"You idiot!" Linghu grabbed Angel's collar and pushed her aside, angrily scolding: "Damn it, you will kill the special forces soldier. Doesn't he have the same physique as you, an idiot?"

An Qier touched her red and swollen cheeks. She was still stunned and seemed to have not recovered, but she realized one thing: Zhao Ziyang can still be saved!

"Needle and thread!" Linghu held Zhao Ziyang's soft neck and stretched out his hand towards the blade next to him.

The medical suture needle and catgut were placed in Linghu's hands, and a bottle of medical alcohol was handed over for Linghu to clean Zhao Ziyang's wound.

Linghu glanced around, dragged Zhao Ziyang to the coffin and told Dao Feng and Swart: "Put the coffin lid flat and clean it with alcohol."

The two men completed the tasks they had been told quickly and carried Zhao Ziyang and placed him on the coffin board.

Zhao Ziyang's breathing has stopped, but his heart is still warm, and his heart beats unwillingly.

Linhu moved Zhao Ziyang's bloody neck to one side, stretched out his tongue and licked the blood covering it. Then he poured a mouthful of alcohol into his mouth and spit it out, then licked it again until the blood on the wound was cleaned up.

Use a hemostat to find the broken neck artery.

The aorta still flows outward with blood, but the flow rate of blood becomes extremely slow. The disconnected arteries are closed together, gradually sealing the loss of blood.

Carefully finding two arteries, Linghu used a needle and thread to sew the broken sides together and connect the blood vessels together. After joining them, she used a hemostatic forceps to open the wound on her neck to prevent the flesh on both sides from closing together.

Only then did he deal with the gunshot wound on Zhao Ziyang’s body.

The gunshot wounds were not serious. Angel's two bullets only penetrated insignificant parts of his body. They could be cleaned with alcohol and then bandaged.

After Linghu treated Zhao Ziyang's gunshot wound, he immediately began to remove the catgut from the aorta in his neck. The arteries in question had been connected together and blood no longer flowed out.

Linhu once again put his mouth to Zhao Ziyang's wound and licked it over and over again until the wound was clean. Then he removed the hemostat and carefully closed the skin.

"Huh..." After finishing all this, Linghu breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his face.

"Boss, are you okay, boss?" Tiger Shark asked Linghu cautiously.

Linghu said nothing, turned his head and glared at Angel fiercely, took out a plastic hose and walked towards the rifling.

Rifu, who was breathing hard, smiled at Linghu. After taking a deep breath, he took off the sealing tape wrapped around his neck, raised his head and cut the wound on Linghu.

"Alcohol!" Linghu reached out and took the alcohol from Blade's hand, pouring a whole bottle on it to wash the wound.

Then she took out a scalpel and cut the rifling wound wide to expose the trachea. Then she quickly cut the hose in her hand to the length she needed and stuffed it inside.

In pain, Rifu clung to the wall behind him, his nails scratching blood marks on the wall, enduring the pain of a foreign object being stuffed into his throat.

But the pain is short-lived. After the hose is installed, the pleasure of regaining it will wash away all the pain. There is nothing more pleasant than breathing freely, at least Rifu knows that breathing is actually more important than eating and picking up girls.

The wound on Rifling's neck was stitched up by Linghu, and finally he was given an injection of morphine to relieve his pain, or let him hold on longer. After all, this was only a first aid measure on the battlefield, and he would need to be treated after returning.

"Try if you can speak?" Linghu threw the injected morphine aside and stared at the rifling to let it speak.

In fact, this was the most stressful time. If that knife damaged the rifling vocal cords, then he would never be able to speak again in his life.

"You are an angel!" Rifu touched his neck and made a happy sound.

"No, the angel is there." Linghu pointed at Angel, with a strong sarcasm on his face.

"Cough cough cough..." Dao Feng made a deliberate coughing sound and nuzzled at Swartnu, who was on guard at the door.

The two men were lying outside the door with guns in their hands. Pandora also walked towards the other door of the coffin chamber passage, with Tiger Shark following behind him. Wu Nan was pulled out by the scythe hand who followed Linghu. Of course, he was breathing normally.

The rifling was too embarrassed to stay inside, so he went out with the sickleman to watch the stars.

Only Angel and Linghu were left in the coffin, as well as Zhao Ziyang, who was lying unconscious on the coffin board.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Angel broke the silence.

"Linghu, thank you." An Qier said her thank you very sincerely. If Linghu hadn't arrived, Zhao Ziyang would really have died.

No one knows Zhao Ziyang's body better than Linghu. The important topic she is currently researching is Zhao Ziyang's unusual physique, and she is trying to transfer his physique and even develop feasible medicines.

"I just don't want my guinea pig to die, otherwise how can I proceed with my research project?" Linghu shrugged indifferently, still not looking good towards Angel.

It doesn't matter whether Angel is good or bad, as long as Zhao Ziyang doesn't die.

"Linghu." Angel suddenly stared at Linghu, walked up to her in a few steps, and said with a cold face: "I thank you for saving Yang's life. It doesn't matter if you slap me, but if you dare again

Touch him and I'll tear your head off!"

Linghu stared at Angel without showing any signs of weakness, and said with a hint of anger on his face: "Ye Meigui, please listen to me. If you dare to touch my little white mouse again, I will kill you."

You throw it into an African diamond mine and play noble with the miners!"

The two people were tit for tat, neither one giving in to the other, and they started to get jealous. They stared at each other for a long time, neither of them willing to move their eyes away.

