T6 didn’t know that there was a wound on his calf until he took off his pants.
The doctor was holding sterile cotton balls. He was cleaning the small black things inside the wound. T6 was afraid that the doctor would give him medicine so he spoke up first.
The doctor glared at him and said angrily, “Are you the doctor or am I the doctor?”
“You are the doctor. I’m just making things simple for you.” T6 said this but in his heart, he didn’t think that his injury was an issue.
It was true that small injuries like these didn’t need any medication. They would get these small injuries many times in a month.
The doctor wasn’t a soldier. He was a professional doctor. When he heard this, he said unhappily, “I’m the doctor. I’m the one attending to your injuries now. This is not making things simple. If you want to make things simple for me, don’t get hurt.”
He might have said this unconsciously but it sounded wrong. T6’s expression darkened. Ye Jian pursed her lips too.
This doctor wasn’t good at talking!
The atmosphere changed. However, the doctor didn’t seem to notice it. “You’re still young so you don’t feel hurt now. Don’t keep thinking about working hard. Everything has a limit.”
Young people liked to treat their bodies however they liked just because they think they were young. These young people looked energetic and handsome but their bodies were covered with injuries. The injuries might recover but they couldn’t treat it like it was nothing.
If the old wounds were not attended to properly, when new injuries happened, the pain would be worse.
The doctor was a little haughty. His tone wasn’t good too. He seemed to be hinting that T6 spoke too much and was suspecting his medical skills.
T6 smiled. He seemed to be relieved of his burden as he sat back lazily and said lightly, “If we don’t work hard now, we won’t have the energy to do it when we’re old.”
“Our paths are different. Doctor, our path is not the same as yours. If we spend half a day treating a small wound, we would have been hit by many bullets.”
A civil officer never knew the pain of a military officer. The people holding a pen never knew how hard the people carrying guns needed to work to stay alive. They used their blood to clear a path so that their comrades behind them could pass through safely.
The small injury on his calf was really nothing. When a 5.8mm bullet hit you, it could shatter your heart into many pieces or cause your brain to explode.
It wasn’t good to say these gory things to the doctors so T6 told him that their paths were different. This showed that T6 had quite a good temper.
The other doctor was around ten years older than the doctor attending to T6. He looked at the six majors that looked like devils and then looked at the little girl standing close to the door. He waved his hand and said, “Little girl, you hurt your back. Come and lie down first. Little Wang, go and look at her. The other people can wait outside when you are done.”
T6 was polite but he didn’t leave much room for discussion too. The older doctor was afraid that the atmosphere would turn too tense so he tried to get the soldiers outside first.
Small injuries just needed to be disinfected.
Ye Jian’s face was slightly cold as she looked at the doctor who said that soldiers were brawling. She tightened her lips and said, “Doctor, they didn’t get hurt while brawling. I got into an accident. They got hurt while trying to save me.”