"Hurry up!"
"Gululu..."
After nightfall, another stretcher truck passed by the door.
Li Nuo put down the book in his hand and called up his personal panel to start calculations.
Not counting the stretcher truck just now, a total of 20 seriously injured sergeants have been sent here by soldiers from this afternoon to eight o'clock in the evening.
Eight of them were successfully rescued and transferred from the operating room to the ward.
The remaining 12 people died of serious injuries and were carried to the incinerator or morgue by the soldiers.
Li Nuo collected 2.4 points of soul strength from these 12 people, and now has 3.6 points of soul strength in hand.
Based on this ratio, if he stayed up at night and stared at the corridor, he could collect at least 50 soul strength points before leaving the medical department.
This is a substantial amount of expected revenue.
It's enough to release "Finger of Death" half a time.
Li Nuo felt dizzy when he thought of this spell.
When he just finished dinner, he invested 10 energy points into the "Death Spell Up Pool" - "The Ten Commandments of Martyrdom", hoping to improve the integrity of "The Finger of Death" through harmless deconstruction.
Assuming that 1 point of energy is equivalent to drawing a card pool once, then 10 points of energy is equivalent to 10 draws in a row.
10 draws in a row...no matter what, there will be a guarantee.
But this "death spell UP pool" is still crooked to the edge.
After throwing out 10 energy points, Li Nuo only got back one death-related reading material.
"A Grand View of the Art of Death".
That's the name of that reading.
Before Li Nuo traveled through time, he had seen works such as "A Thousand Ways to Die" and "Detective Drum Washing Machine".
These works are similar to "A View of the Art of Death", both of which introduce various bizarre ways of death.
However, "The Art of Death" is even better and more artistic.
It processes the remains from the perspective of color, shape, and meaning, giving the work a specific mystical meaning.
When death and art are superimposed, an evil reading material is born that is deeply disgusting, but one cannot help but look at it.
In order to prevent himself from being unable to eat and seeing all meat as white meat, Li Nuo did not read much of this death book and only put it aside as a reference book.
"Gulu gulu..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The stretcher cart came out of the operating room and passed by Li Nuo's door with a low whimper.
Under the dim moonlight, the dark clouds lingered and were difficult to disperse, and there was an air of desolation in the MI3 Medical Department.
Li Nuo skillfully collected the soul fragments from the fallen soldiers.
Just as I was about to continue reading, another stretcher entered the corridor.
"Are there so many injured people coming to the medical department for rescue at night?"
Li Nuo frowned slightly.
If the wheels keep rolling, then don't sleep tonight - not because the noise interferes with sleep, but because sleeping will delay the collection of soul debris.
Li Nuo got out of bed, came to the door, and opened the door.
Three soldiers, who had obviously just finished fighting, pushed a stretcher in front of him and hurried to the operating room.
Li Nuo's eyes followed the movement of the stretcher cart.
After a short while, he already had some experience.
As long as he throws the deconstruction technique at the wounded, he will know whether the opponent can be rescued.
The principle is simple.
If the energy required to deconstruct the wounded is far lower than the wounded's military rank, then the wounded is basically hopeless.
For example, a sergeant with the rank of second lieutenant.
A second lieutenant who is in good health and has sound limbs needs 1000 points of energy to deconstruct it 100%.
When the second lieutenant's injury is so serious that it is impossible to save him, the energy required to deconstruct him will drop sharply, to 300 points, 200 points, or even less than 100 points.
Li Nuo didn't understand the principle yet.
But he knew that when a lieutenant's deconstruction consumption was lower than 300 energy points, the possibility of the lieutenant being declared a rescue failure was almost 100%.
Li Nuo couldn't guarantee that the law he discovered must be an iron law.
Because the sample size is not large enough, further sampling and verification are needed.
Li Nuo watched the stretcher cart enter the operating room, shook his head slightly, and sighed silently in his heart.
Deconstructing the wounded soldier with the rank of sergeant only requires 70 energy points. This person should not be able to be rescued.
"Did the sound of the stretcher disturb you to sleep?"
A mature female voice came from the other side of the door.
Li Nuo looked away from the operating room, looked in the direction of the voice, and said with a hint of regret:
"That's not true, Su Li. It's just that at the end of the day, at least 20 sergeants were killed. As a soldier of the imperial army, I feel a little powerless, as if I saw the relatives of the fallen sergeants crying in front of the tombstone. It's unimaginable. How many people will be laid to rest here in a year?”
