764 Are We Done With Our Mission (1/2)

Even though Silva looked as calm as an Englishman on the outside, he was as agitated as a Brazilian on the inside.

But when he watched Ma Yanlin remove his bandage, the calmness on his face faded faster than the calmness crumbling in soldiers when they participated in World War Two.

”Is the infection serious?” Silva was a mercenary, and he knew the dangers of having an infected wound very clearly. This was especially true when a person was in an environment that lacked adequate medical care and drugs. Even though an infection did not sound serious, it could be life-threatening under these circumstances.

A person could grasp how serious wound infections could be just by looking at the death rate of the American Civil War. Without adequate drugs, wound infections had an extremely high possibility of causing death.

Ma Yanlin's expression was extremely solemn, and he shook his head a little.

'Am I going to die?'

As Silva looked at Ma Yanlin, he suddenly had a mental breakdown. His expression became as agitated as that of a Brazillian's, and he said in a burst of explosive rage, ”I was only scratched by a stone.”

”The infection isn't serious. It just needs a bit of treatment.” Ma Yanlin gave a simple reply, and Selena translated it.

After Silva heard what Selena said, he had another mental breakdown. ”If it's not serious, why did you shake your head!?”

Ma Yanlin raised his head and saw that Silva was almost in tears. He said with a puzzled expression, ”It's habitual for us Chinese. Whenever we are about to say no, we'll shake our heads first.”

”Is there such a thing in China?” Silva looked at Ling Ran with a dumbfounded expression.

Ling Ran was too lazy to pay any heed to their sociolinguistic misunderstanding. He said in a straightforward manner, ”I'll need to debride and suture your wound right now. Because your wound was not debrided right after you got injured, the foreign substances in the wound caused an infection. You've probably eaten some antibiotics, haven't you?”

Silva nodded furiously and said, ”I used a first aid kit.”

The captain, who was standing beside Silva, said, ”We get injured all the time, and usually treat ourselves with the supplies inside the first aid kit. Our wounds aren't usually infected when we head to the hospital after that.”

Ling Ran hummed in acknowledgment and nodded.

Ma Yanlin, who was standing beside Ling Ran, explained, ”It might be because Brazil is a tropical country. Moreover, there's a lot of microbes in the floodwater. Fatigue might also cause your immune system to weaken. There're plenty of reasons that might have caused the infection.”

”Are you saying that it depends on a person's luck?” Silva asked.

”Infection is a game of luck, anyway.” Ma Yanlin shrugged. ”If you were stabbed by a needle that was used by an AIDS patient, there is a one out of three hundred chance of getting infected. Moreover, the success rate of a condom is only 85%...”

”Huh? The success rate of condoms is only 85%!?” The expressions of both the captain and Silva changed.

If you were to compare the look on their faces, Silva's change in expression was more drastic.

Like a community doctor, Ma Yanlin smiled and said, ”You don't have to be too worried. If the condom is used correctly, the success rate will go up to 98%. The main reason for the 85% success rate right now is many people are using them wrongly.”

”How should we use it?” Silva no longer had time to pay any heed to the wound on his waist.

”Don't move.” Ling Ran put on a pair of gloves and placed his hand on Silva's wound. He even moved his hand up and down a few times as he got a feel of the wound, and he looked like he was giving a handjob.

Selena translated what Ling Ran said.

Silva almost went crazy. ”So, I shouldn't move when I'm f*cking!?”

Selena's cheeks reddened. She glanced at Ling Ran and did not translate what he said. She merely replied, ”What Doctor Ling meant was that if you were to move around now, he might need to remove your kidney.”

Silva immediately went stiff.

Ling Ran poked Silva's wound a few times.

Silva gritted his teeth and maintained his composure. He had used up all the life experiences and determination he gathered after being a mercenary for five years, being in university for four years and being a soldier for three years to stop himself from moving.

Ling Ran raised his head in astonishment and glanced at Silva. He muttered to himself, ”He seems tough.”

Ma Yanlin did not understand the conversation between Silva and Selena either. He praised Silva in English. ”Tough guy!”

Silva flashed an indecipherable smile.

When Ma Yanlin saw that, he said, ”His neural processing should be relatively slow. Can we use a lesser amount of anesthetics later and save them for when we really need it? We don't have many drugs left.”