Pain actually has a threshold.
When pain exceeds that threshold... you think it will stop hurting? No, it gets even worse! Every nerve spasms from the pain. To ensure the operation could proceed normally, Austin had already been strapped to the operating table.
It was just like how psychiatric hospitals treated violent patients. They always secured them tightly to their beds with calfskin straps.
Like most soldiers, Austin had also told the doctor, "I won't need this thing," but the doctor still had her restrained.
The moment the forceps entered the wound and gripped the shrapnel, the pain made Austin lose control of herself.
Her entire body trembled. There was no anesthetic, no painkillers, and a shortage of medicine.
But this wasn't a major problem, because more medicine would soon be sent to the front lines. It was just that anyone wounded during this period would have a somewhat... unpleasant experience.
If that had been the most intense pain, then pulling out the shrapnel embedded in her muscles and fused with her muscle fibers, blood vessels, and even nerves was even more painful!
Austin screamed loudly, her face flushed bright red. Every time she cried out, flecks of spittle flew from her mouth. She looked not only ugly but utterly miserable.
The doctor steadily pulled out the shrapnel. He could even feel a suction from inside the wound, as if it didn't want to let the fragment leave. But it still came out.
Watching the not-particularly-large fragment drop onto a tray, Austin seemed to feel a little better. "Is it... over?"
The doctor glanced at it and smiled. "Almost!"
He glanced at the nurse beside him. "Clean her wound, then stitch it up. I'm going next door."
The so-called next door was actually just behind a curtain. There were no