Su Li came over with a tray, looking a little melancholy:
"The fighting situation outside the fortress seems to be worse these two days. There were not so many wounded here in the past that needed rescue. There were only about 5 cases from morning to night. Since I worked here, wounded people like today have been sent to surgery one after another. The situation in the room only happened two or three times."
While the two were talking, the stretcher truck just left the operating room.
The soldiers had tears on their faces, and the people on the stretcher had their faces covered with white cloths. The results of the rescue were self-evident.
When the stretcher truck passed by, Li Nuo collected the soul fragments from the fallen soldier.
Su Li, who was on the side, was unaware of his actions and just watched the soldiers leave.
"Another sergeant from Davis's army died in battle..." Su Li sighed with regret:
"Today alone, the Davis army lost 6 corporals, 4 sergeants and 2 staff sergeants. It seems they are in big trouble at Tomb 612. May the Empire bless them with a triumphant return."
"Davis Army" Li Nuo nodded slowly. He had seen the word "Davis" on the sergeant's uniform.
"Is this army famous in the legion? Su Li." Li Nuo asked.
"Well, yes. They are one of the three established armies within the Corabo Legion. The positions of army commanders and guards are controlled by the Davis family, and only family members can hold these positions."
Su Li looked behind Li Nuo and glanced at the lunch box on the bedside table:
"It seems that your appetite is not very good. Let me peel some fruit for you? Apple or orange?"
Li Nuo smiled and did not refuse:
"Sorry, Su Li. Just bring me an apple and I'll eat it myself."
"Okay, wait here, I'll be right back."
Su Li looked at Li Nuo's ice-blue eyes, slightly absent-minded, and her cheeks turned a little rosy.
She turned around, held the dinner plate, lowered her head, and walked to the nurse's desk not far away.
Li Nuo smiled and shook his head, feeling even more confused.
He thought that the skin left by the original owner was indeed quite gorgeous, but he wouldn't let a female nurse whom he had only met a few times take the initiative to reveal his feelings...
Gee, is this how a male god is treated?
…
After a while, Su Li came back with a glass box in her hand.
Before she could say anything, a figure walking out of the stairs attracted his attention.
"Yug, are you running out of disinfectant?"
Su Li asked, looking in the direction of the person.
Li Nuo squinted slightly and took a look.
This sergeant named Yug seems to be suffering from illness.
His skin was horribly white, as white as white paper, and his fingers were visibly shaking uncontrollably.
He was wearing a sergeant's uniform, but he was about the same size as Li Nuo, not as tough and strong as Sergeant Mars or Sergeant Alvin.
There were still some bloodshot eyes on the whites of his eyes, and the bags under his eyes were dark and heavy. He seemed to have poor sleep quality. He was weak when speaking and was accompanied by bouts of coughing.
"Ahem...Sully...disinfectant, I still have it."
The sergeant known as Yug came over with a smell of disinfectant, spread his pale palms and said:
"I'm not here for the disinfectant... I'm here to tell you that the underground morgue is almost full. We have to clear some vacancies and send the bodies that don't need to be preserved to the incinerator. This has to be done as soon as possible. Because I heard The soldiers who came to store the corpses said that the undead in these three tombs No. 612, 613, and 614 launched a joint riot, and the Davis army was suppressing the undead there at all costs."
"A joint riot in three tombs? It's really bad... No wonder so many wounded people have been sent for rescue in the past two days."
Su Li frowned slightly and took out a notepad from her jacket pocket:
"..Wait for me, Yug. Give me some time to check the registration list..Some bodies should be sent to the incinerator."
There was a brief pause in the conversation between the two.
Li Nuo raised his hand and saluted the sergeant in front of him:
"Good evening, sir. Private Lenore Jarvis, reporting to you."
Sergeant Yog grinned, waved his hand and said:
"Don't call me sir. I'm just a man pitied by the empire."
Su Li lowered her head to flip through her notepad and interjected:
"Don't say that, Yug. Every man in the Empire can defeat the undead, but not everyone can stick to the morgue like you."
Li Nuo said:
"So, sir, are you the keeper of the morgue? I have only heard of such a job in the morgues of city hospitals and suburban cemeteries. I didn't expect that it also exists in the Legion Fortress..."
Yuge coughed lightly:
"Hey, yes, I am the corpse guard of the legion."
Yuge looked at Li Nuo’s clothes:
"Are you here to inject the first dose of strengthening potion, private? Let me guess, Su Li must have said that your adverse reactions will not last more than seven days, right? Just like me."
Li Nuo showed his disappointment appropriately and said with a dry smile:
"Yes, sir. I should have no hope of becoming a captain in the future. However, I am very satisfied to serve the empire as a sergeant."
