"How ironic life is because the more you thought everything will be fine, the more it will not be."
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"Dortor Im! Please help us here!" I stopped running the moment someone called my name. I turned around and saw two other doctors carrying a soldier, almost soaking with his own blood. I handed the medicines I am carrying to a nurse passed by me and told him to take it to tent number 4.
I run towards the area where they are and I helped them transfer the soldier to the operating room here in the camp.
I checked the soldier and he is already barely breathing. This is not good. He's in critical condition and he can die any minute now. I must save him. I ordered one of the doctors I am with to search for his medical history in the documents section here in the camp so that I can know what is his blood type without any test needed.
The doctor immediately went out of the operating room and headed towards the documents' area. The doctor left with me looked at me in the eyes then she looked to the soldier. I already know what she's thinking about the patient. She's younger than me and I think it's her first time here in this field. One thing I learned from being a doctor is that, you have to fight for your patients life because they need your help.
"No, he'll survive. Just trust me." I said then started to clean his wounds all-over his body. I shook my head in awe when I saw a deep wound of gunshot beneath his stomach. I wonder what did he do just to save other soldiers from the war yesterday.
I started to clean the area of the wound and pour antiseptic to the sides of it.
"Dr. Shin, scalpel please." I said to the doctor who's with me at the moment. "Okay." She said then hurriedly went to the tray of medicinal tools then handed me the sanitized scalpel.
I poured a little amount of water to the wounded part of the soldier and injected him with an anesthesia.
"I'm so sorry but it may cause you a lot of pain Sir, just fight it a little bit more so that you'll not die." I said to the soldier. I don't know if he heard me or not at least I said it to him. It's not about the pain anymore, it's about how to save him now.
I opened the part of his abdomen where the gunshot is. I heard him groan a little and all I can do is to say sorry multiple times. I didn't want him to suffer from this but I have to save him. After getting the bullet inside his body, I stitched up the wound and covered it with gauze. I am about clean the big scrape of wound on his leg when the doctor that I asked for the documents arrived.
"Doctor Im! I already have his documents. His blood type is O, he needs blood transfusion now but we already ran out of type O, what should we do?" He said worriedly.
