The Strongest Battlefield Hospital on the European Continent

Seeing that the other party, relying on their early arrival, refused to back down, Ferinank said helplessly:

"Major, if you are willing to give me your hospital admission, I can pay you 500 Florin."

"No, I don't want your money."

"800 Florin."

"No..."

Ferinank gritted his teeth, pulled Hedwig along, and limped a few steps to the side, lowering his voice to say:

"I can give you three ' Square Armor ' in exchange for a chance to be admitted to the hospital."

"Square Armor?!" The latter's eyes lit up immediately. He knew that it was the French Army's latest mysterious "armor," capable of stopping bullets and saving lives in critical moments!

Ferinank nodded. "Brand new."

Hedwig somewhat tempted— the French Army kept the "Square Armor" a closely guarded secret, and it was impossible to buy even with money. The few that appeared in the Austrian Army were mostly stolen by soldiers from fallen France soldiers.

Seeing that he was still hesitant, Ferinank had no choice but to reluctantly increase his bet:

"Four pieces, that's all I have."

"Deal." Hedwig finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He had seen the "Square Armor" before; four pieces could almost cover his entire chest. His injuries should last him a few more days. If he stayed at the French Army Battlefield Hospital, he could go in as soon as a bed became available and probably still make it in time. But if he got those "Square Armor," it would be like having an extra life; the trade was worthwhile.

Ferinank then gestured for him to get in the car, took a thick cloth bag from the box, and whispered:

"You must be careful not to be seen by the French Army."

According to the French Army's demands, anyone who obtains these items must return them, or they will resort to force to take them back.

Hedwig opened the cloth bag and, sure enough, saw a square, metallic-looking object inside— the Bulletproof Insert used by the Royal Guard Legion Infantry.

He carefully checked all four pieces, confirmed they were fine, and happily re-bandaged them, momentarily forgetting even the pain in his wound.

"You are now admitted to the hospital. We wish you a speedy recovery."

Ferinank nodded reluctantly, then turned and got out of the car.

It's worth noting that these "Square Armor" could fetch 500 Florin each in the Austrian Army, and even then, they were extremely rare and hard to find. It's said that Marshal Lacy personally went to ask General Kellermann of France for one, but he was unable to obtain even one.

He pushed Perna aside and said to the disinfection worker behind her, "We've reached an agreement, Doctor. Please allow me to be admitted."

The latter, however, took a step back with a strange expression, then bowed to Perna and said, "What do you think of this..."

Perna sighed softly. Women had a low social status in this era, and she was used to it. Turning to Ferinank, she said, "Please lie down there. I need to examine your wound and then disinfect it."

Due to the shortage of beds in Battlefield Hospital, foreign wounded soldiers can only be admitted after being confirmed to require treatment.

Ferinank looked at her in surprise and said to the disinfection worker, "Do your laundry women also treat injuries?"

"Ahem—" The latter could no longer hold back, her tone turning harsh, "Please watch your words, this is our manager Doctor Perna!"

"Huh? She's a military medic?" Ferinank's eyes widened. "And the person in charge?!"

The disinfection worker gestured behind him. "This Battlefield Hospital was founded by Doctor Perna. She is also His Crown Prince's personal physician."

Perna blushed slightly. In reality, the Crown Prince had another imperial physician, and she was just using the excuse of a routine check-up to stick close to His Highness.

"This, this..." Ferinank hurriedly raised his hat to Perna in a gesture of respect, "Please forgive my rudeness, esteemed doctor."

Even after he entered the Battlefield Hospital, he was still uneasy. What if he had offended the person in charge and they were just going through the motions with his injuries?

He quickly whispered to his servant, "Go and fetch 500 Florin to prepare a generous gift. Hopefully, this will appease the doctor's anger."

He then discovered that the Battlefield Hospital was full of female medical personnel wearing white uniforms and small, swallowtail-shaped caps.

Soon, a girl of about eighteen or nineteen years old with beautiful big eyes came to his bedside and smiled, "You're not France, are you? Can you understand French?"

Yes, I speak French.

"Oh, that's great," the girl said. "I'm Annai, your nurse. I'll take your temperature now."

"Nurse?" Ferinank repeated the word in surprise.

"You can think of them as someone who helps the doctor take care of you," Annai smiled sweetly. "Now, please open your mouth, but please don't bite the Thermometer."

As Ferinank watched her departing figure, his mind was filled with images of her vibrant eyes and graceful waist.

Ten days later.

Thanks to the meticulous treatment provided by the French Army Battlefield Hospital, Ferinank's wounds did not become infected and have begun to scab over.

In reality, there wasn't much treatment; they just disinfected the wound regularly and gave the patient some "the Crown Prince's Blessing." But for wounded soldiers of that era, this was already top-tier medical care.

Doctors in other countries often use unsterilized bandages—perhaps just taken from some unfortunate soul who died of infection—to bandage the wounded, leading to infection.

Infections from clothing, bedding, and even water were also common. Basically, apart from extremely robust soldiers, even minor injuries could lead to death from infection.

In Perna's Battlefield Hospital, she strictly adhered to all the instructions given by His Crown Prince —bedding, clothing, and bandages had to be sterilized by boiling on schedule; medical instruments were soaked in 75% Alcohol; the environment was disinfected with Alcohol daily; and cooled boiled water was used to clean wounds and for drinking...

As long as vital organs are not damaged, more than 70% of injured people can recover. In other countries, this rate is less than 20%.

With Perna introducing the Crown Prince's improved Hemostatic Forceps and fishhook-shaped Suture Needle into surgery, this proportion is rising to 80%.

The high recovery rate made the soldiers even braver and more Dreadnought —everyone believed that minor injuries would be cured in a few days at Battlefield Hospital. This directly enhanced the combat effectiveness of the Royal Guard Legion.

In addition, the Battlefield Hospital regularly hosts song and dance performances by the nurses.

More than half of these nurses had worked in the "service" industry before coming to work for the Royal Guard Legion, since most women in that era were unwilling to work in the medical field, Perna had no choice but to select people from the "fallen" group.

So most of these girls have some kind of talent – they were trained by the shop in the past.

For soldiers, being wounded and admitted to Battlefield Hospital has almost become a reward.

In a secluded corner of the Battlefield Hospital, Annai sat on Ferinank's lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, whispering something and occasionally letting out a soft giggle.

Suddenly, a French Army Lieutenant, his left arm slinged to his chest, rushed out from behind a nearby tent, pointing his right hand at the Austria and shouting, "You bastard, let Annai go!"