The field hospital covers an area quite large, but the surrounding environment is not very good, there are too many officers and soldiers who died some time ago, next to the field hospital is a huge cemetery, it is said that nearly 10,000 officers and soldiers are buried in it, every night the wind is gusting and the ghosts cry wolves, and the soldiers guarding the hospital light a bonfire or can not dispel the chill.

"Now there are a total of 325 doctors and 674 nurses in the field hospital, and the expeditionary force command has sent half of the doctors and nurses to the mainland, enriching the major hospitals in the country, and we now have two field hospitals, and the other one is in Calais, and the conditions here are not bad, and the conditions of the field hospital in Calais are even worse." Derek Gibson introduced while walking, in fact, the conditions of the field hospital are not bad, although the wards and operating rooms are tents, the ground in the hospital is still leveled, although it has rained a lot recently, there is no water in the hospital, there are independent canteens and toilets, Martin sent a battalion to be responsible for the safety of the hospital, equipped the hospital with fifty trucks, if the hospital is in danger, all the doctors and nurses, as well as equipment and stored medicines, can be withdrawn as quickly as possible.

The French are indeed romantic, even in the field hospital, there are gardens and lawns in the middle of the hospital, and you can see that many flowers and trees have been transplanted temporarily, and there are workers mowing the lawn.

Roque is really strange, if he has the heart to focus on these details, he can't build a complete hospital?

"Why Calais?" Roque had an impression of Calais, from which the Gale fighter flew over the English Channel, the closest French territory to the British Isles.

Derek Gibson didn't answer right away, looking left and right before cautiously: "Calais is the closest to the mainland, and if necessary, we can evacuate France at any time-"

That's why!

It dawned on Roque that it was no wonder that Frenzi insisted on launching the Battle of Ypres, Flanders was by the sea, and now the British Expeditionary Force was concentrated in Flanders, and if the situation developed unfavorably, then the British Expeditionary Force could retreat at any time under the cover of the navy.

The war had only been going on for two months, and the Anglo-French forces were so intrigued that it would be hell to win the war.

The chief physician of the field hospital was Edward Chesterton, who had fought in the Russo-Japanese War and was already the deputy dean in charge of teaching at the Johannesburg Medical School before coming to France.

When I met Edward Chesterton, Edward Chesterton had just undergone an operation, he was wearing a blood-stained lab coat, his hair was disheveled, and his expression was very tired.

"We need more medicine, we need more doctors and nurses, we need warmer houses, winter is coming, and it's clear that the war can't end before winter—" Chesterton said haggardly, as he had to perform more than ten surgeries a day and work more than fifteen hours a day.

"I'll take care of the hospital and I'll make sure that the doctors and nurses will be able to live in a clean and warm house until winter comes." Roque is really distressed, a professor of Edward Chesterton's level, who is a national treasure in southern Africa, is now being used as an ordinary doctor to death - damn war!

Even if Roque hopes that Southern Africa will rise through a world war, he will feel pity for seeing the damage that war has done to people now.

"Damn bastard, what are you doing? You're literally murdering me, I-" Before Roark could reflect on his soul, there was a sudden burst of angry yelling from a nearby tent, followed by the sound of something being knocked over.

"Your hands are shaking all the time, it's normal to not be able to find your veins, relax, you're safe here-" A gentle voice that sounded good.

"Can't you just change someone, damn you guys are experimenting on me?" The irascible voice was still shouting.

Roque walked into the tent, there were six beds in the tent of less than 20 square meters, the head nurse of Chinese descent in uniform was comforting the irritable wounded, and a white female nurse was squatting on the ground with tears rippling to clean up the overturned medical equipment, and there was an obvious footprint on the abdomen of her uniform.

Seeing Roque come in, the head nurse and several nurses immediately lined up and saluted, and they all temporarily changed to military status before coming to France, so that they could enjoy the treatment of officers.

Roque's gloomy gaze stared at the wounded man on the bed.

The wounded stared away, not daring to make eye contact with Roque, apparently aware of the inappropriateness of his actions.

Although Roque is also wearing regular clothes, the marshal's collar badge on the neckline is still very conspicuous.

"What's going on?" Without Roque opening his mouth, Derek Gibson took the initiative to ask.

"Major Henry has just had surgery, and one of his legs has been amputated—" The head nurse looked gloomy.

"It's all your fault, I didn't have to amputate my limb at all, it was your medicine that caused the infection—" The major lying on the bed suddenly became excited.

