The power of survival, the greatest power in the world, is no doubt one of them.    ?

A clanging green pine grew on the cliff, the power of survival; a small grass overturned the stones on its body, the power of survival; the wolf everywhere in the desert grassland ice fields, has reproduced two million years ago and has survived!

This is the most terrifying power, the most terrifying and timid power. At this time, what Liao Shaoying saw from the petite Hou Xiaolan's eyes was the power of survival.

"Well...Little girl, who are you scaring?" A woman's voice came.

The sound is soft and glutinous, and it makes people feel like they are bathed in the water town of Jiangnan in spring. Accompanied by the soft and glutinous sound, there is a strong smell of wine. When the smell of wine comes in, the smell of liquefied gas is immediately dispersed.

Zhao Ying came, and she walked in gracefully, smiling with a gentle smile on her face.

Seeing Zhao Ying, Hou Xiaolan blinked her eyes, and the terrifying power of survival disappeared without a trace. Instead, she looked obedient and aggrieved, and tears flowed out again.

"Well, don't talk." Zhao Ying smiled.

Hou Xiaolan nodded vigorously: "Oh, I won't say anything anymore, I promise not to say a word, but..."

"Well... you still said?" Zhao Ying shook the wine pot gently, narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Where we come from, go back to me."

"But……"

Zhao Ying no longer paid attention to Hou Xiaolan. She smiled softly and looked at Long Xiaoqi's unsightly eyes and said, "Well, put down the gun in her hand and put down the lighter in her hand, we will lose."

"Can't lose!" Long Xiaoqi's eyes flashed again, and he said in a chaotic voice: "Can't lose...I can't afford to lose. He was blind, she disappeared, the squad leader died, all died, all the graves, all... "

Long Xiaoqi has been running out of oil and the lamp has dried up. His thinking has been repeated over and over again, and the scenes that will never be forgotten and will always be unforgettable.

"Well, how can you win if you don't lose?" Zhao Ying raised her head and took a sip of white wine and smiled: "If you don't lose, you're bleeding. How can you win without losing? If you lose, you lose. Your winning method is incorrect. Your winning method should be... poke a hole in the sky, and then stand on the hole and pee down. Well, that's right, that's it."

Long Xiaoqi stared at Zhao Ying for a long time, his mouth slowly opened, and he used all the strength on his body to burst into a smile, and he fell to the ground and fainted.

A Long Xiaoqi with a confused mind, and a Long Xiaoqi who is himself, actually gave up after Zhao Ying's words. This scene surprised Liao Shaoying and Hou Xiaolan.

They had long seen that Long Xiaoqi is the kind of person who never gives up until he reaches his goal. He will never give up and can exist endlessly in order to win.

"Well, I just understand him better than you." Zhao Ying took a sip of white wine, turned to Liao Shaoying and said, "Go back, nothing is wrong with you. Long Yin... It's not too much, just... Well, without dragons, Long Yin will not be as good as the stream."

Liao Shaoying's face changed, but he did not speak to fight back because Zhao Ying was telling the truth. Long Yin lost Long Da, which was really not so in the eyes of many people.

"Hemostatic forceps! Quick!"

"Antibiotics! Sheep intestinal thread!"

“…”

The doctor arrived and took Long Xiaoqi to the emergency room of the battlefield hospital as fast as possible, and began to rescue him.

"Everything goes away!"

In the emergency room, Hou Xiaolan drove all the doctors aside and handled Long Xiaoqi's injuries very skillfully. Her cuteness and silly disappeared without a trace, and replaced by her only focus on solemnity.

Soft golden needles appeared in Hou Xiaolan's hands, piercing into different acupoints of Long Xiaoqi like lightning. In a short period of time, at least hundreds of golden needles were inserted into Long Xiaoqi's body. When all these golden needles were inserted, Hou Xiaolan's face began to turn pale, showing a feeling of being unable to do anything.

After being driven aside, the doctors who saw Hou Xiaolan's life-saving needle were shocked.

