Chapter 178: The patient

Her arms were round and smooth, and although the wheat-colored skin seemed a little rough, it had the beauty and plumpness that was unique to women. She kept conscious of the upper end of her left arm with her right hand until she turned completely, and only then did she reveal a piece of wound wrapped in gray cotton cloth, with purple and swelling on the edges.

Rand Walker put away the smile on his face, and his gentle expression gradually became solemn. He stood up, walked out quickly from the back of the desk, and took the woman to the temporary workbench separated from the interior of the room with a cloth curtain, and looked carefully at the blazing lamp hanging from the wall, lined with silver tin foil and covered with conical tile.

This is a wound that is nearly twenty centimeters long, which should be caused by a sharp object such as a knife. The broken skin has not been stitched. In order to stop the bleeding, a soft cotton cloth is filled with the center of the wound. The sticky blood clot dyes the whole piece of rag into a black spot. The edges of the turned skin are dry and hard. Yellow pus with a slightly white rot liquid penetrates out from the surface of the muscles, sticking to the rag like glue. Even if it is a slight touch, it will cause the nerve to react violently. The most direct manifestation is the unbearable pain.

"When did this happen?" Rand Walker asked with a frown.

"On, last week." The action of fingers touching the wound caused a severe pain, and the muscles on the woman's face were trembling slightly. She sucked the air in her mouth, answering the doctor's question with difficulty.

"Who made you like this?" Rand Walker's curiosity was not fully satisfied.

A trace of helplessness and tragedy appeared in the woman's eyes. She obeyed the hair that had fallen on her forehead, looked at Rand Walker hesitantly, her lips slightly opened. In the end, she could not issue a syllable. She could only shake her head lonely and no longer moves.

Rand Walker looked at her for a few seconds, without further questioning. He stood up, walked to a wooden table in the corner, lifted up a flat-shaped aluminum pot lid, took out several boiled and disinfected scalpels and tweezers, pulled open the closet nailed to the side wall, took out a bottle of high-purity brandy and a first aid kit, and returned to the workbench.

"There will be a lot of pain next, bear it-"

Before the woman could answer, such as nodding or shaking her head, Land Walker had already taken out a rubber tape from the drawer under the counter and tied it skillfully under the wound of the woman's left arm. With the doctor's unique professional indifference, he pulled off the cotton cloth stuffed in the center of the wound, and the dirty blood and pus soaked in it, as well as the loose flesh that was dry and hard adhered to the surface, and threw it into the trash can under his feet.

The unimaginable pain made the woman scream involuntarily. The sudden wailing sound obviously made Rand Walker very dissatisfied. He stared at the woman with a gloomy and cold eyes. The coldness released from the gray eyes made the woman shudder. She quickly covered her mouth tightly with her right hand, using this simplest, but necessary method to block the whimper and scream deep in her throat.

Rand Walker, whose face was slightly soothing, continued to be interrupted. He picked up the scalpel and quickly cut the rotten dead flesh from the surface of the wound at a dazzling speed. He used tweezers to pick up the lesions that were hidden in the gaps in the muscles, and cut it down without hesitation. His movements were rough and barbaric, without any tricks or techniques, and it was simply a simple split. From the essence, his work was actually not much different from the butcher in the bacon shop. The only difference between the two - the butcher cuts and chops meat violently and brutally, and simply distinguishes the work objects based on fat, thin, good or bad or taste. However, Rand Walker was cutting the rotten with exquisite and delicate methods, and retaining the fresh and intact parts.

The woman's face was pale, and the heart-wrenching pain stimulated the limit that her brain could withstand. She gritted her teeth tightly, and the blood vessels that were wriggling like earthworms were prominently reflected from the bottom of the skin, like a blue-gray strange tree root, extending along the chest and the left and right cervical pharynx towards the top of the skull.

Looking at the dense cold sweat on the woman's forehead, Rand Walker glanced at her with a little pity, picked up the brandy on the table and poured a little into a medical measuring cup, and handed it to her.

The woman took the cup weakly, and made a "thank you" from her throat that she couldn't hear, and drank it tremblingly. Before she could completely recover, Rand Walker poured the same amount of wine into the measuring cup. This time, he soaked a piece of medical cotton yarn, clamped it with flashing silver-shiny metal tweezers, placed it on the surface of the just-cleared wound, and scrubbed the muscles that had oozed blood again. Then, he tore open the first aid kit, took out the hook-shaped medical needle and thread, clamped it with fine forceps prepared beside him, and sewed the swollen skin that had been opened together.