"Hehe..." Linghu suddenly laughed, reached out to touch Angel's cheek where he had slapped her, blinked and said: "Little Angel, I'm sorry, I was too impulsive just now, I shouldn't have hit you. But you

What an idiot. Do you think a white mouse can die so easily? Hehehe, don’t glare at me. Don’t worry, I won’t compete with you for your penis. I just want him to give me frequent ejaculation.

Just the blood will be fine.”

Linghu's expression changed very quickly, and he made it clear in his words that he would not compete with An Qier for Zhao Ziyang, and he hugged An Qier like a baby, and moved his mouth to kiss her.

It's a pity that Linghu's pouty mouth was put aside by An Qier, and she now has a gap with Linghu. This gap is not because Linghu slapped her, but because of the matter between Linghu and Zhao Ziyang. She is a woman, a woman

In some aspects, one's mind is always as small as the tip of a needle.

However, she did not handle it properly today, and she is still sweating on her back just thinking about it. It must be said that she does not know Zhao Ziyang as well as Linghu, but she can only refuse to give in to this kind of thing.

The defenders and the lurkers, who were both severely weakened, made a tacit agreement to make a truce. On the one hand, they occupied the pharaoh's coffin chamber in the north, and on the other hand, they occupied the queen's coffin chamber in the south.

The defender colonel was shot in the abdomen by Angel. Although it was not fatal, the warhead needed to be removed from the abdomen urgently. Of course it was impossible to do so here because the warhead was deeply embedded in the intestines.

But the colonel's injuries were really nothing. The most serious injury was to Xie Hu. Both of her lungs were hit by An Qier's bullets, and the bullets were deeply embedded inside, especially the body that was stabbed by Zhao Ziyang with a three-edged thorn.

A complete mess.

The great luck in the misfortune was that Zhao Ziyang did not stab his heart at that moment, otherwise Liehu would definitely have been killed. Even so, Liehu was desperately coughing out blood, and the oxygen hanging in his nose could only come out, not in.

The breath and pupils began to gradually expand and enlarge, and he was about to die.

"Tonic drug!" Jaguar nervously took the cardiotonic drug from Snow Knife's hand, calculated the amount and injected it into the hunting fox.

In this case, the only option is to tow them hard until the helicopter comes to pick them up.

"Cough cough cough... poof..." A violent cough came from Xie Hu's mouth and chest, and the blood from his mouth and nose spurted out, flushing out the oxygen tube from his nostrils.

"Colonel! I'm afraid I won't be able to hunt foxes anymore!" The jaguar raised his head and shouted to the colonel, with grief on his face.

The vampire on the side crawled over weakly. He hugged one of the hunting fox's feet tightly, his eyes exuding despair.

Jesus sat there, took out the cross, and prayed over and over again, with his lowered eyes and face exuding deep hatred.

Fox Hunt is on the verge of death, and such serious injuries can basically determine her death.

The colonel came over holding the wound on his abdomen, knelt down in front of Xie Hu, reached out and gently touched her cheek, showing a loving smile.

"My child, what else do you want to achieve but haven't been able to achieve? I will definitely help you fulfill your wish." The colonel's voice was full of doting. This is probably the only thing he can do.

They didn't dare to perform any surgical operation on Xinghu. Surgery would cause Xinghu's blood to drain out faster, and even the gods would not be able to save him at that time.

Liehu's pupils turned, and he raised his right hand with difficulty. Xuedao, who was standing beside him, squatted down to help, but Liehu refused.

She wiped the blood from her mouth and nose with her forearm and made a weak voice: "Come on, come on, colonel... special, the special forces must, must die... I bite off his blood vessels..."

"Huhu..." Liehu took a few deep breaths with all his strength, and reached out to wrap his arms around the colonel's neck, but failed.

The colonel, who saw through Fox Hunting's thoughts, lowered his head, put his ear to Hunting Fox's mouth, and listened quietly to her last wish.

"You, you quit... Go, go, enjoy your old age... cough cough cough... pfft..." Liehu sprayed a mouthful of blood on the colonel's face, and his pupils stopped moving and began to spread outward little by little.

"Tonic! Cardiotonic!" the colonel roared crazily, his slightly cloudy eyes filled with tears.

You can't imagine what it would be like for a veteran who has spent most of his life on the battlefield to cry. People like them actually have no tears for a long time...

Two cardiotonic drugs were injected into Hunter Fox again, but they basically had no effect. All they could do was maintain the weak beating of Hunter Fox's heart.

The vampire holding Fox Hunt's right foot had red eyes, filled with flames of hatred and pain. His brother was dead, and Fox Hunt was about to die before his eyes.

Mandala, who had been watching with a cold eye, was still watching with a disdainful expression on his lips. Whoever survives to the end has the right to speak. The Baron is a weak one, and the fox hunt is also a weak one. The one who survives is the strong one.

"Call air, mission cancelled! Mission cancelled! I want Fox Hunt's life, I want Fox Hunt's life!" the colonel roared at the Jaguar. He wanted Fox Hunt to live, no matter how high the cost.

"Understood!" The Jaguar immediately turned around and called the helicopter. According to the colonel's instructions, he left here to save the fox hunt.

"Colonel, what about the mission?" Xuedao reminded the colonel.

"Fuck the mission!" the colonel roared through gritted teeth: "I only know that all my team members cannot die here. My responsibility is to lead you all to survive. There are also Pandora, Night Rose, and others among the lurkers.

With Blade, Swart, we have no advantage, no advantage at all!"
Chapter completed!