"What is this technique? The dean doesn't have this skill either!"

"Traditional Chinese medicine, golden needle, this technique..."

"How could she do it? Professor Rao, a national teacher in the Chinese Medicine Hospital, may not be able to do it. How old is Hou Xiaolan?"

“…”

"Well..." Zhao Ying narrowed her eyes and took a sip of wine, pointed to the door of the emergency room and said to the group of doctors: "Get out."

He was full of murderous intent, and the scars on his face were so ferocious that they were blooming.

"Plasma! Plasma!" Hou Xiaolan shouted.

Zhao Ying put down the wine pot and quickly inserted one end of the blood transfusion into Long Xiaoqi's arm, and then inserted the other end into his blood vessel, starting to transfusion blood to Long Xiaoqi.

"Well, the same blood type, although it's a little alcoholic." Zhao Ying picked up the wine pot and took a sip, and said with a smile: "It just so happens that Long Xiaoqi's alcohol content is not very good. Maybe this will make him drink more."

"But, but..." Hou Xiaolan pouted.

"Well, if you don't want to be beaten, don't talk." Zhao Ying glanced at Hou Xiaolan and said lightly: "After the surgery, go back to where you should go."

Hou Xiaolan didn't speak anymore, but tears in her eyes formed two crystal tears.

"Well, if you cry again, get out now." Zhao Ying made a soft voice and squinted her eyes at Hou Xiaolan.

The sound was still good and beyond words, but Hou Xiaolan, who heard this sound, dared not cry immediately. She wiped her tears hard and began to concentrate on dealing with Long Xiaoqi's wounds.

Four hundred milliliters of blood instantly entered Long Xiaoqi's body from Zhao Ying's body, but Zhao Ying seemed to feel nothing. She continued to sip her wine pot in your mouth, siping her mouth slowly.

"Big sister, it's 400 milliliters..." Hou Xiaolan looked at Zhao Ying carefully.

Zhao Ying did not respond and continued to sit there slowly sip the wine, motionless.

After eight hundred milliliters, Zhao Ying was still motionless and still sipped in the white wine. But her face had changed and began to turn pale.

An adult may have no obvious symptoms when the blood volume is 5 oo ml. When the blood volume is more than 8 oo ml, the complexion will appear, pale lips, cold sweats on the skin, cold hands and feet, weak hands and feet, rapid breathing, fast and weak pulse, etc. When the blood volume reaches more than 15 oo ml, it will cause insufficient blood supply to the brain, and the injured will experience blurred vision, thirst, dizziness, disordered consciousness or restlessness, and even coma symptoms.

Blood dripped from Zhao Ying's body into Long Xiaoqi's body, slowly turning from 800 milliliters to 1,000 milliliters, then 1,200 milliliters and 1,500 milliliters.

"Big sister, it's already 1,500 milliliters. You can't transfusion any more, otherwise..." Hou Xiaolan was anxious.

Zhao Ying's face began to turn sallow and her lips began to buzz unconsciously. But she still sat there steadily, pinching the wine pot with her hands that began to tremble and continued to sip the white wine.

She is playing hard, in this way!

"Enough! Enough!" Hou Xiaolan was frightened and whispered to Zhao Ying: "One thousand eight hundred milliliters are enough, enough, really enough!"

Zhao Ying frowned, glanced at the doctor who was leaving but not leaving, and made an inquiring look.

"Comrade Captain, enough, enough!" a doctor said with a wry smile.

"Hmm..." Zhao Ying made a nice nostalgic sound.

She stretched out her two fingers to take off the needle and stood up swayingly. After a slight pause, she began to walk out slowly while sipping white wine while swaying.

"Well..." Zhao Ying suddenly stopped, smiled with a pursed lips, and made a soft voice: "Don't tell him about this after Long Xiaoqi wakes up. He is my soldier, and he doesn't owe me anything. Also, my wine pot contains water, not wine."

Zhao Ying walked out shakingly, her steps were sloppy, but she was still full of strong personal charm...

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Chapter completed!