Chapter 259: Died for Love

After hearing the captain's order, the team members who had long wanted to strike walked back from the ruins.

Seeing that all the team members were withdrawing from the ruins, the captain breathed a sigh of relief and ordered everyone to retreat, encircle the fire scene with a yellow cordon, so as not to let the onlookers come up. The intuition told him that the fire scene must be not simple.

"Father, I found a skeleton." A handsome young man suddenly poked his head out from behind a pile of ashes. He saw that his whole body was covered with black ashes, but he still could not cover the handsome momentum emitted by the delicate facial features on his face.

"Child, come here quickly." The captain suddenly tightened his heart as he looked at the bright smile.

The firefighter was an intern and the captain's son. It was the captain who had worked so hard that he pulled this ingenious son to the fire brigade.

This time I originally wanted to exercise him, but the severity of the fire on the scene was beyond his imagination. But since he had arrived, he couldn't protect himself, so he had to let him participate in the rescue.

But unexpectedly, the unfilial son was eager to use his merits to change his father's prejudice, so his father did not obey at all when he was gathering the team.

"Rebellious son, come here quickly." The captain shocked him with his father's majesty. He was stunned for a moment, but still walked over obediently.

"Be careful, never let your skin touch anything at the fire scene, especially bones." The captain warned him carefully, his heart beating wildly.

But things went against their wishes. With a click, he didn't know what he stepped on, and the thing he was suffering had broken. He was unprepared and his body fell straight down.

A human-headed skeleton was bounced up, then quickly descended, and finally hit the head steadily.

Bang.

He was a little dizzy, but being hit by a human-headed skeleton still made him feel panicked, and he speeded up and wanted to run out.

"Ah!" The moment the human head skeleton fell, the captain's father's heart suddenly sank, and he felt that his son was in short order.

Sure enough, he saw strands of hair beginning to fall from his head on the top of his son's head.

"Stop, stop for me, don't run over." The captain hurriedly raised his pistol and pointed it at his son.

"Ah, Father, my head hurts so much, my head hurts so much." He began to scream, covering his head with his hands and crying loudly, but his steps still showed no sign of stopping.

"Son, stop for me, otherwise I will shoot." He knew that if he broke through, everyone on the scene would no longer have a chance to survive. He could not let so many subordinates die in vain because of his son's life.

"Father...ah..." With his heart-wrenching scream, his scalp was taken off his head like a hat. The bloody scalp was covered with maggots.

However, the severe pain still failed to stop the pace of progress. He still ran towards his father with a scream.

Ten meters...5 meters...3 meters...

It would be too late to shoot. He calculated in his heart and looked at his son with his eyes. If possible, he even wanted to sacrifice his life for his son's life.

The fingers that moved the trigger seemed to have been slapped with anesthetics, and there was no need for any effort.

Two meters...one meter...is about to get into the crowd.

The rest of the people were stunned by this scene and stayed at a loss.

Click.

The pistol was thrown away by the captain. He rushed to his son, less than one meter away from him, and threw him to the ground.

ah!

There was another scream, and blood splattered again. However, this time it would splash out from the son's eyes, flying more than two meters high.

"Closed the neighborhood to me and report to the superiors. Never come in this area until there is no superior's instructions. Evacuate the nearby residents quickly..."

He still had a lot of things to say, but now he had no strength. Because there was some air leakage in his chest, he could not lift the force up no matter how hard he used, and he could only make a slight breathing sound in his throat.

He turned over hard, but found that the flesh on his chest had rotted, revealing the organs inside.

"Why are you still standing there? Get out of here quickly..." The captain cursed with some strength from somewhere.

The crowd scattered like frightened mosquitoes and fled around.

In the ward, while listening to Conan Doyle's report, Jingthorn secretly felt sad: "It's all my fault that I was too careless and ignored the matter of the worm. Otherwise, the country would not have to spend such huge manpower and material resources to calm the cholera this time."

"Team leader, it's not your fault. No one would think of this possibility. You don't have to blame yourself." Conan Doyle comforted Jingthorn, glanced at the wound on her arm and said, "How is the wound on your hand? No big deal."

"Yeah, it's okay." She replied casually: "How is the control of the Guworm now?"

"Most of the worms have been wiped out by the powders developed by experts, and a small number of worms have fallen into the sewer. The government has taken urgent measures to close three water supply stations and more than a dozen water supply channels. The nearby water supply stations have also undergone detailed inspections and disinfection. The safety of the lives and property of the surrounding people will not be threatened."

"Yeah, that's good." Jingtie let out a long sigh, leaned on the chair, and looked out the window: "Report the whereabouts of Master Bird and Taoist nun?"

"Master Bird Bird still has a breath. The doctor said he was basically free from the threat of death. The Taoist nun died on the spot because she removed the insects. She had been disposed of by the government and the rest of the corpses." Conan Doyle's tone was miserable, and she choked up several times in one sentence, but in the end she reported the matter clearly to Thorns.

"Well, let's go and see Master Bird." Jingtiao said steadily, accumulating some strength, and then suddenly got up from the hospital bed: "Lead the way ahead."

"Team leader... your hand?" Conan Doyle looked at the thorn's arms wrapped in plaster with some concern, hesitating.