Su Li raised her head, smiled gently and said:
"Don't be discouraged, Jarvis. If the second and third injections work well, you still have hope of becoming a captain."
Yuge waved his hand and said:
"Come on, Su Li. The first shot is the most important..."
A cold light fell on his face, and Yuge shuddered.
His eyes flickered between the two of them, and he saw something in Su Li's warning eyes.
Yuge suddenly realized that he was almost going to destroy Su Li.
He hurriedly coughed a few times and then changed his topic:
"No, no. I mean, the Empire will take good care of every sergeant.
"Take me for example. The enhancement potion has very limited effect on me. I originally thought that I would always be a corporal. At most, I would receive preferential treatment from the legion and be promoted to sergeant before I was discharged.
"But you see, I am a sergeant now, and I have a group of soldiers under my command...well, of course, they are dead. In short, thanks to the cultivation of the empire, I, a soldier with poor health, can enjoy the treatment of a sergeant. one day."
Su Li nodded with satisfaction, looked away, and continued to check the list.
Yuge felt that the "murderous intention" in the air had dissipated, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He winked at Li Nuo, moved his lips forward and pointed at Su Li, his eyes full of laughter.
Li Nuo responded with an awkward yet polite smile.
"Okay, I've checked."
Su Li took out the pencil from her pocket, drew a few horizontal lines on the notepad, and deleted some names and serial numbers:
"Yuge, please clean up the corpses on the third floor of the morgue. Except for the corpses numbered ZB051 and ZB052, all other corpses are sent to the incinerator."
Yug said in thought:
"ZB051 and ZB052, those seem to be the corpses of a pair of criminal brothers. Okay, I'll note it down. I'm going to send all the other corpses on the third floor into the incinerator."
Li Nuo's heart moved slightly.
Criminal brothers?
Could it be the corpses of the pair of tomb robbers?
Li Nuo had something on his mind, but remained calm on the surface, as if he had nothing to do with ZB051 and ZB052.
Yuge repeated these two numbers in his mouth, for fear that he would remember them wrongly.
He waved his hands towards Li Nuo and the two, walked into the stairwell, and rushed to the underground morgue.
Li Nuo took the glass box from Su Li's hand, shook it gently in his hand, and said to the other party:
"Thank you for the fruit, Su Li. It's so troublesome for you. Not only did you wash it for me, cut it into thin slices, but you also peeled it. I haven't enjoyed this kind of treatment since I left home."
Criticism should be vague, and praise should be specific.
List out everything worthy of praise, and the person being praised will be extremely happy.
When Su Li heard Li Nuo's words, her cheeks turned red, and little stars seemed to pop out of her eyes.
Her breath was warm and she whispered:
"Then when you live here, I will give you fruit every night."
"Okay, thank you again, Su Li." Li Nuo responded with a smile, and then looked at the stairwell with confusion:
"There's one thing I don't quite understand. Why does the Legion assign a sergeant to guard the morgue? Is this a waste of Sergeant Yog's talents? I remember that in the city, as long as you carry a gun, Ordinary people can do this job.”
Su Li turned her head and looked before and after the corridor.
Seeing that there was no one in the corridor, she leaned close to Li Nuo's ear, stared at the almost perfect profile, and whispered:
"His hands would shake uncontrollably and he couldn't hold a gun at all. Even the medical department couldn't cure him. He should have been sent back. However, he had a severe skin disease and could not be exposed to the sun. He was the only one in the entire legion. He was willing to stay in the basement, so he became the long-term morgue guard."
Li Nuo's eyes flashed and quickly returned to normal:
"Oh, that's it, no wonder...Su Li, thank you. I always like to ask questions, so please don't take it off."
"I think it's good for you to be like this. You are more stable and disciplined than ordinary soldiers." Su Li's eyes flashed and her face turned red:
"If you need to read other books, I can help you run errands, borrow them from the reading room, or buy them from private stores."
Go to a private store to buy?
What to buy?
Colorful entertainment reading?
"Jingle Bell."
The bell at the nurse's desk rang.
"Eat the fruit quickly, it won't taste good if it's oxidized."
Su Li raised her hand and pressed it on the glass box, brushing the back of Li Nuo's hand smoothly, then turned and left, leaving behind her plump back.
Li Nuo returned to the room, closed the door, and looked at the oiled back of his hand in confusion...
How strange.
Although women chase men's spacer veils, it's not that simple.
Why does it feel like Su Li is leaning upside down?
(End of chapter)
