Chapter 151 03.0150: "I will not let my loyal subordinates shed both blood and tears"

"Something that can help me relieve my sleepiness and fatigue. And there are a few minor injuries here. Medical officer, just help me. Sister, please continue your operation." Horatio said.

"Okay, please wait." The ship's doctor nodded and immediately went to get Horatio a special dose of non-side effect stimulant and hemostatic gel for officers.

Horatio rolled up his sleeves, exposing his bleeding wound, and while waiting for the bleeding to stop, he watched the nun prepare for surgery on the child with a broken arm.

"Sir, is your arm broken in this way?" The boy lying on the operating table looked at Horatio's iron hand, his pale lips trembling as he asked.

Horatio glanced at his iron hand and nodded along with what he said: "Yes."

“Will amputation be painful?”

Horatio was silent.

In the human empire, medicine is more expensive than human life.

Even the wealthy Imperial Navy had its medicine supplies allocated on a per-ship basis.

No matter how many people are on board or what class the ship is, only so many supervised drugs can be carried at one time.

If the captain wants more, he can only go to a licensed supplier with a special license to buy it himself.

Just like the charter Horatio asked Archie to help him get.

The Gothic fleet, which is anchored on the hive planet Abyss Port, is relatively better off.

Much of the less developed world lacks sterile manufacturing conditions and qualified workers, and licensing concessions are difficult to obtain, making medicines a luxury item that remains in short supply.

It had to be allocated by the Star Domain Navy Department and transferred to other fleet anchorages via transport routes on planets such as Abyss Port, emptying the Gothic Fleet's storage warehouses.

The boat boys were not ordinary sailors. Most of them were sailors' children. Some were "little mice" (the sailors' name for these little stowaways) who had smuggled themselves aboard to make a living. They were not old enough to be included in the crew and naturally did not have any logistical support as documented in official documents.

Captains often still allow the quartermaster to provide clothes and food to the children, and their treatment is similar to that of their parents.

This also means that the children of sailors, like most sailors, only have common medicines and anti-plague medicines, and almost no precious emergency medical medicines. This is the treatment that only second-class sailors have, and each person has one quota. As an officer, each person only has five to ten quotas.

Even so, the sailors' medical treatment is better than that of most middle and lower nest residents.

But this was not because the Imperial Navy was really willing to be so generous, but because they were simply afraid that the plague would spread to the entire ship and they were forced to donate.

No captain would dare to be so extravagant as to provide large quantities of precious first aid medicines to sailors, let alone boat boys who have little working ability and can only do odd jobs.

Every dose of medicine spent takes up quota from other more important crew members.

That means.

The scarred boat boy in front of us had to undergo surgery without anesthesia and would not be given a tube of precious antibiotics after the operation.

"Make way! Make way! Make way!" A medical assistant came over shouting, carrying a hot iron bucket.

Buckets filled with hot tar were placed on a trolley next to the operating table.

The hot, thick tar was bubbling like slowly flowing black magma.

Its function is to immerse the wound surface in high-temperature tar after amputation and wrap it in it to stop bleeding.

But there is a problem with doing this: it does not fight infection and many people have died as a result.

Whether this boat boy, whose entire arm was broken at such a young age, would be infected and die depends entirely on whether the emperor takes care of him.

Hemostatic gel is something that only professional armed personnel and higher-level non-commissioned officers can use.

It feels cool when applied to the body, has a bactericidal effect, and can also promote wound healing. Others can only wrap themselves with hot tar according to the traditional method.

Horatio did not answer the boat boy's question, because everyone knew that amputation without anesthesia was painful.

A sterilized gag was put into the child's mouth by an assistant.

He was sweating profusely, his eyes were blurry, and his eyes were filled with tension and fear.

He didn't cry much even when his arm was shattered, but when he saw the horrible bloody saw, he couldn't help sobbing and his face turned even redder.

The medical sister turned on the high-speed rotating bone saw on her arm.

Buzz! ! ——

The terrifying roar of the chainsaw made the boat boy tremble and shiver.

The little boy closed his eyes tightly.

Horatio frowned and spoke slowly.

"Give him a portion from my ration."

"Are you sure?" The medical officer who came over with the stimulant used his eyes to hint to Horatio not to be so generous.

"I'm sure of it," Horatio said.

"Anyway, I still have several copies, right? When I can really use so many copies, I should go to see the God-Emperor." He made a humorous joke.

