Author: Shangyao Yuchen’s Home

"A VIP suffered an injury to his arm and his life is not in danger for the time being."

From the trauma team's airship, four people wearing full-length white protective suits stepped off.

They provided simple treatment to the middle-aged man who fell to the ground and was injured by a stray bullet from the gunfight.

"Your problem is not serious, but it is recommended to stay in the hospital for observation."

The middle-aged man's pain was suppressed by a painkiller, and then he was supported by a person and slowly walked onto the trauma team's airship.

"Wait a minute!"

The cute man ran out of the underground space where corpses were everywhere.

"There's another person here who needs treatment! He's dying!"

The four people wearing white protective suits looked at each other and saw that a company employee stepped off the airship.

"What's going on?" The company man frowned, "We are pressed for time and cannot stay here for too long."

The cute man rushed forward: "Someone is dying! He was shot in the abdomen!"

The company man lowered his head, took out a tablet, and scanned the surrounding environment.

On the green radar screen of the tablet, there was only a red dot in the airship.

"There are no other VIPs. He is just a citizen. He might even be a gangster," the company man said with an indifferent look in his eyes. "There is no rescue value."

With a wave of his hand, the trauma team's airship gradually closed the door.

The cute man felt a surge of anger welling up in his heart.

These people are doing first aid work, but they only save so-called VIPs and don't even look at the dying "worthless" people.

Watching the airship slowly rise, the cute man was so angry that he took out his rifle.

"You!"

Bang bang bang!

The bullets from the rifles bounced off sparks on the trauma team's airship, but that was all.

They were so pressed for time that they didn't even have time to stop the cute man from shooting, and just drove away in the airship.

Just for a VIP who got shot in the arm but had no problems.

…

"They're gone, sorry."

The cute man stepped over a large pile of mosaics and walked to Brother Wolf.

The bearded man was sitting on the ground leaning against the wall. Brother Lang carefully bandaged his abdomen with clothes, but he still couldn't stop the bleeding.

His abdomen is covered in mosaics.

"You don't need to apologize, it's not your fault." Brother Lang comforted the cute man in a rare way, and seemed to be comforting himself.

…

World Channel.

[The wolf that meows like a cat]: Everyone, has anyone found a doctor in this world?

[Player A]: No, is there really a doctor here?

[Supreme Crazy Young Master]: Shared the location coordinates

[Supreme Crazy Young Man]: Here, there is a prosthetic doctor clinic! An old man and an apprentice.

[Cute guy with big eyes]: Thanks, Potato Girl

…

"Walk."

Brother Wolf made a simple stretcher out of blood-stained clothes, and together with the cute man, he carried the man out of the dark alley.

"No passage! No passage!"

The traffic lights are now green, pedestrians are prohibited from passing, and there are flashing red horizontal stripes on the ground.

The two people still chose to cross the road.

Maybe if you wait a second longer, the bearded man will belch.

"How do you see the road? It's a red light now!"

A company man driving a car poked his head out of the car window, cursing.

What he saw was the black muzzle of the pistol.

This player who was passing by looked at Brother Wolf and the cute man carrying the stretcher, and said to himself: "What kind of side mission is this? The NPC on the stretcher is really injured, and his health bar will be gone."

The player turned back, patted the front windshield of the car, and pointed the pistol at the company man's head: "Try to curse again! Stupid NPC! I am the villain today!"

The company people hurriedly raised their hands.

…

"Here we are, this is what Potato Girl said!"

The cute man compared the game map with the location coordinates, walked into the alley and turned right.

The young man in the clinic is raising his right arm and carefully observing the hollow metal product covering his right arm.

This is obviously different from the shape of the prosthetic body, but has many similarities.

"Doctor! He's dying!"

The young man put down the hollow metal product, glanced at the bearded man on the stretcher, and frowned.

"Teacher!" he shouted into the clinic, "Gunshot wound! Emergency!"

An old doctor with gray hair and blue eyes walked out of the clinic.

"Go and turn on the shadowless lamp. Damn it, how can you still be alive after being injured like this?"

…

"Tweezers, not these tweezers, the ones with an elbow."

"Hook up the prosthetic monitoring system and he has no heartbeat."

"Open an intravenous access, he needs some strong medicine."

…

"I regret."

The old doctor with blue eyes came out of the operating room, covered in blood: "The operation was successful, but I'm afraid he won't live long. The bullet made his body a mess, and there is no condition for him to be replaced with prosthetic organs."

He added: "If you had come earlier, there might be a chance of survival."

Brother Lang stood up silently and walked into the operating room.

The dazzling shadowless light was turned off, and the light in the operating room was a little dim.

The bearded man opened his eyes, his abdomen was cut open, and everything inside was clean.

That is the part that experienced doctors believe can no longer be used.

"They smashed my treasured bottle of wine into pieces, and I had no choice but to fight them." I don't know what medicine the doctor gave the bearded man, but he was now conscious. "Wolf, I said I would take you to a big bar."

, there’s no chance now.”

[...shared the location with you: Beauty Bar]

[...I transferred the Beauty Bar VIP digital card to you]

[...1651 Groschens were transferred to you]

He smiled: "Beauty Bar, a famous bar in the fourth district of Djinn City. Wolf, you can't miss it. Tell the female owner of the bar, Broken Arm Locke, that I like a strong woman like her."

"Who did it?" Brother Wolf asked in a deep voice.

"A very honest mercenary organization, but, Wolf, don't trouble them, they just take money to do things," the bearded man's expression became serious, "Don't even go after the employer behind it, they... they are too powerful.

, you can’t afford to mess with me. It was my failure in intelligence work that got the entire organization involved in this mess."

His face gradually lost color: "One last thing, Wolf. Forget your mission, forget that damn crashed airship, and don't go near that place in the wasteland for a whole year."

The bearded man twitched his nose: "I smell the smell of wine. Medical alcohol? That's okay. Wolf, bring it here, I want to drink."

"But--"

"Why, the dead don't deserve to drink?"

The bearded man used all his strength to take the glass bottle filled with medical alcohol, lay on the operating table and swallowed it.

"The taste is okay. Life is great, death is glorious."

After he said the last sentence, he tilted his head and stopped moving.
To be continued...