The team members who escaped from death were now sitting on the sofa in a twist.

I have to say that these foreigners are indeed strong enough in physiques.

There are a few guys who have obviously suffered gunshot wounds, but now they seem to be fine.

There were even two guys holding bottles of whiskey in their hands and were fighting for wine.

Judging from their appearance, they didn't seem to care about their injuries.

It has to be said that the reason why these guys are safe and sound is that the heavy body armor they have previously reported plays a crucial role.

Although the Eagle's body armor cannot compare with the body armor protection performance in the Kalapag area, it is also quite excellent.

Moreover, the weapons used by Li Yun and the others are all common small-caliber rifles.

So unless it hits an unprotected part, such as the neck, or the 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 without bulletproof vests.

However, most of them are penetrating injuries, and some are hit by grenade fragments.

The injuries are logically mild and severe, but at this moment, these guys are just like nothing else.

Several of them were even fighting for alcohol, although they knew that this would not be good for the wound.

But Frank knew why they did this, they were only anesthesia themselves.

That's right, there is a shortage of doctors and medicine here, and there are no professional doctors.

Everyone can only save themselves. Although these guys seem to be rude, they are actually capable of dealing with battlefield injuries.

After all, they are all old fried dough sticks who have been struggling on the battlefield for so many years, and they know very well how to deal with such wounds.

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

And when they saw Frank come in, they knew that it was time to have the ‘surgery’.

After all, Frank is the only one among them who has not drunk alcohol.

Only those who are sober can perform surgery on them.

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

Everyone can trust Frank's skills, after all, this guy was born as a military doctor in the past.

That's right, Frank attended medical school, and it was precisely because of his research on medicine that he became a fan of the Ninth Laboratory.

I love and hate this Yan Country brand, and I will not fight against the Yan Country brand like other stubborn guys.

Frank not only understood medical knowledge, but also worked as a medical soldier on the front line on the battlefield in the Middle East in his early years.

I have even used many front-line treatment surgeries.

However, it was precisely because of that experience that he later became a little bit EMO because he was so depressed when he looked at his bloody comrades every day.

So he withdrew from the ranks of medical staff, but despite having withdrawn for many years, he came back to his comrades again this time, and the feeling of holding a scalpel came back in an instant.

He was the first to come to a soldier named John, whose name was the same as most Yankees.

He is also big and thick, and there is a penetrating injury on his arm.

It was shot out by the opponent's small-caliber bullet. The wound was only briefly bandaged, but it has not been further treated.

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

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

Frank nodded with a smile. His injuries were the worst in the room, so he naturally had to save him first.

He called two soldiers over and held the guy down.

The reason for doing this is because it will hurt a lot later. He is afraid that this guy will get manic and will punch his dog's head with one punch.

Frank has no doubt about this guy who is like a bull.

He used scissors to cut the gauze on the wound, and when he saw the wound condition, he couldn't help but frown.

This John was 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.

That look is like a tampon that women like to use after menstruation.

At this moment, it might be because of drinking that his wounds were a little broken, and the blood that had already stopped began to flow out again.

"John, are you really not taking anesthetic?"

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

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

"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 the enemy's sniper because of my slow reaction..."

Frank couldn't help but laugh after hearing the other party's fallacies.

It's true that John seems to be thick, but he is a thick and thin guy.

He also knew that taking anesthetic may cause sequelae of anesthetic nerves.

But if you say it will affect your reaction speed on the battlefield, that's completely nonsense.

Although this is true that he is a flexible machine gunner, the machine gunner on the battlefield is also true that the sniper who is most afraid of the enemy is the same.

But if you don’t take anesthetics to heal your injuries and are afraid of sequelae, that’s nonsense.

But since he didn't want to fight, Frank stopped asking more.

He took out a bottle of iodine and hydrogen peroxide and was about to perform surgery on him.

First, take down the gauze stuffed into the wound, then rinse it with clean water, and the rinse is almost done.

He took out his tweezers and looked into the wound. John on the opposite side almost bit his teeth...

"WTF, I'm punctured through the penetration. Why are you stabbing your tweezers in it?"

John couldn't help but curse.

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

"If you don't check and just ban it, don't come to me if you have any sequelae in the future?"

Now John was about to shut up and could only hold back the guy and keep poking the wound with his pinched hands.

While poking, he kept pouring water into the wound.

I thought it would be done soon, but I didn't expect this guy to pick up a bottle and spray water at his wound.

After the pungent potion sprayed on the wound, John suddenly felt a severe pain coming like thousands of arrows piercing his heart.

“WTF!”

The strong man, who was nearly two meters tall, had a waist as thick as a water tank, and was like a spring installed on his waist and ejected directly from the recliner.

If it weren't for the other two strong men, they would hold down one end and one tail of this guy.

I guess at this moment, this guy's big fist had already greeted Frank's head.

"Hold on, hold on, John, it's all right away..."
Chapter completed!