A person has to use the medical supplies required for five to ten operations. Even if he doesn't die, he will reach the level of a Space Marine who can enter the Dreadnought stage.

It could even be worse, and it's not impossible that he would become a human stick who could only soak in a life support tank for the rest of his life. "If you want to do this, as you wish, sir." The combat medical sister in power armor nodded.

There was relief on her pretty face, and her tone was more respectful than when they first met.

This would be the case if it weren't for Navy regulations and the strategic drug reserve.

As the Emperor's heralds, spreading the light of reason to the world, how could they sit idly by and watch such a young child suffer such torture after all the suffering they had gone through?

Horatio remembered that the woman who gave birth to his body was also a Holy Rose Battle Sister.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir! We can never repay your kindness in our lifetime!" The wounded man's clan members knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Horatio, crying with gratitude.

He pulled the woman up and said solemnly, "Continue to serve the Imperial Navy loyally, sailor. He has shed enough blood, no more tears are needed."

"Yes, sir." The woman wiped her tears hastily, making her face, which was covered with engine oil, even more stained. She trembled and gave Horatio a solemn forehead-nodding salute to express her gratitude.

The syringe on the nun's power armor medical arm began to inject a dark blue liquid, which was an antibiotic supervised by the Ministry of the Navy with analgesic effect.

A sharp needle was injected into the boat boy's vein.

After a while, the face that was wrinkled due to pain began to calm and relax, and the sobs and groans gradually disappeared, replaced by peaceful sleep.

This medical sister's movements were efficient and her techniques were deft.

In the blink of an eye, the necrotic part was cut off with a saw. The whole process was smooth and without any delay.

No wonder they are recognized as the best doctors and nurses in the hearts of the people of the Empire.

The scalding tar was replaced with some leftover hemostatic gel from Horatio's life, and the medical officer put the extra material to use once he had finished with it.

As a doctor, I always want to save lives and heal the wounded.

Influenced by Horatio, he turned a blind eye.

The medical assistants collected the leftover scraps from multiple surgeries and gathered enough materials to treat one child.

This does not include the consumption of this young man’s officer quota.

A polymer cover filled with a jelly-like, blue transparent gel was put over the smooth wound of the severed limb.

Once the muscles inside have scabbed and healed, the next step would be for his clan to raise money to install a sailor's prosthetic limb supervised by the Imperial Navy as a replacement for him, so that he can live a life with healthy limbs again.

Horatio took a stimulant mixed with wine, and soon a refreshing feeling made him concentrate a lot.

This drug is specially provided for military officers. It is made from extracts of alien plants and is said to have no major side effects.

Horatio looked at the list of side effects in the instructions.

'Take one tablet at a time, up to two tablets a day, and the efficacy of a single tablet lasts for 8 to 12 hours.

Note: After the drug effect wears off, the user may become unusually sleepy or in a state similar to being drunk. If you drink alcohol, the latter effect may be more obvious. Officers, please pay attention to sleep and rest! '

"..." Horatio raised an eyebrow as he read the instructions on the medicine jar.

[Well, hopefully by the time the drunken reaction hits, the battle will have been over.] He put the medicine jar away.

Farida stood on the command platform, the display console sometimes worked and sometimes gave an error, which made her very upset. She had been so busy that she hadn't even had a sip of water.

Because of the characteristics of the Untouchable, everyone standing on the platform with her had an uncomfortable reaction. A warrant officer even vomited, and the boarding team members serving as guards also showed signs of fatigue and weakness.

In the end, she simply sent everyone away, leaving herself alone to close all the doors and continue to direct the work inside.

[Horatio...when will you come back...] She was so tired that she had never been so eager for the reliable young man to return to her.

A feeling of emptiness and loneliness gradually arose in her heart. This feeling had appeared frequently since her mother died when she was young, and it was the feeling she hated the most.

dong dong dong...

The sound of quick and steady footsteps suddenly came from the corridor outside.

Farida's sharp ears moved and caught the movement.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the person who came with excitement.

[Yes, it's Horatio, he's back!]
The servant respectfully opened the cabin door for the young man and he strode in.

"How's it going?" he asked.

"Well, everything's fine."

"Thank you for the hard work. You did a great job," Horatio smiled.

"Of course. I'm exhausted. I can finally hand over the command to you. I need to rest for a while."

"Captain Peru said that this ship needs to coordinate operations with the battle barge Blade of Vengeance. We can all rest for a while before receiving the next order."

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