Chapter 47 Military Doctor Plan Begins

  The man with conditioned reflexes lifted his hand to touch his chin and then quickly dropped it to stare at the speaker.

  That man had a face that looked very dangerous, with furrowed eyebrows and a crisp military uniform without a speck of dust. His entire demeanor was like an unsheathed sharp sword. At this moment, he was disdainfully sizing up the lawyer's clothes, which were covered in mud from just being on the ground, and took a step back decisively.

  In the eyes of the law, this suddenly escalated from a local contradiction to a class struggle.

  Lü Yu said: For someone who despises the dirt on his body, he refuses to cook for him.

  Leweil said that for a kitchen that can't even clean itself up, he won't spoil it even if it's a child.

  It turns out that the arm cannot twist the thigh.

  Then, the clothes were thrown into the water tank and washed thoroughly.

  Because the cold water made him shiver, but his fatigue was also washed away. He put on the clean white clothes that Thomas had brought, and he looked refreshed.

  Lewell scrutinized the newly renovated law office with a discerning eye, barely nodding his head in satisfaction. "Follow me."

  Lü glared at his back for a while, seeing that Liewell's footsteps didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, and reluctantly followed up.

  He followed him into a conference-style room where there were over a dozen people sitting together discussing something. When they saw Llewellyn come in, they all greeted him one after another.

  Lü caught the title of "Bing Zhang", pouting his mouth, this cleanliness freak still has a position? It's indeed class struggle.

  Lewell didn't mince words either, pointing directly at Lyd. "Kitchen."

  Everyone's gaze suddenly focused on Ritsu, startling him.

  Then there was immense enthusiasm, "Oh, my dear, you have no idea what a terrifying existence the previous chef was... If you don't come again, I'd rather go and get along with giants."

  The corners of his mouth twitched, confirming that the cleanliness-obsessed squad leader was probably the most normal one in this group...

  Being intimate with a giant, oh, that's practically bestiality. Too heavy, really. (Now he still doesn't know, but this kind of thing can actually happen... Some Korean guy let out a sneeze, who's talking about me behind my back?)

  After getting to know the elites in this survey corps, Ryo also knew that they were a group of soldiers who, although looked strange in their own ways, were all exceptionally strong and capable of killing Titans. This made Ryo feel that coming here wasn't a wrong decision after all. However, what shocked him was that the commander with cleanliness issues was actually known as humanity's strongest. Ryo sadly rubbed his temples, thinking about humanity's future...

  Alas... (Ah, hello?)

  Anyway, Ritsu quickly took up his post in the kitchen under everyone's expectations. Although the Investigation Corps' personnel were all soldiers who held important significance for humanity's progress, in reality, their lives weren't that different from those of ordinary people; the ingredients in the kitchen were all very common, which caused Ritsu's favorable impression of them to rise somewhat. As a result, he put his heart into it even more.

  The dishes were not many, but the quantity was large, because he didn't know the appetite of the crowd. Originally worried that there would be leftovers, in the end, they almost collapsed, not only finishing all the dishes, but also asking for a few more meat dishes to be stir-fried.

  When the third Korean dish was lifted with a smile for the third time, Lyu raised both hands and said sincerely, "Really, there's nothing left, it's all gone."

  Looking at someone with a pitiful and wronged expression, he somehow felt that his future work wouldn't be as easy as he thought...

  After everyone finished eating, someone volunteered to help with the cleanup. Ritsu was about to do it himself but before he could open his mouth, someone grabbed his collar and lifted him up. He looked up at a certain soldier who still hadn't changed his expression, looking down on Ritsu because of his height advantage over the 10-year-old. "What's wrong?"

  Lewell narrowed his eyes, expressionless. "I'll take you to your room. Since you'll be staying there for the time being, I think it's necessary for you to clean it up now."

  Although Lü thought that cleaning his own room was not a big deal, he blinked repeatedly as he looked at the small room filled with spider webs and clutter. Can this room get any dirtier or messier?

  "But Levi added calmly, 'This is much better than before. I think as a young man, you have the ability to clean up a room that doesn't look particularly dirty.'"

  Lü looked at Liewell with a sincere face. If you could stand closer, it would be more convincing.

  After bringing Ritsu to the room, a certain cleanliness enthusiast immediately left, while Ritsu let out a sigh and started cleaning up. As someone who is not quite a cleanliness enthusiast but still loves cleanliness, Ritsu cleaned until late at night before finally getting some rest.

  It was still dark outside when Ritsu, who had been sleeping lightly to begin with, was woken up by a noisy commotion. Out of curiosity and also because he couldn't sleep anymore, Ritsu changed his clothes and went downstairs, following the source of the sound.

  As they got closer, they found that it was some soldiers they had never seen before, all of whom were more or less injured, and some even looked very serious.

