Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 247 - 234 French Surprise

Chapter 247: Chapter 234 French Surprise

A preliminary agreement was reached; what remained was the tedious task of finalizing the settlement and hammering out the details of cooperation into a concrete deal.

Most crucially, Gao Yi’s group couldn’t leave directly because of the three patients with external injuries and two others who were still in comas with internal injuries.

People tend to worry about immediate problems; just a moment ago, the focus was on escape, but now the concern shifted to the conditions of Feng Biao and Lin Xianghua, as well as why Luca and Lucy hadn’t yet awakened.

It was at this stage of treating the injured that Gao Yi learned just how versatile a private plane could be.

He knew of medical ships before, which were used in fleets—a single ship serving as a mobile hospital.

Now, Gao Yi realized that planes could also serve as mobile hospitals, albeit small ones.

But the fact that the plane’s hospital could perform organ transplant surgery was truly shocking.

Gao Yi was completely astounded.

The plane was at Paris’s Orly Airport, on the southern side of the city, quite close to where Gao Yi and his party were. From the choice of this landing airport, it was clear that Prince Shaman had been very thoughtful.

There were two operating rooms—one primary and one backup, along with a full set of diagnostic equipment. Of course, there were no large machines; everything was compact and portable. But for performing surgical operations, these were more than enough.

And, of course, a life support system was essential.

The most important aspect, though, was the doctors. Put simply, the plane was staffed with three of the world’s top surgeons capable of performing organ transplants.

As Feng Biao and Lin Xianghua were taken for surgery, Gao Yi and Abdulla waited in the aircraft’s cabin.

"This plane is incredible."

Having a rare moment of relaxation, Gao Yi firstly expressed his amazement before exclaiming, "I had no idea such medical planes even existed; this is truly amazing."

"Oh," Abdulla spoke with a lightness that belied the gravity of his words, "It was confiscated by His Highness from a prince who not only owned this medical plane but also had organ donors following him around constantly. In case of any accident, immediate transplant surgery could be conducted."

Abdulla’s casually spoken words actually held a rather horrifying implication.

Gao Yi was silent for a moment, hesitating before finally saying, "It was good that it was confiscated."

"I share the same view," Abdulla said quietly.

At that moment, a doctor came over, and Gao Yi quickly stood up, anxiously asking, "How is it?"

"The situation is complex, but preliminary assessments don’t show severe injuries; there’s no cerebral hemorrhage, no lung contusion or rupture. Concussion is certain; the eardrums are ruptured, and the eyeballs are bloodshot but not burst. So, the two patients injured by shockwaves are at the border between severe and minor conditions."

The doctor tried to explain in terms Gao Yi could understand, then after pondering for a moment, he said, "Other than surgery to repair the eardrums, no further action is needed, just rest."

"How long before they can move around?"

"Three days to a week for activity, complete recovery in two weeks."

After speaking, the doctor looked at Gao Yi’s leg and said, "It’s about time we attend to your wound."

Gao Yi had been shot in the arm, which left a bullet hole. The good news was that the bullet had passed through the muscle cleanly, effectively creating a small 5.56mm hole. It exited before it could tumble and deform.

Had it hit squarely, Gao Yi’s arm would have been rendered useless, but now, it was just a matter of addressing a through-and-through wound—a minor issue within the scope of surgery.

Rather, the real trouble was Gao Yi’s legs, which had their trousers shredded by the shockwave, scuffing the skin painfully.

The skin on Gao Yi’s legs hadn’t peeled off, but they continued to bleed, indicating that the skin had essentially broken down and lost its function.

Moreover, the blood had soaked through his trouser legs.

Gao Yi took a breath and said, "Alright, then please take care of my legs."

Li Jie had been shot, but his injury was relatively easier to deal with. His surgery was already done, and he was now placed on a bed, asleep.

Being able to sleep meant no need to stay awake and endure pain.

Gao Yi sat down, then removed his shirt and trousers, wearing only shorts while sitting in the chair.

Firstly, they treated the arm wound. The initial cleaning stage didn’t feel too painful, thanks to the local anesthesia. Without being fully sedated, Gao Yi occasionally couldn’t help but look away when he felt an innate fear.

Then came the more troublesome leg wounds. For injuries sustained in battle, this level of damage was insignificant—mere scratches—truly trivial matters.

But to a dermatologist, such injuries were a nightmare—not for difficulty, but for the annoyance they caused.

Preserving the skin to return it to its pristine condition was quite difficult.

A war doctor wouldn’t consider whether a patient’s skin is rough or smooth in the future, but for a doctor on a private medical plane, if he doesn’t think about that, does he still want to make big money?

"There is no specific medicine for this situation on the plane..."

