Chapter 262 When you find out that your fellow hospital bedmate writes his own report
"Will he get better?"
The person in question seems to be trying to keep himself professional, But he still couldn't help but snorted slightly, and the speed of pushing the tube into the blood vessel of the wounded person could not help but speed up a bit - this would not cause a change in the treatment effect, but pushing the medicine into the blood vessel too quickly would cause injury. The patient only needs to feel "a little" strong burning pain and extreme coldness in the limbs.
"Can't die."
The person in question is the captain of the 9th Company of Iron Heart, the master of pharmacy Olimposius, who currently has to do so under the orders of the Gene Father The pharmacist brothers who lead the ninth company are responsible for the infirmary affairs of two Queen of Glory ships and two battle groups.
After arriving, he was told that the gene seed bank in the Iron Blood's infirmary was locked with a unique password. At present, it seems that there should be no problem with the machine souls that are operating autonomously, so the workload in this area is not needed for the time being. He took charge.
Say it as if I want to be responsible.
He glanced sourly at the readings on this simple and efficient medical cabin: the flat and smooth backlit panel displayed various characteristics of the patient with reasonable area divisions, icons and numbers that jumped at any time. With unobstructed views and complete monitoring, pharmacists here act more like laboratory personnel.
——And it can automatically output the so-called entry record, first attending record, first day round, daily round, weekly pharmacist, monthly in standard High Gothic language for pharmacist users Pharmacy master, discuss difficult cases, consultation records, discharge summaries and medical records, and any other documents! !
The throne is on the throne, which makes him, who is also a pharmacist, feel unprecedentedly relaxed in his eyes and heart when reading the records of his former colleagues for the first time.
The previous user was even very considerate - or lazy enough to make a partition for himself on the pharmacist's user interface, and then set up several major categories that the pharmacist could call and combine for treatment at any time. Express mode.
For example, here, area A displays a catalog of combat trauma parts, including head, face, neck, chest, abdomen and pelvis, spine, upper limbs, lower limbs, skin and others.
The B area shows the types of injuries caused by combat trauma, clearly listing explosion injuries, bullet injuries, blade injuries, crush injuries, impact injuries, impact injuries, burns, frostbite, Poison injuries, ionizing radiation injuries, biological weapons injuries, laser injuries, microwave injuries, supernatural injuries, other and composite injuries, etc.
So the premise for a qualified pharmacist to use this system is to be able to immediately determine the non-fatal injuries that match the combinations in these catalogs - in fact, what Oliposius didn't want to admit was , this system is set up so that the owner here only needs to throw the wounded into the medical cabin, then search the catalog to prepare the dose of medicine, and finally press the combination button - Dang Dang! Perfect! All you have to do is keep an ear to listen for any abnormal alarm sounds!
What kind of genius pharmacist can invent these perfect touch... medical monitoring and assistance systems? !
And what kind of urgent need led this genius pharmacist to invent this device that would definitely cost him a complete trial and torture process that would last for decades at least? !
Oliposius didn’t know.
But Olimposius is really sour.
Especially when he found that all of them could only understand the labels of most of the magical potions left by the previous owner of this infirmary, but they could not understand the detailed descriptions of their effects, so they did not dare to use them without permission. when.
I feel like I suddenly know that my intelligence among my peers is actually low.
Therefore, throughout the entire work process, the ninth company commander stayed here every day, eagerly absorbing the notes and knowledge left by his predecessor. However, the more he read, it was completely understandable that his mood became depressed.
But now Olimposius' mood began to ride a roller coaster again. The high-spirited part was because their beloved genetic father sent someone to the infirmary. As long as he thought of Lord Angron, he felt With the warm encouragement, those negative hazes quickly dissipated like dark clouds illuminated by the sun, and the low part was that Lord Angron actually sent someone to inquire about this son of the emperor who didn't know the heights of the sky!
What is it about this rude, vase-like pervert that deserves Lord Angron to be so concerned about!
The pharmacist angrily pushed the dose of anesthetic to the maximum, and then the medical cabin very considerately gave the suggestion to reduce the dose to one-tenth.
"Is it really okay for him to stay asleep like this? It stands to reason that although he received a punch from Lord Angron... Alas, it is a pity that our father was too kind and did not beat this little kid... Oh, He's not young anymore... He hasn't broken the spine of this abominable insect who dared to call Lord Angron Lord, but it's time for him to wake up, right?"
"No problem, he's fine. I promise, he will recover." The master pharmacist said expressionlessly, "It just may take some time... This is all for our beloved father of genes." Also standing in the medical field Nakro Balor beside the cabin looked into Oliposius's eyes, and then nodded to him knowingly.
"You are right, I know, you have done a good job, Brother Olimposius."
Then the visitor asked about another A topic that makes both parties feel more comfortable.
"How is Captain Hal?"
"The situation is very bad." A trace of deep concern and concern really climbed onto Oliposius's face, and he led Balor to another medical cabin.
“His injury is not just what we have seen, it should even exceed the scope of ordinary subspace pollution. Although it is very rare, I think it may be a kind of... from Wanchange The taint of Karma of the Cult. I am ready to submit my latest research report to Lord Angron."
"Karma...? Oh my god, how could he... May the Primarch bless him. ”
Even a battle-hardened Astartes like Balor couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by what he saw as the Eighth Company Commander looked like now.
Endred Hal's eyes were closed, but he also gritted his teeth obviously, as if he was facing some abominable existence. It's hard for you to believe the face of a gray-haired old man. Shang Neng can look determined, crazy, grief-stricken and fearless at the same time.
Yes, not only did Endred Hal suddenly suffer a severe penetrating sword wound in a place without enemies, sealed and surrounded by team members, but his superhuman body was also aging rapidly, as if it were like these ten thousand people. The years of stolen time were spent simultaneously crazily counterattacking to take revenge on this respectable and powerful warrior.
His short hair, which was originally just mixed with a few white spots, has now completely changed from dark brown to almost transparent white. His skin has become very thin and dry, sticking tightly to his broad skull. The old man Dark-brown pigmentation clearly appeared on his face and limbs. His strong muscles tightened together with the numerous scars on them. His tall body became so thin that Balor was speechless for a moment.
“I never thought that Captain Hal would look so... fragile.”
Oliposius sighed, “His internal organs have also aged severely. Thanks to the high-performance medical cabin with a calm attitude of the Iron Blood, we can temporarily retain him."
Balor's eyes suddenly widened. "Retain?! What do you mean, Olimposius!"
"I mean." The Potion Master sighed heavily again, as if hesitating to bring up a topic that everyone thought was impossible and therefore had never been discussed.
"If this continues, if we cannot find the real cause of his injury or find a way to remove his wound contamination mechanism, unless we stay in a stasis position forever, our eighth company commander, the Alpine Teeth The leader, the Iron-Hearted Hound, the destroyer of countless heretics and aliens, Endred Hal will die of old age senselessly on a hospital bed here."
"...This pair. He and we are too cruel."
"Who says it's not?"
(End of this chapter)