushed Perna away and said to the sterilizer behind her: "We have reached an agreement, military doctor, please admit me to the hospital."

The latter took a step back with a strange expression, then leaned towards Perna and said, "Look at this..."

Perna sighed. The status of women in this era was low. She had long been accustomed to this situation. She turned to Ferrynank and said: "Please lie down there. I want to check your wound and then disinfect it."

Due to the shortage of beds in field hospitals, foreign wounded must be confirmed to be necessary for treatment before they can be admitted to the hospital.

Flinanke looked at her in surprise and said to the disinfectant: "Does your washerwoman also see injuries?"

"Ahem -" the latter could no longer hold back and said in a bad tone, "Please pay attention to your wording, this is our person in charge, Dr. Perna!"

"Ah? Is she a military doctor?" Fernank's eyes widened, "Or is she the person in charge?!"

The disinfectant gestured behind him: "This field hospital was founded by Dr. Perna. She is also the royal doctor of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Perna's face was slightly red. In fact, the Crown Prince also had a physician, so she just insisted on staying by His Highness's side for a routine check-up. "This, this..." Ferrynank hurriedly raised his hat and saluted Perna, "Please forgive me for my rashness, dear doctor."

He was still feeling uneasy until he entered the field hospital. He had offended the people in charge here. What if they ignored his injuries?
He hurriedly whispered to the attendant: "Go and get 500 florins to prepare a generous gift. I hope this can dispel the doctor's anger."

Then he discovered that the field hospital was full of female medical personnel wearing white uniforms and swallowtail-shaped hats.

Soon, a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old with big beautiful eyes came to his bedside and said with a smile: "You are not French, are you? Can you understand French?"

"Yes, I can speak French."

"Oh, great." The girl said, "I am Anayi, the nurse in charge of you. Now I want to take your temperature."

"Nurse?" Fernandez repeated the word in surprise.

"You can be understood as someone who helps the doctor take care of you." Annayi smiled sweetly, "Now please open your mouth and don't bite the thermometer."

Fernanke looked at her leaving back, and his mind was filled with her energetic eyes and graceful waist.

Ten days later.

After careful treatment at a French military field hospital, Ferinanke's wound was not infected and had begun to scab.

In fact, there was not much treatment, just disinfecting the wound regularly and taking some "Crown Prince's Blessing". But for the injured in this era, this is already top-notch medical treatment.

Doctors in other countries tend to bandage the wounded with non-sterile bandages—perhaps freshly removed from someone who died of an infection—and then cause the wound to become infected.

Infections from clothing, bedding, and even water are also common. Basically, except for extremely strong soldiers, even a slight injury will lead to death from infection.

In Perna's field hospital, she strictly complied with all the key points that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had instructed - bedding, clothing, and bandages must be steamed and disinfected on time, medical equipment should be soaked in 75% alcohol, and the environment should be disinfected with alcohol every day. Clean the wound and drink cold water...

As long as no vital organs are injured, more than 70% of the injured can recover. In other countries, this proportion is less than 20%.

This proportion is rising to 80% as Perna introduces the Crown Prince's improved hemostats and fishhook-shaped suture needles into surgery.

The high recovery rate makes soldiers more brave and fearless - everyone believes that if you are slightly injured, you only need to stay in a field hospital for a few days and you will be fine. This directly enhanced the combat effectiveness of the Guards Corps.

In addition, there will be singing and dancing performances by the nurses in the field hospital every now and then.

Before coming to work in the Guards Corps, more than half of these nurses were engaged in the "service" industry. After all, most women in this era were unwilling to engage in the medical industry, so Perna could only choose people from the "fallen" group.

So most of these girls have some talents - they were trained in the previous store.

For soldiers, being injured and entering a field hospital is almost a reward.

In a remote corner of the field hospital, Annayi was sitting on Ferrynank's lap, with her hands around his neck, whispering something, and letting out a sweet laugh from time to time.

Suddenly, a French lieutenant with his left hand hanging on his chest rushed out from behind the tent nearby, pointed at the Austrians with his right hand and shouted angrily: "You bastard, let go of Annai!"

(End of chapter)

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