"It's okay, it's almost the same." Bramble responded to Conan Doyle's concern with cold attitude: "Let's go."

Conan Doyle couldn't stand it and had to lead the way.

It took a lot of effort to get the doctor's permission to enter the intensive care unit.

Through the thick glass, you can see Master Bird lying on the bed like a corpse, with various tubes inserted into it and all kinds of precision instruments around it.

Master Bird's eyes were closed, as peaceful as if he was asleep.

If it weren't for the messy tubes on her body, she would even think that Master Bird was just asleep.

"When I found him, her hands were tightly held together with the Taoist nun." Conan Doyle explained to him: "Because her hands were infected, the doctor had to saw off his hands."

Bramble glanced at it and saw that Master Bird Bird was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze on his right hand.

"Oh..." She sighed helplessly. Master Bird Bird lost one hand, and she understood very well what it meant.

At this moment, Master Bird suddenly opened his eyes. A faint light shone out from the cracks of his eyes, making him full of vitality.

Perhaps seeing the thorn, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and then he smiled faintly.

Bramble also showed a very embarrassing smile. Although it was embarrassing, it was still rare.

Conan Doyle also nodded slightly at her.

He turned his head back and ignored the two of them. He couldn't guess what the expression was on his face. His body didn't move.

In the electrocardiogram, the jumping red line is gradually becoming flat and no longer up and down.

"No," Conan Doyle shouted. He understood what the red line would mean, which meant that the Bird Master's heart stopped beating.

Bramble looked at the straight red line, lowered his head, and sighed, trying to relieve the depression in his heart.

Conan Doyle called a large group of attending doctors. The attending doctors worked hard in front of Master Bird, and finally their faces were full of decadent expressions, and beads of sweat as big as beans flowed down their cheeks. I guess they had done their best.

When Conan Doyle finally came out of it, he was filled with sadness: "Master Bird... gave up treatment."

Jingtie nodded, his cold face still had no expression. He didn't say a word, but just took a few steps back, bowed, and walked out of the door.

Conan Doyle also breathed a long sigh of relief as he looked at the figure of Thorns leaving, as if he had let go of a burden in his heart: "Master Bird Bird, you have to take care of yourself in the future."

After saying that, he stepped on the heels of high heels and thorns were on his ears, and the sound of footsteps sounded in his ears.

"Team leader, you should go back to the ward to rest now. The doctor specifically instructed that your wound has become purulent and you need a good rest. You cannot move the wound." Conan Doyle advised Thorns.

She smiled bitterly in her heart. She was originally just here to report her work, but now she is taking on the responsibility of a nurse.

"Conan Doyle, take me to see Yin Hui and the others." After Jing Thorn said that, he turned around and stared at Conan Doyle and said, "This is an order, you cannot disobey."

After hearing her say the word "order", Conan Doyle could only express his helplessness with a bitter smile.

Whenever the order is involved, Conan Doyle will execute it or execute it.

"Okay. Come with me." She walked in front, and thorns followed behind.

Their identities are special, so the top-level hospital on the Capital Medical Hospital directly gave them a few people and would not accept the rest of the patients.

Walking through the long corridor, in the last few wards, Bramble saw the scalpel Yin Hui and the others.

At this moment, they were all sitting in a luxurious room, watching the large LCD TV with a hundred-inch opposite, enjoying more than the main presidential suite.

Seeing the thorns coming in, the few people immediately stood up and saluted.

"Well, you all have almost finished cultivation." Jingthorn's eyes swept across everyone. She swept it with cold eyes, and everyone felt that their bodies turned into ice.

"Well, I have all been well cultivated. Thank you for your care from the team leader." The few people said politely.

"Well, don't be so polite." Jingtie nodded: "Since it's fine, let's be discharged from the hospital. I have a premonition that the other party will take action tonight. Conan Doyle, how long has it been since the last incident?"

"Today is the third day." Conan Doyle replied after thinking for a moment.

"Yeah, it's almost done." Jingtie nodded: "Conan Doyle, go and go and go to the discharge procedures, I'll say hello to my superiors."

"But your body..." Conan Doyle asked worriedly.

In this operation, except for the wound on Thorn's arm that hurt his muscles and bones, the rest of the people were not injured much. They had just recuperated for a day in this hospital, which was comparable to the presidential suite. In addition, the nourishment of various precious nutritional medicine soups, they were all extremely strong.

"You don't have to worry about me." Jingtie threw a few words, turned around and left.

I had such a short tenderness before, but after experiencing this incident, I completely disappeared and returned to the cold state of that cold person.

To be precise, it was only after Yin Hui healed Conan Doyle that he would lose his soft attitude that changed due to the reason.

Looking at the figure of the thorns leaving, everyone, you often me, I look at you, I don’t know why they turned into this again. But it’s good, after all, they are used to it, and they are still a little flattered when they become gentle.

"By the way, Conan Doyle, I seemed to see you two enter the intensive care unit just now. I don't know how Master Bird Bird is doing." Yin Hui asked.

"Master Bird... is gone." After hesitating for a while, Conan Doyle told them this cruel fact.

"Leave?" Everyone was puzzled, and then they all fell silent without saying a word.

Yin Hui sighed, stood up from the luxurious multi-person sofa, closed his hands facing east, and prayed to Master Bird.
Chapter completed!