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Chapter 553 Congratulations on Shi Jiu's conducting debut!

A medical center somewhere.

"Take a shot of adrenaline! This place is dying!"

"OR-23 hormone! We need coagulation spray here! Someone can help me, I need to suture a large wound! We don't have enough manpower here!"

"He's busy! Who can help find his left leg? It seems to have fallen into the rubble of the evacuation point. If it's too late, the leg will have to be amputated!"

"Fuck, what are you talking about? Amputation is just amputation! I've already had surgery here, and three people are here to perform cerebral cortical resection surgery with me!"

"Who has an extra scalpel? My scalpel was bent by the patient's bare hands! Hey, don't move, it's just an egg, it's no big deal if it's removed... Ah, come here, come here

!The patient hit someone!"

In the tent of the medical point, hospital beds are arranged neatly one after another. Amidst the noisy sound, people in white clothes shuttle back and forth between the neatly arranged hospital beds, walking in a hurry.

You can see simple surgical scenes everywhere here. Every hospital bed, every injured patient, and every white coat represents an operation.

The air was filled with a strong smell of bloody rust and disinfectant. If ordinary people came to this camp, they would probably get alcohol poisoning after staying in this tent for ten minutes. However, whether it was the injured or the people in white who were treating the injured,

, all move freely as if they feel nothing.

Most of the people in white clothes hold scalpels, bandages, suture needles, and syringes in their hands, and they are constantly treating patients lying on the hospital bed.

They used surgical tweezers and alcohol cotton to clean the wounds, suture the wounds, and inject injections into the injured... Various operations are simple to say, but in society, operations that take three to five people half an hour to complete are very difficult in society.

It doesn't take a minute in their hands.

Their surgical procedures are characterized by one word - fast!

Surgery is obviously a series of very ordinary surgical procedures, but in their hands, it is as if time has been accelerated, and the surgical instruments in their hands are dazzling.

It's like suturing a wound. In ordinary people's minds, this should be an extremely delicate and slow process. However, the people in white clothes use suturing needles and threads to such an extraordinary degree that afterimages appear. Often, if you look closely, you can only see the shadow of the needle.

After a blur, a wound was sutured.

And the injuries they dealt with were not simple. Every one of them had tangled muscles. Faced with the severe pain of surgery without anesthesia, they all looked as normal and did not blink their eyes.

Several black soldiers injured in the battle with the zerg were lying on the hospital bed in the corner of the camp while undergoing surgery and chatting.

Their injuries were relatively minor in this camp, and they were all the result of fighting the zerg. However, the minor injuries here might already be considered serious injuries in the eyes of ordinary people.

For example, there is a black soldier whose waist and abdomen are a mass of blood and flesh, and his upper body and lower body are only connected by a vertebra. Bai Yi is working hard to perform surgery to restore the nerve sensation in his lower body, trying to connect his lower body to his upper body.

Join again.

The bleeding has stopped, and with the coagulation spray there, there is basically no possibility that the black soldier will lose too much blood and fall into coma.

The injuries of other black soldiers were similar. Among them, one black soldier's left hand, left leg and right leg were all separated from his body. The worst possibility is that he will become a cripple with only his right hand remaining in his limbs for the rest of his life.

The reason why they are so cruel is not because the zerg are too strong, but because they want to protect the people.

The underground bugs appear quite suddenly, but for them, having a sixth sense for early warning means they are not unprepared.

But the real problem is that after the Zerg appeared, it almost immediately targeted a large group of people. How terrifying would it be if the fearful pheromones of thousands of ordinary people gathered together? In the eyes of the Zerg,

How delicious?

So in order to protect the people at the evacuation point from being attacked by the zerg, almost all the black soldiers at the extraction point chose to burst out with pheromones as soon as the zerg emerged from the ground!

In the state of pheromone burst, every black soldier is a god of war.

The acuity of their senses has been magnified several times, and all disturbances are extremely sensitive to their eyes, which allowed them to survive the most ferocious stage of the zerg at the beginning.

What really hurt them was that when the zerg were almost killed, their pheromones dried up, causing their sixth sense to lose its function, and the zerg casually injured them seriously.

And the reason why they didn't die has a common reason...

"Make way, make way, here comes another wounded person! Make room for the bed!"

Several people in white clothes walked toward the corner of the camp carrying a stretcher. On the stretcher was a bloody black soldier.

"Here comes another one."

One of the black soldiers who was undergoing an amputation operation muttered,

The other black soldiers greeted the newly arrived wounded: "Hey, brother, were you also saved by the prophets?"

The bloody black soldier on the stretcher said weakly: "Brother, I'm a girl!"

"Forehead……"

"But you are right, I was saved by the Prophet and the others." The female black soldier added.

A black soldier nearby who was undergoing surgery to repair a massive internal hemorrhage interjected: "I had long heard that a team of black soldiers was conducting rescue operations everywhere. It wasn't until I was rescued that I realized that the rescue team was led by a prophet."

"Same as above." Other black soldiers also agreed.

"It was mentioned in the details of this evacuation mission that he went out with Thorns to exterminate Papua New Guinea zerg, but found a large number of zerg underground. The evacuation of Papua New Guinea people was caused by him, and the entire evacuation plan

It was also formulated by the prophet together with the expert team in the organization."

"Prophet, that guy is so strong... Is there a need for a bed? Forget it, I'll make room for it. It's just an amputation anyway, it's not a big deal."

The female black soldier who was carried over on the stretcher said hello: "Thank you, brother."

"How were you injured?"

The female black soldier replied: "The muscles were broken and one-eighth of the muscles in the body were eaten by the zerg. Now the muscles need to be rejoined."

"Huh, so the situation was critical at that time, right? It was obviously at the last moment, and we were almost eaten by the zerg."

"Who says it's not? If it weren't for the prophet..." At this point, the female black soldier suddenly became excited, "That prophet, he killed the zerg that was eating my flesh and blood with one shot without any deviation!

And more importantly, he really just shot me casually, and after saving me, he was still killing the Zerg crazily! This is the first time I have seen such a powerful black soldier in my long time as a black soldier!"

The other black soldiers looked at the emotionally out-of-control female black soldier, and then looked at the white soldier who was injecting medicine into the female black soldier.

"Brother in white, is your injection dose a little too high?"

There is obviously something wrong with the female black soldier's emotionally obliterated state.

Baiyi glanced at the other black soldiers indifferently: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"
Chapter completed!
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