broken world

When Sylvia walked into the ward again, the sand-haired imperial officer was looking out the window in a daze.

He took the disinfection package from the conveyor belt and opened it on the workbench beside him, "Please take off your shirt." Silcia said without turning her head.

Now Murat started to feel embarrassed.

Before, I was either in the operating room or in the ICU, with tubes inserted all over my body, and I didn't care about whether I was wearing clothes or not, but now I moved to the general ward...

Seeing that there was no movement behind her, Silusia couldn't help but put down the tweezers and sterile cotton balls in her hand and asked, "Do you need help?"

"No, no need." Although the chest and lungs were injured, this did not prevent the imperial general who recovered his life from the battlefield from taking off his shirt with pain.

So, Silcia walked to the hospital bed with the disinfection tray and began to treat the wound.

Four ribs were fractured, the right lobe of the lung was pierced by the broken ribs, the chest cavity was compressed due to air causing a pneumothorax, and the lungs were compressed by more than 70%...

【"Deputy Commander, you are truly immortal!"] The first military doctor who treated Murat's wounds once said so.

Sylucia's work is not complicated, just cleaning the incision of the chest drainage tube and replacing the dirty and discarded blood in the drainage bottle, which takes less than 3 minutes to complete.

But while reattaching the clean hemostatic tape to the drain, she inadvertently scratched the wound with a cold fingertip.

Murat bit her lower lip painfully.

"Sorry." Silosia said with a still expressionless face, then turned around, packed her things and left the ward.

After returning home from get off work, after Sylucia finished making a phone call, she stood by the window and looked down at the street.

At around 4:[-] p.m., there were not many pedestrians on the street. From time to time, people would be seen running across the block holding a sign saying "Give me back my independence", and then stopped by patrolling Imperial Army soldiers.

Sylucia heard from her neighbors that a large-scale demonstration had just been held this morning.

"Arret is our own, not the empire's!"

"Arrett belongs to the people!"

Shouting slogans, hoping that the imperial army can withdraw from Arrett.

Does this... really work?

Silcia was puzzled.

At best, the demonstrations can only cause psychological pressure on the imperial army and slightly increase the difficulty of governance. More drastic measures are needed to really drive the imperial army away.

For example, "Arret's Spark".

"Arrete's Spark" is a non-governmental organization initiated by the planet Langpriga, which belongs to the Arreat star field. In the early days of the self-government of the Arreate five-star field, the members of the Arreet's spark expanded from Langpriga to Five star fields including Arret.

Sylucia is one of them.

If we wait another year or two, maybe Arreat's Fire will develop into a political party.Someone once predicted that.

While Silcia was still thinking about this, the doorbell rang.

"Who?" Sylvia asked, walking to the intercom.

"Katia Express."

Silcia opened the door, and a courier walked in carrying a cardboard box and asked, "Where is it?"

"Is there a coffee machine? Put it on the kitchen table." Sylucia closed the door.

About 5 minutes later, the courier left Sylucia's bachelor apartment.

It was just around time for dinner, and Silcia walked into the kitchen to scoop up the cooked porridge, filled a bowl for herself, and began to enjoy a simple dinner.

When her cold fingers touched the hot porridge bowl, Sylvia's fingers were burnt red.

But she didn't take back her hand immediately, but stayed on the wall of the bowl for a while, then picked up the spoon with red eyes and put the porridge into her mouth one by one...

The next day was the night shift, and Silusia stayed at home until 7:[-] and left for the hospital to take over.

The night shift is always the hardest, not only to listen to the patients asking for help from time to time, such as "My chest is so tight and hurts, am I going to die?" "Miss nurse, please give me some cough medicine, my lungs are about to shatter from coughing." lost", and had to deal with completely irrelevant chats: "Miss Silusia, I have a grandson who is about your age and is in the auction house business. Would you like to meet him some other day? He The communication number is..."

For the former type of problem, Silvia would always try to appease her with the utmost patience, but there was no way, this was work.

"I'll report to the doctor on duty." Usually only one sentence is enough to meet the complaints of patients.

But for the second type of question, Silusia could only laugh it off.

The busy work didn't stop until almost twelve o'clock, but at this time, it was time to start rounds at night again.

"Ward round." Silosia walked to the door of the ward and said to the two soldiers who started to doze off.

The soldier nodded, indicating that he could go in.

When Sylvia walked into the ward, only the bedside lamp was turned on in the room. The sand-colored-haired imperial officer maintained the posture before changing the dressing in the afternoon, looking out of the window with his eyes dreamy.

"Is the wound still hurting?" Sylvia asked routinely.

"No."

"Then please go to sleep early."

This sentence made Murat startled slightly.

Silcia said without any expression: "Sufficient rest will help recover from the injury as soon as possible."

"But I... can't sleep now, as soon as I close my eyes, I think of Vulture City."

If it were the usual Sylvia, she would definitely smile at her with her usual smile, and then turn around and leave.

But this time, Sylusia didn't deal with it in a formulaic way, but asked with a slightly curious tone: "Are you thinking about fighting?"

The sand-colored eyes of the imperial officer were suddenly filled with sorrow, "My officer, Admiral Carl Gustav Kemp, died in the City of Vultures. I swear to avenge him!"

"Revenge?" Silosia tried her best to restrain herself so that her words did not reveal a hint of sarcasm.

"Yes, I swear that one day I will defeat the first wise general of the Confederate Army on the battlefield, and sacrifice her blood and life to my dead chief."

"I'm so sorry. Your enemy happens to be my benefactor. The one who rescued more than 340 million people from the brink of starvation on the eve of the Battle of Maitea three years ago is the one you kept saying you wanted to kill." The number one wise general of the alliance!" Sylvia gritted her teeth and scolded: "And the emperor you are loyal to, the usurper who keeps saying that he will bring the prosperity of the empire and the well-being of the people! It was his order that made Lumpriga alive More than 20 people died of starvation! What is justice! What is kindness! Please think carefully and then tell me the answer!"

Sylvia slammed the door and left, leaving Murat stunned.