"Quick! Quick! Quick!"
"Gurgle..."
After nightfall, another stretcher cart passed by the door.
Noland Lee put down the book in his hands and took out the Personal Panel to do some calculations.
Not counting the stretcher cart just now, from this afternoon to eight o'clock in the evening, a total of 20 severely wounded military officers had been sent here by the soldiers.
Eight of them were successfully rescued and transferred from the Surgery Room to the wards.
The remaining 12 people were all critically injured, and the soldiers carried them to the incineration furnace or the morgue.
Noland Lee collected 2.4 points of Soul Strength from these 12 people and now had 3.6 points of Soul Strength in hand.
According to this ratio, if he stays up all night and keeps a close watch on the corridor, he can collect at least 50 points of Soul Strength before leaving the Medical Department.
This is a considerable expected income.
Enough to use half of the "Death Finger."