  Leweil was also there, seeing Lv's slightly furrowed brow, impatiently said a word "go back" and turned to talk to the soldiers beside him.

  "Where is Dr. McVille?"

  "Because the wall outside investigator is expected to return after tomorrow, Dr. McVeigh heard that there was an old man with a fever nearby and went out for treatment."

  Lewell looked at the gruesome wounds of the soldiers and frowned heavily. But unexpectedly, the little devil who ran out didn't listen to his orders, instead he squatted down beside a soldier lying on a stretcher.

  It was already worrying enough, and this time the loss outside the wall was heavy. The doctor just happened to be absent, and this little devil was still causing trouble here. Livel walked up to him in big strides, intending to pick him up directly, but heard him checking the soldiers' condition...

  Lewell slightly raised an eyebrow and stopped in his tracks, looking from behind.

  The soldier was head-injured and fainted. Lü Da-zhi hastily checked his condition, thinking rapidly in his mind.

  It looks like this, probably a head injury. Head injuries can be fatal or leave residual disability. The brain is the central nervous system, and brain tissue is the most fragile and difficult to regenerate and repair. Intracranial hemorrhage and cerebral contusion are interrelated and can develop into cerebral hernia. Once it really develops into cerebral hernia, I'm afraid that even if you don't die, you will be severely disabled. However, if it's just a brain hemorrhage, there's no problem, the efficacy of brain hemorrhage is better than that of cerebral contusion, and the efficacy of epidural hematoma in brain hemorrhage is the best, timely rescue can fully recover. But now the problem is that before shaving the hair, the wound cannot be seen clearly, so it may delay the optimal treatment time.

  Lü Bian thought and did simple first aid, trying to prevent his injuries from getting worse. Patients with head injuries like this are the ones who can't afford to delay, once time is missed, it will lead to serious consequences that cannot be made up for.

  Livel gazed at the soldiers whose breathing had become more relaxed under Lutz's movements, with a glimmer of astonishment in his eyes.

  After finishing the simple treatment for him, he turned to walk towards the next wounded person.

  Gradually, everyone's attention shifted to this seemingly calm young man, and under his concise and effective treatment, the soldiers all showed significant improvement.

  The crowd, which was originally in a state of panic, somehow became organized and calm, and they would subconsciously follow the instructions given by the young doctor. This indeed had a good effect. The young doctor gave people a sense of stability during the rescue process, causing those around him to become calm without realizing it, with a power that inspired trust. Is this what they mean by a "healer"? It's unexpectedly reassuring.

  Lü's words were simple, just saying the name of things, and someone would consciously go and do them. Livial stood quietly by, watching as this young man, when everyone else was in a panic and at a loss for what to do, remained calm and composed, allowing the soldiers to regain their usual composure and make the best and most effective decisions. It was unexpected.

  In the army, doctors are a crucial presence. However, the number of doctors is not proportional to the number of soldiers. During battles, if there are doctors present, it can greatly reduce casualties. Most other doctors are already middle-aged or older, and any unexpected loss would be a huge blow. Therefore, having doctors accompany troops has become an unrealistic idea.

  But if it's a young man, starting training now to become an excellent soldier and at least being able to take care of himself, then following the army on expeditions becomes possible.

  Lewell thought of this, and when he looked at Rite, he was more careful. After all, although the efforts of the day after tomorrow are important, it can't be too bad in itself. The figure is still good, if he trains him personally...

  Lewell stared at the weight exposed under the slipping sleeve, and suddenly a faint arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. Unfortunately, everyone was focusing on the medical procedure, and no one saw this moment that broke through the icy mask. The small arc only lasted for two seconds, and Lewell restored his expressionless face.

  When Rute finally finished treating all the wounded, he plopped down on the ground to rest. And Llewelyn walked up to him, not seeming to mind the sweat and bloodstains on his clothes, and held out his hand.

  Lü Dai's eyes slowly looked up at him, and for a long time, there was no reaction. Lü Wei'er maintained this pose with his hand stretched out, his voice carrying a hint of impatience. "Still not getting up?" Lü gazed at the figure backlit by the light, which wasn't particularly tall, and suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to smile.

  No longer hesitating, she stretched out her blood-stained hand and placed it on top of his, which was not particularly wide or thick, but had a thin callus and was dry and warm. A brilliant smile hung on her face. "Thank you."

  At noon, Lyu gave the soldiers a healthy meal that was good for their wounds. At the meeting afterwards, Liewell proposed the idea of training Lyu to cultivate him as a military doctor, and got quite a few approvals.

  Then, starting from the second day, Lyu had to begin his devil-like special training. Special Training Officer: Lieutenant Colonel Lehwel.

  When Levi spoke in a flat tone with raised eyebrows saying "starting tomorrow", Lute suddenly felt that the day seemed to be a bit cold...

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