"I did your surgery, our medication is fine, it was the infection you caused in the early treatment, and you sent it too late-" Chesterton had an impression of Henry.

"I sent it just in time, but you made me lie in the damn hallway for six hours." Henry was so emotional that he picked up a cup from the coffee table next to the bed and threw it at Chesterton.

It didn't hit it accurately, and the cup smashed directly into Roque.

"Nima-" Angel was furious, and with a swipe, she pulled out the nearly ten-centimeter-wide armed belt from the outside of her military uniform.

Barton grabbed it.

"Henry, I have already explained to you, there are many wounded in the hospital, you are important, others are also important, you just lost a leg, many people lost their lives, they have no chance to be admitted to the hospital at all." Chesterton was not angry, he could understand Henry's feelings, and I am afraid that it would be unacceptable to anyone who is not yet thirty years old and will be disabled for life.

But compared to those who died in battle, the injuries were more serious, and Henry was lucky.

Since you are lucky, you should be grateful, instead of venting negative emotions on innocent people.

Or the one who saves himself.

"What's going on with this footprint?" Roark finally spoke, not at all wondering who had cut Henry's leg.

"Linda gave Major Henry an infusion just now, Henry's hand trembled badly, and Linda searched several times but couldn't find the location of the blood vessels-" The head nurse didn't mean to favor anyone, Linda, who still had tear stains on her face, may not be very skilled, but she shouldn't be treated like this.

"You kicked it?" Roque's expression was indifferent.

Henry did not dare to speak, his eyes were full of fear.

"Throw him out." Roque is decisive, although Roque has served as the deputy minister of justice in southern Africa, but Roque is not a judge, and Roque has no time or mood to listen to the truth of the matter, and Roque has a natural position on this matter.

"Your Excellency Marshal, you can't do this, Henry is a battle hero, and he deserves better care-" Before Henry could speak, there were people on the hospital bed next to him to help, and they also had a position.

"Everyone is a hero, including our nurses, today he can kick our nurses, tomorrow he can cut with a knife, Derek, Edward, I remind you again, our doctors and nurses must be protected, and any attack on doctors and nurses must be severely punished!" Roque is not used to stinky diseases, and those who are qualified to receive treatment in the hospital are officers, and they are not used to how arrogant and domineering they usually are, so they must be honest in the hospital.

"Yes Lord, I remember-" Derek Gibson is strictly on the same level as Roque, and Roque and Derek Gibson have a good relationship, but at this time, there is no doubt that Roque is the core of the expeditionary force.

"Thank you, Lord—" Edward Chesterton's eyes were a little red, and although the head nurse and the little nurses did not cheer, their eyes were full of joy, and the eyes of Roque were almost adoring.

"I'm wrong Lord, please don't do this-" Henry panicked, how bad the situation was outside the hospital Henry knew very well, if he was thrown out of the hospital, then he would have to wait for death.

"Major Henry, pray to God, if you can live, I hope you learn to respect others." Roque doesn't talk nonsense, some things really can't be solved by an apology.

"Lord, if you kick Major Henry out of the hospital, then get us out together-" The bearded colonel on the hospital bed next to him strongly supported Henry, the soldier is still bloody, and Roque likes it very much.

"You think I wouldn't dare? Derek, ask all the wounded for their opinion, and if they want to leave, let them all go! Roque didn't care what the impact of doing this would happen, the bearded colonel probably felt that a colonial marshal would not dare to be so presumptuous on French soil, but the bearded colonel didn't know Roque, even in London, if the medical staff in southern Africa were treated unfairly, Roque would turn his face and turn his face.

"Lord—" Derek Gibson never expected things to come to this.

"Make it clear that Southern Africa is not French territory, we are fighting in France for justice, we are not your slaves!" Roque ignored Dererick Gibson, and it will take time for officials in southern Africa to adjust to the fact that southern Africa has risen.

To the Bearded Colonel's embarrassment, no one was willing to leave the hospital, including Henry, and the Bearded Colonel, so when Henry, who was crying wolf, was carried out of the hospital and still at the hospital gate, all the wounded were silent.

The wounded may have hated Roque in their hearts, but they didn't dare to show it, and if they dared to question Roque's decision to his face, then Roque, a werewolf, would definitely not be relenting.

That's right, if you can't be loved, then everyone will be afraid, so that when the wounded want to vent in the future, they will have to consider the consequences.

As for whether this will affect relations between Southern Africa and France, it depends on what the French military and political bigwigs think, and if they think that this is Roque's disrespect for France, then disrespect.

There is nothing to respect for such a France either.