Apply medicine and wrap the wound with cotton yarn... After doing all this, Rand Walker sat back to the desk with a serious expression on his face. He pulled open the cabinet on the bottom of the table, held out a wide-mouthed glass bottle with a ruler, poured out some of them and dried, divided into even strips, similar to some kind of plant rhizome, wrapped it with a piece of kraft paper cut into square shapes, and stuffed it into the woman's hands.

"Remember, eat once a day, one pill every time. You can't eat more or less. This thing is very toxic. Don't let your child accidentally eat it." After saying that, he began to pack up various instruments and medicines on the table.

The wound that had been rebanded still hurts, but compared to before, it also relieves a lot. The woman put on her clothes with difficulty, raised her head, looked at Rand Walker next to the table with gratitude, hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't open her mouth. She just took out a small bag wrapped in white cloth from her arms, and slowly placed it on the table with hesitation and reluctance.

It was a piece of jerky the size of a fist. Judging from the texture and distribution of tendons arranged on the surface of the meat, it should come from animals like two-headed cows. Several salt particles that have condensed into crystals attached to the depths of the jerky. When the light shines, a few slightly bright and dazzling flickering points are reflected.

"Doctor...I, I only have this little thing. I don't know if the medical fee is not enough...I, I..."

The woman looked at Rand Walker in a vague manner, her eyes full of pleading and nervousness. Seeing that the other party had not spoken, she subconsciously unbuttoned her clothes and took off her apron as quickly as possible... A few seconds later, a naked torso appeared in front of Rand Walker.

The body is a tool that can be used multiple times and used for various types of exchanges.

Women in the wasteland world have brought this rule to the extreme. In some cases where they have to get it but cannot take out equivalent exchange items, they usually use their own bodies to fill the difference.

The woman knew very well that a piece of jerky was not enough to pay for the treatment. She was just a "f" citizen of the lowest level. According to the regulations promulgated by the Chairman of the Yinyue City Management Committee, before the next harvest season, she could only get basic rations to survive, and she was even less likely to enjoy the free medical treatment benefits of the city hospital. However, the injury to her arm was so serious that she could no longer delay. If she had not been forced, she would not have found No. 614, East Twelve Street where Land Walker was under the guidance of her acquaintance.

In the wasteland world, doctors are a very popular profession in any settlement and city.

Because the Skeleton Knights injected antiviral genes into the culture compartment, the new generation of humans' resistance to diseases is much stronger than that of humans in the old era. The elite-style concentrated research of the doctors' association also allowed cancer and other terminal illnesses that were incurable in the old era to be controlled. However, not only humans are making progress in this world. The virus is also looking for a suitable way to survive under the threat of a harsh environment. In addition, the strong radiation spreading across the earth's surface, most of the viruses that have survived from the old era have mutated. Influenza can no longer be treated with simple pills, and HIV is also

Becoming increasingly stronger and stronger transmission ability, "Ebola" was once known as the most terrifying virus in the world. However, the joint research results of doctors show that in order to resist radiation, even more terrifying lesion genes have appeared from plants and various surviving animals. For these small things that may cause death at any time but cannot be observed with the naked eye, the new generation of humans have no effective response. They can only place their slim hope on doctors in white coats, whether in terms of psychology or actual effects, at least they can get a little pitiful comfort.

It is also because of this that in various cities and settlements, doctors usually enjoy certain privileges in terms of actions and distribution of food and water. Especially those who hold a license issued by the Joint Doctors Association and can sell strengthening agents will not only be harassed by gangs or powerful institutions in their area, but can even get their protection and care. It is not difficult to understand this complex relationship - no one is absolutely sure that they will never get sick. As for the Joint Doctors Association... it is also full of power all over the world, and it makes people feel numb to the scalp when they mention this name.

"If one is not enough, two, three, or even more, it's up to you to decide."

The woman bit her lip and looked at Rand Walker with fear and respect, slowly letting go of her hand covering her chest, and tremblingly said: "I can meet any requirements on the bed, or I can pose in any position according to your orders. If you like a more tyrannical way of playing, there is no problem. But, in terms of medical fees..."

Not all women's bodies can serve as goods for exchange. Most doctors like to be clean and have a special hobby. Only young and beautiful girls can arouse their interests.

The woman is just a refugee who has just joined Yinyue City. She dared not offend the noble doctor at all. Although Rand Walker looks kind and has no crazy actions or words, this does not mean that he will treat people in vain - equivalent exchange is the only survival principle in the wasteland world.

