Luo Qianyun had no time to care about anything else because a young "woman" was sent to the medical tent.

Her legs were badly injured and blood was oozing out, staining her tattered clothes red.

Luo Qianyun hurriedly took out clean gauze and disinfectant and carefully cleaned the wound for her.

Without enough sutures, she had to use pressure to stop the bleeding while she looked for other possible solutions.

She looked everywhere for materials that could replace sutures, and finally found some tough thin threads in a corner. After disinfection, they could barely be used to suture the wound.

Just as she finished sewing, she heard an urgent cry.

Luo Qianyun quickly put down the work in his hands and rushed out.

I saw a little boy lying on the bed, his face pale and breathing weakly.

There was an obvious wound on his head, and blood was constantly flowing out.

Luo Qianyun's heart sank suddenly. She quickly knelt beside the little boy and gently pressed the wound with gauze, trying to stop the bleeding.

At this moment, the personal instructor behind me reminded me: "The 'refugee' just now is only one step away. Are you sure you don't want to deal with it first?"

"I have already done the stitching, so nothing will happen even if it's delayed for half an hour. But this child is different, half an hour may cost him his life." Luo Qianyun felt that even if it was a simulated training, it couldn't just be treated as training.

The matter was of great urgency, and she felt that she should rescue him first.

Seeing her say this, the personal instructor 껩 said nothing more.

Her movements were gentle and quick. She treated the little boy's wounds while softly comforting him.

She carefully examined the boy's body and found that in addition to a head injury, he also had some minor abrasions and fractures.

With resources extremely scarce, Luo Qianyun tried her best to treat the little boy.

She made a simple splint out of wood and cloth to fix the boy's broken bones.

Then, she once again used herbal resources to prepare some anti-inflammatory and analgesic medicine for the little boy.

After intensive treatment, the boy's condition finally stabilized.

She spent a lot of time on the little boy, and waited until she successfully treated him. She even successfully treated four refugees.

When Luo Qianyun returned to the previous tent, she found that the woman who was waiting for treatment inside was gone.

The personal instructor had to tell her the truth, "Doctor No. 3 has already treated the refugees in advance."

Hearing this, Luo Qianyun looked at the big screen. Doctor No. 3 was the team member who had treated the four refugees.

To put it simply, Luo Qianyun was intercepted by someone.

Seeing that she was silent, the personal instructor reminded her: "For refugees, as long as there is one person who can save them, it doesn't matter if it's one doctor or two doctors. They just need to live."

"So intercepting is within the rules, I understand." Luo Qianyun put aside his dissatisfaction and calmed down to continue treating the refugees.

At this moment, an unusual notice caught the attention of the five people present.

"Three refugees died due to unknown reasons. The number of people treated decreased by 1."

As the notice came out, Luo Qianyun saw on the big screen that the number of patients being treated behind Doctor No. 3 had dropped from four to three.

Hearing this, Doctor No. 3, who was performing surgery on a patient, became angry and rushed out of the medical tent where he was. "I was still performing surgery on a patient, how could the patient die?"

After hearing his words, although others thought the report was a bit confusing, someone still reminded him, "How can you come out in the middle of the operation? You should talk about the problem later."

After all, it is easy to be accused if you do such things so openly.

"Today's ranking is based only on the number of people. I've confirmed it." No. 3 said nonchalantly.

Of course, he knew that some behaviors would result in penalty points, so he confirmed with his personal instructor in advance that there would be no penalty points today.

As a personal instructor, you represent the identity of a notary public and you cannot lie about such matters.

That is to say, today we are only looking at the ranking by number of people.

In the tent, the refugee who was halfway through surgery received the reminder and immediately shouted at the top of his voice, "Help! I'm halfway through the surgery and my stomach is still open. Someone come and sew it up for me. I'm dying!"

Luo Qianyun happened to be nearby, and when she heard the shout, she instinctively wanted to run over.

But Doctor No. 3 was standing at the exit of the tent, waiting for them to give him an explanation.

Seeing Luo Qianyun running over, he blocked her way and said, "What are you doing? Are you trying to intercept me? I'm halfway through the operation and you come over. Don't you have any shame?"

"You knew that you were halfway through the operation, so you went on with the operation. Are you going to leave someone alone halfway through the operation on the battlefield?" Luo Qianyun said angrily.

"This is just a scene training. No one is really dead. The operations are all done on simulated surgical instruments. We are not really cutting him open and leaving him hanging." Doctor No. 3 said speechlessly.

Obviously, the number of people who had just been reduced was more important to him. If he didn't figure it out, he would be in trouble if he was reduced again later.

Luo Qianyun was no match for the other party in strength, and since the other party wouldn't let her in, she really couldn't get in.

After three minutes of stalemate, before Luo Qianyun could say anything else, another notification sounded, "No. 3 refugees died due to unknown reasons, the number of people treated has decreased by 1."

As soon as he finished speaking, the number of patients being treated behind Doctor No. 3 on the big screen dropped to only two.

He even fell behind Luo Qianyun and was ranked last.

At this point, Doctor No. 3 was completely panicked.

In the medical tent, the refugee who had just completed the operation was lying there straight, and it was obvious that he was "dead".

Seeing this scene, the others except Doctor No. 3 started a discussion.

"It seems there is still a mechanism for death. The doctor left his post during the operation, resulting in the patient's death. The responsibility naturally lies with the doctor." Doctor No. 1 said.

This is not difficult to understand. This is the case in reality, but there are hidden rules here.

But the first time Doctor No. 3 caused the patient's death, no one knew how he died.

Even Doctor No. 3 himself didn't know. Maybe he thought of it but didn't tell anyone else.

After all, as long as other people don't know, they may make the same mistake as him.

Luo Qianyun ignored him and continued to treat the refugees...

Gradually, sweat soaked her clothes, but she never stopped.

At this time, another person caused the death of refugees for unknown reasons, and the number of people treated was deducted.

There were wails everywhere in the refugee camp, and cries for help were heard from time to time. However, the doctors frowned, groping for the possible mechanism of death.

And Luo Qianyun, after some guesses.