Delivery man on the battlefield: Start with the sword

Chapter 295 Avoiding Medical Malpractice
Wang Zhifei took out a needle from behind him and prepared to dilute the medicine...

……

You are such a nice person, you actually diluted the medicine for them.

However, when everyone saw Wang Zhifei's needle...

Is this a syringe? Let's not talk about the fact that this syringe can hold a bucket of water. Let's just talk about the needle. Is this a needle or a bayonet? A bayonet doesn't seem to be as fierce as this one, right?

More than a foot long and as thick as a thumb, this...

"Sir, are you here to entertain us?"

"Hahahaha! I'm here just to amuse you! Hold down the guy who asked for the injection!"

"No! No! You are killing people, this is not in compliance with the Prisoners of War Convention, you..."

"Hey, first of all, you have nothing to do with signing the convention, because you are not included in the agreement at all.

Second, compared to massacre, what I did can only be considered a small fight. You are the ones who are handy in doing such immoral things.

Dong Dao, Dong Jian, hold him down!"

"puff!"

As soon as Wang Zhifei inserted the needle, little Gaga was dead. From the chest to the back, with the heart in the middle, a huge thick needle connected these parts.

Injectable drugs?

"Look, look! I told you to help me hold them down, but now they're nailed to the table. What should I do now?"

Everyone...

inject……

Passing through the chest...

Nailed to the table...

Does this have anything to do with injections?
……

"Tell me! Name? Rank, age, home address, why are you here?"

Wang Zhifei asked the man in the white coat. Wang Zhifei looked at him. He looked like someone in charge. Everyone was looking at him.

"Shiro Ishii, Lieutenant General of the Army..."

"Huh?! You are Ishii Shiro? Haha! God has eyes. Okay, all the others will be shot. This old guy belongs to me!"

Wang Zhifei stretched out his hand and grabbed Ishii Shiro. His movements were not slow and with "click, click", the rings on both arms were pulled off.

"Da da da……"

At Wang Zhifei's command, Cui Yong and Mi Long's light and heavy machine guns fired at the same time.

There has never been any psychological burden in beating them, not to mention that everyone knows exactly what these guys are.

You know, according to Wang Zhifei's understanding, Milong and the others had come from their old age. At that time, although they were faced with ironclad facts, they never admitted it.

But what this Kwantung Army Water Supply and Epidemic Prevention Unit is has been exposed. Facing them, this group of people only have hatred and no other thoughts.

The sound of gunfire stunned Shiro Ishii. Those who were shot were all experts in bacteria. Not to mention the knowledge in their heads, even if they were used to exchange prisoners, they would definitely be able to exchange more than ordinary soldiers.

What's more, the youngest honorary military rank among this group of people was major, and they just shot like that. This... This is like breaking into a supermarket warehouse and pouring out tons of Coke just to exchange this bottle for the broken one.

Is this something a normal brain can do?
According to Shiro Ishii's estimation: if he and others were captured and they were regular troops, they would be used to exchange prisoners.

If I am caught by bandits, they will demand a ransom. Whether it is exchanging prisoners or asking for a ransom, they will not do anything to me and will treat me well so that I will cooperate with them.

However, he never expected that this group of people just wanted to kill them.

"Baga! Maluda, what are you doing? Ah! Baga! I am a lieutenant general in the army, and I demand to be treated as a prisoner of war!
Ah! Please! Please! Don't kill me, I want a ransom! I want a prisoner exchange!
No! No! Do you want money? I’ll give you money! Lots of money! Beautiful women, high positions and generous salaries, whatever you want!

I am very valuable. From the beginning of the war till now, you have not captured any prisoners with the rank of lieutenant general, not even those who were killed. I alone can exchange for all your prisoners..."

Shiro Ishii panicked and started crying. This was too unconventional.

"Haha! So you are afraid of death too." Wang Zhifei looked at him with contempt.

"Afraid! I'm afraid of death! I'm very afraid of death! Please, spare my life!"

"Forgiveness? How can I forgive you? Ask the people here who you are using as experimental subjects whether they will forgive you?
Ask yourself, will these tens of thousands of wronged souls spare you? If they spare you, I'm afraid of being awakened by nightmares every night, I'm afraid of being haunted by the wronged souls!

Whether I will spare you or not, you should ask the souls of those who died at your hands. I am kind-hearted and will give you a ride so that you can ask them. "

After Wang Zhifei finished speaking, he dragged the guy to the storage room, where there were rows of glass shelves with various pathogens or mutants on them.

Shiro Ishii started begging for mercy at the beginning, but ended up cursing and then becoming refusing to cooperate.

Wang Zhifei put the butt of his gun to his chin and hit him. "Crack!"

Now, Shiro Ishii’s jaw was broken and he could only whimper like a wild beast.

Looking at the rows of organs soaked in formalin, Wang Zhifei felt furious.

"System, I have never asked you for anything, but now I beg you to help me take photos of all of these, and then make them look old, so that no instrument can detect that they are new.

Also pack up a copy of the information here and the number of deaths. I owe you a favor."

OK!

This time the system did not bargain. Not only that, Wang Zhifei felt that he was actually a little happy.

No matter what, Wang Zhifei has achieved his goal. The next step is to entertain the infamous Ishii Shiro.

Wang Zhifei picked and chose from the shelves: cholera bacteria, plague bacteria, hemorrhagic fever virus, tuberculosis bacteria, typhoid fever, typhus, tetanus bacteria, anthrax virus, toxic gas, red thorn mushroom, Escherichia coli, streptococcus, encephalitis virus, smallpox virus, influenza virus...

They picked up a bunch of bottles and cans, tied Ishii Shiro to the rack, put on protective clothing, and injected the drugs intramuscularly, intravenously, and orally...

Anyway, no matter what it is, it must be injected intramuscularly. Shiro Ishii certainly knew what this thing was and his eyes widened in horror.

"Woooooooo..."

He wanted to beg for mercy with tears and snot, but when the first syringe pierced his muscle, he became completely motionless and hopeless.

The more I understand, the more I realize that once you're infected with this stuff, your chances of survival are almost zero, not to mention there are so many of them mixed together.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm also a doctor, and I'm certified, there will definitely be no mistakes in the injection.

See? It's a standard deltoid injection, so don't move around to avoid medical accidents."

(End of this chapter)