Looking at the woman whose face was full of anticipation and begging but whose body was trembling, Rand Walker slowly walked to her side, picked up the fallen clothes from the ground, and gently put them on her shoulders. He returned to the desk and sat down, took another cup from the shelf, poured out some brandy that was not much left in the bottle, reached out to grab the dried meat placed on the woman's table, and ripped off a piece of it into her mouth and chewed it slowly, swallowed it.

“This thing tastes good, I like it very much.”

Rand Walker picked up the wine glass and took a sip, turned around with a formulaic smile on his lips, and said to the at a loss: "Your disease is not difficult to diagnose and treat. It is enough to use it as a medical fee."

The woman couldn't believe her ears. She stood there blankly. After a long time, she asked in a surprise voice: "What you said... is it true?"

Rand Walker nodded and drank the remaining wine in the cup with his neck.

...

When I opened the door, a rapid cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew in, shaking away the comforting warmth in the room.

The woman subconsciously wrapped her scarf tightly and was about to leave, but she couldn't help but take a step back. She turned to Rand Walker, who was sitting behind the desk, bowed deeply, and with a few drops of tears that spilled from the corners of her eyes, she said seriously in the pious tone of worshipping God by believers: "Doctor...you are a good person."

After saying that, she walked backwards out of the room, gently closed the door panel, and disappeared into the coldness of the wind and snow.

Rand Walker was still sitting at the table, chewing and eating the jerky piece slowly.

He has a formal license issued by the Joint Doctors Association. Therefore, Land Walker, who entered Hidden Moon City for the first time, received special care from the City Management Committee. Not only did he get the qualification of a "D" citizen, he also rented the spacious building No. 614 for an extremely low price. In the eyes of outsiders, he is just an ordinary doctor.

"...good person...hehehehehe! Can I be considered a good person?"

Land Walker was already a little drunk with a glass of brandy. He adhered to the rigorous living habits and rarely drank alcohol. Perhaps because the weather was really cold, or because the words of women were touching his thoughts, he shook the bottle that was almost about to bottom, poured all the liquid left in it into the cup, and drank it all in one go.

Living in a completely unfamiliar city requires the most basic disguise. Instead of unscrupulously continuing to use corpses to make "toys" like in Liujin City, Land Walker took advantage of the needs of the people around him to deliberately reduce the medical expenses or simply reduce the free use of the poor, and put himself in a beautiful and gentle, kind, and tall halo.

He didn't even know which customer this woman was visiting him today. Since this small clinic opened until now, many citizens have visited her every day. They are low-level citizens who are not entitled to enjoy free medical benefits. Due to the low medical expenses and Rand Walker's superb medical skills, they quickly gained a good reputation and reputation among the crowd.

He is not short of money, and his life is filled with material and money, not everything in Rand Walker's dream world.

He has his own purpose. To be precise, it should be the only belief in supporting him to survive.

The shouting wind blew wildly outside the glass window, causing waves of tragic and terrifying wails.

Slowly stood up from the chair, Rand Walker shook his body and walked slowly to the window. Through the blurry glass, he looked at the thick city walls in the distance, and could only see the simple outline of the city office building, muttering to himself: "The law of survival of this city has a little bit of a taste that has continued from that era of destruction. I just don't know... what kind of connection does that young man named Lin Xiang have and the Skeleton Knights?"

...

The truck returning from Philadelphia was loaded with supplies. Lin Xiang did not return with the convoy, but handed over the task of escorting the entire team to Krasnov, and he drove an off-road vehicle along another old road towards Crescent City in the southeast.

Claude once promised to give enough material assistance to the "Vulture Mercenary Group". Although he didn't like the cold and rigid skeleton knights, Lin Xiang needed to get more assistance from them. Moreover, he wanted more than weapons and food. If possible, he wanted to get a complete set of battery production equipment from the Knights.

This is also what Yinyue City needs most urgently at present.

...

The cold will never be deliberately distinguished by human good and evil or different biological populations. The severe cold that covers the Hidden Moon City and the wilderness also covers the Crescent Moon City.

Walking into Captain Soke's office, Lin Xiang immediately felt a strong tobacco smell coming to his face. The strong stimulation made his eyes unable to help but feel sour. He quickly closed his eyes, letting some liquid secrete from the tear glands soak the eyeballs, and expelled all the foreign objects with a large amount of nicotine. Then he opened it again and walked in from the corner of the wall where the smoke distribution was relatively weak.
Chapter completed!