Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

Chapter 635 Physical Pain Relief

The little girl in Ganz's arms stopped crying and curiously bit her finger while looking at the two of them.

Xu Weiwei gently scratched her little face and teased, "Hello~ Do you remember me?"

How could a four- or five-year-old child remember someone she had met a few times a year ago? She stared blankly for a few seconds, then pouted, turned her head away, and hugged Ganz's neck, ready to continue crying.

Seeing that Gantz couldn't coax her and fearing that it would delay their business, a woman came over and took her away.

"Is that her mother?" Xu Weiwei asked uncertainly, because she noticed the woman had several children with her.

Ganz lowered his eyes: "No."

“Her whole family is gone. Her father, mother, grandfather, and grandmother... none of them made it out of this forest.”

Xu Weiwei remained silent, looking at the little girl again. She was already amused and smiling, completely unaware of what this cruel world had done to them.

Looking around, she realized that this was not an isolated case.

Almost every tent was like this: one adult looking after several children. Some of them had injuries on their bodies, the snow-white bandages clearly freshly applied, yet they seemed to feel no pain at all, making faces and trying to amuse the children and soothe their emotions.

"How many people are here?"

“249.” Ganz said gravely.

Xu Weiwei's heart felt as if it had been squeezed.

249—it sounds like a lot, and to the naked eye it certainly looks like a huge swarm. But that's the population of an entire race. 249…

It's said that the golden rescue time for a kidnapping is 24 hours, and they've long passed that time. If...

Xu Weiwei shook her head, reminding herself not to make pointless assumptions.

Are they still looking?

"Yes. The search area has been expanded to 'Finger' Mountain. This is the final round. We'll move on after this search is over." Ganz's lips drooped, his eyes filled with sorrow.

He also knew that if they hadn't been found by the end of the initial period, the chances of survival would be very slim. Even if more were found later, the number wouldn't be much higher than it was now.

As they were talking, a black warrior descended from the sky and placed the person it was holding on the ground.

It was a little boy of seven or eight years old, who appeared to have no external injuries. However, he seemed very dazed.

A woman who had been inside the tent rushed out excitedly upon seeing him, grabbing his shoulders and crying, "Little Stone! Where's my son? He left with you! Where did he go? Is he alive or dead?!"

The boy was terrified. He froze for a couple of seconds before recovering and said fearfully, "I don't know. Someone took him away, and my older sister too, and Xiao Guang..."

"My uncle told me to run, and it... it started fighting with them..."

The boy was terrified and spoke incoherently, which the Goodell people couldn't understand. They then bombarded him with questions about the details.

However, Xu Weiwei, relying on her meticulous logic, guessed the truth of the matter.

The correct sequence should be that the boy's uncle and others were leading them in their escape when they encountered invaders. Just then, our robot soldiers arrived, and a firefight ensued. The fact that only one of the five Black Knights returned is the best proof of this.

Finally, after capturing their target, the opposing side decided not to linger and withdrew from the battlefield. This led to the scene the boy described at the beginning, where his companion was taken away.

To be able to take down so many of the three Black Knights fighting alone, their opponent must be an extremely formidable opponent. The Goodell people who have fallen into their hands are likely in dire straits.

"The machine has 23 malfunctions, 15 of which require automatic repair, and 8 require manual inspection. Automatic repair is expected to take one hour and thirty minutes. Should we begin immediately?"

"Beep beep—low energy, about to enter energy-saving mode..."

The soldier came over, read the memory chip from the robot, and then sent it back to the warehouse. After the mission is over, someone will perform a comprehensive maintenance on them.

The boy was temporarily assigned to be cared for by an older man.

Ganz was in low spirits. One person is not equal to a group. Adding a grain of sugar to a bowl of bitter medicine doesn't make it taste bitter.

Xu Weiwei patted Gantz's arm, reminding him to cheer up.

At this critical juncture, they are not allowed to feel sentimental or shed tears.

The two went their separate ways into the crowd and began to do their own things.

Several people with more serious injuries only received emergency treatment and are still waiting for surgery. Xu Weiwei had just finished one case, chatted for a while, and then went back to work, this time as an assistant.

“It’s empty inside now, should we move it?” she reminded her partner, the surgeon.

The other person seemed completely unconcerned, as if they were used to big events, and said without even looking up, "No need, everything's already set up here. Moving things around is too much trouble. We have all the basic equipment. An operating room is just about having a sterile environment. It's fine for one operation, but do you have time to clean up after a second one? In the end, isn't it the same as doing it here?"

"Only those who survive are eligible to be infected."

"First, clamp it with forceps; the blood vessel will shrink back in a bit."

Xu Weiwei: "..."

Although she studied military medicine, Xu Weiwei's years of "standards" and "procedures" were deeply ingrained in her mind. It was impossible to discard them in a short time.

She had only been involved in military medicine for a year, and her only "hands-on" experience was during the final training session. Back then, there was a standardized procedure in place, completely different from what it is now.

She watched helplessly as the surgeon, like someone unclogging a drain, poked cotton balls into the penetrating wound with tweezers. He showed no mercy when cutting away necrotic tissue, like a butcher at the market who would give you more of whatever amount you asked for, never less.

Xu Weiwei was so shocked by such a "rough" technique that her eyes almost popped out of her head.

If she could still convince herself to accept these things, what the other party did next truly stunned her.

"Um... I think I can feel a little pain..." Goodell said cautiously as he lay down.

"Huh?! How could this be? Hey! Xiao Wang! Did you give the wrong anesthetic? Is the dosage too low?" Through two layers of canvas, Xu Weiwei's surgeon shouted to the side.

"Impossible! I gave him the exact amount! Isn't he 180 pounds? I gave him the maximum amount, 30ml!" the other person retorted loudly.

The surgeon looked down suspiciously and asked, "Are you 180 pounds?"

"I...I don't know...I haven't weighed myself in a long time, I think it should be about right."

"..."

"Come over here and give him another injection!"

"I can't go! I'm staying here to help keep her in position! I can't move an inch!"

The surgeon was on the verge of a breakdown and could only ask the patient, "Can you bear with it? I'll try to be quick."

The man gritted his teeth and said resolutely, "Fine! Come on then!"

Just as the surgeon was about to make his move, he saw a clenched fist, as big as a sandbag and covered in veins, at the side of the surgeon.

Actually, the anesthesia had worn off for a while, but the man was too embarrassed to speak up and kept enduring the pain until it became unbearable.

The surgeon abruptly changed the subject, saying expressionlessly, "Actually, there's another way to reduce the pain."

Xu Weiwei couldn't help but glance sideways, a hint of anticipation in her heart: Could it be some kind of trick that's not in the textbook?

The surgeon used a pillow to clamp the man's head and raised his fist—

Xu Weiwei gasped, almost dropping the pliers.

After finishing treating the patient, the surgeon immediately urged, "Quick! Before he can react! Sew him up!"

Xu Weiwei was internally filled with a thousand exclamation marks, but her hands remained remarkably steady.

Was he not reacting in time? He was practically dead! So, the way to relieve pain is to knock the patient unconscious?!