Just one glance and it seemed like the doctor’s sweat was about to stream down.

Filled with tension, the doctor looked up at Gao Yi with a slight stammer, "The medicine on the plane can reduce inflammation, prevent skin infection and ulceration, but to treat superficial necrotic skin and subcutaneous tissue, promote skin growth, and repair the skin, there are no specific medicines on board..."

Abdulla furrowed his brows.

Gao Yi, with an indifferent expression, said, "It’s okay, anti-inflammatory will do, even better if it can alleviate the pain. My legs really do hurt, like they’re constantly being scalded in boiling water, uncomfortable. Just stop the pain for now."

The doctor looked towards Abdulla, who, with a displeased face, looked at Gao Yi and said, "What are you talking about? Do you think it’s nice to have both legs full of scars, not wanting to wear shorts in the future? Or will people recognize you when you wear shorts? We people who do secret work, how can we leave obvious scars on our bodies? Speaking of scars, that scar on your chest is quite... remarkable."

Gao Yi glanced at it and smiled, "Uh, for the sake of looking good."

Abdulla looked at the doctor and asked, "How soon can we find it?"

"There should be some in France, but we definitely have it in our country."

"Have someone bring it over. I will arrange a plane, have someone go to the airport as fast as possible."

After speaking, Abdulla said to Gao Yi, "It’s just a few hours. Their surgeries might not even be complete by then."

Actually, surgery could be performed during the flight, but once in the air, there would unavoidably be turbulence. So if there wasn’t an extreme rush, naturally it’s better to complete the surgery on the ground.

The doctor went to prepare the medicine; Gao Yi took this moment to whisper, "Can we take off? No issues, right?"

Abdulla pondered for a moment, then whispered, "As of now, there are no issues, but I’m a bit worried. I don’t know if the Americans will set up any obstacles because..."

"Because what?"

"Because we’ve made a substantial arms procurement deal with France. So, the French are naturally happy, but the Americans are not, they definitely hope that we would buy American fighter jets."

By now, Abdulla was willing to talk to Gao Yi about everything.

Gao Yi, puzzled, said, "But Saudi has been buying arms from the United States all along, hasn’t His Highness Prince just signed a big deal with the United States?"

"You don’t understand, military procurement, is it really just about buying those weapons? No, the so-called arms purchase is more about political orientation, which is..."

Actually, it’s like protection money, but Abdulla was reluctant to spell it out.

After some thought, Abdulla finally whispered, "It’s essentially paying for protection. Our idea is to have more than one source of weapons, more than one friend who can help, one more leg to walk on."

Talking about financial power sounds good, but when you spend big money like that, don’t you feel frustrated?

Shaman knew, Abdulla knew, Saudi is wealthy, but that’s all.

Now Shaman’s idea was to stand tall when spending money. After spending it, he should be treated as the boss, not like before. Despite pouring money into the United States, they were still just underlings, not experiencing what it feels like after spending money.

However, the dignity and face of a great nation can’t be bought with money.

Saudi is a big spender, but Shaman didn’t want to be the fool of a wealthy family.

Nevertheless, Shaman’s idea, which was already in motion, was quite dangerous.

It was also to save Gao Yi, but even before Gao Yi’s incident, Shaman had already started contacting France, so Gao Yi was just one of the catalysts for Shaman’s decision, but not the sole reason.

Saudi had previously bought arms from France, and not in small amounts, but in recent years, indeed, the purchases had dwindled. Shaman’s dealings with France saved Gao Yi, which was a slap in the face to the CIA. But buying fifty-four Rafale fighters and forgoing the purchase of F-35s was a slap in the face to the United States.

To put it precisely, it harmed the interests of the American military-industrial complex.

So the matter might not be that simple.

Now it all depended on how tight-lipped the French were. If the French could keep a secret, even for just a few months, or even a few days, it would be enough for Gao Yi and his company to safely fly back to Saudi and find somewhere else to hide.

In that case, Gao Yi would still have to worry about how to bid farewell to Shaman after arriving back in Saudi.

But if the French couldn’t keep secrets and the events here were quickly known by the Americans, it could be bad.

Abdulla definitely knew better, so he looked at Gao Yi with a concerned expression and said in a low voice, "Don’t worry. We’ve repeatedly requested the French to keep it confidential, and for the sake of completing this transaction, the French should know to keep quiet. After all, if the information leaks, the biggest loss would be for France, especially for Dassault. They should keep quiet for the sake of money."

As if to annotate Abdulla’s words and remind them how unreliable the French could be, just as Abdulla finished speaking, a phone call came in.

Abdulla answered the call, and after listening to a few sentences, his facial expression became quite marvelous. Finally, he couldn’t help but sigh, "The French! The French really know how to give people surprises!"