The cold morning light spilled in through the curtains. Buck kept sitting in the European high-back velvet chair and napping. With the comfortable foot pedals, it was actually a luxury and comfortable feeling, just like he opened his eyes countless times this night. The girl's pale face was a little bloody, which was a good sign.

He jumped up to do two chest expansion exercises and contacted Ah Nu on the walkie-talkie. The boy crawled out of the bushes on the side of the road with sleepy eyes and waved his hand upstairs. Buck told him that he could change the sentry position. The boy picked the branches and climbed up the big branch next to him. Buck saw that he had already built a small shed for himself on the tree!

Perhaps such a forest is the most suitable place for this wild boy.

Going back and re-debride, Buck was doing this all night. With plasma replenishment, he was able to remove infected and necrotic tissues continuously. Now it seems that the bubbles caused by bacterial infection and decomposition are less and less swelling. The most important thing is that Xiang Wan has not had a heart rate rapidity, which is a better phenomenon.

Because the femoral artery has been debridered and damaged a lot of muscle tissue, Buck is not used to taking pulses like a traditional Chinese medicine. Squatting near the girl's lower body is the most convenient way to touch the heart. Well, it's just touching the chest. Although the scale is not large, it still has ups and downs. Fortunately, Buck's heart is as calm as water and has no thoughts.

Just like Fang Lingying likes to stare at the skull or clay sculptures, and Mou Chenfei likes to observe other people's makeup, Buck is focused on looking for possible sources of infection under the strong light, and suddenly feels that the heart rate in his hands is accelerating, his chest is undulating and his breathing is rapid. He raises his head in shock, but finds that the girl is awake again, with a sad and joyful look and doesn't know how to adjust his expression, mixed with a sudden flushed face, and his blue lips are trembling and wanting to say something.

Buck pulled his hand out of the girl's chest without blushing and tucked the quilt: "Don't be excited, don't be excited, everything is fine! Your task is to recover from the wounds, and then we go home." He reached out and rubbed his temples on both sides of Xiang Wan's head slowly. The girl tried her best to lean her head aside. It was difficult. Buck understood and pulled her chair closer to her, leaning her thighs against the head of the bed, and holding the girl's head on her thighs.

The originally tight and hard girl relaxed and pressed her cheek against Buck's legs, and stopped moving.

Immediately afterwards, Buck gradually felt a wet and cold on his thighs!

Even if the muscles in her body cannot move and her consciousness is chaotic, the tear glands are still the girl's own. There is always a surging emotion that needs to be found to be a channel to emit it. Xiang Wan, who has always advocated bleeding but not crying, and let the tears flow silently. Buck quietly wiped her away, continued to rub her temples, and sootheed the tightness of the blood vessels on her head.

Until the girl fell into a coma again.

It tastes like life and death, which makes Bucker go to deliver food to the old man later, and carefully checked that there was no other exit in the basement, so he removed the handcuffs, just to lock the door.

The old man leaned on the chair and stopped talking. This was also what Buck moved down, and he felt that the ground was too cold.

Back upstairs, Buck opened a small radio bought from a supermarket, found an English radio station, sat on the high-back chair beside the bed and listened quietly, because he found that there was no TV or Internet in the old house, let alone he would not use his mobile phone to surf the Internet.

This is the radio station of the British International News Agency. The shooting incident in Tokyo for two consecutive days has caused a sensation. In this world's flat global village era, it immediately spread everywhere. All the fingers should have pointed at China. The agents and intelligence personnel are always shameless rats. Every country needs these unknown heroes. However, once the incident is exposed, all countries avoid it. Official statements including China are clearing it, saying that they have nothing to do with this terrorist attack and expressing condolences to all the victims. Japan is indignant, and many countries jump up and down to fan the flames. China is indignant and persuades Japan to face up to the situation and not to sow discord.

Buck had a sarcastic smile on his face. He didn't target any country or any person. It was more realistic and cruel than between people. At least there was a legal norm between people in society. It was really a strong voice between countries. Weak countries had no diplomacy, and there was no bottom line or light at all. That was why he was so tired of these things.

However, it is different from each other, and no one can say that anyone is completely open and upright, moral saints are impeccable. Buck touches his mouth and misses his beautiful girl. Zhou Xiaomei has a little bit of temper recently, but her attention is on entrepreneurship. Should she think about taking a vacation in Southeast Asia?

Buck, the invisible prodigal son, was wandering in the sky, and was pulled back by a weak voice: "Oh..." and threw the radio and jumped up: "Awaken?" Even if he could pronounce it, he was awake, and combined with the fact that there were no continuous edema bubbles around the wound, Xiang Wan should be pulled back from the vein of death without having to amputate her.

The pale-faced girl tried her best to look at her head. Buck reached out to help her lean her a little, so that Xiang Wan's eyes finally saw not only the ceiling, but also saw this retro-style interior decoration. In fact, she couldn't tell what kind of scene, but she just felt that it was not familiar, and she was not in the hospital: "This... is it?" The voice was very weak.

Buck introduced the environment: "It's still in Japan, we have to wait for some days before we can leave. I dare not contact any aspect. It is not impossible to sell us at this time. The situation in the past few days..."

Xiang Wan's face was a little flushed, definitely not a shy blushing face, the sick one, and she didn't match her usual coldness and arrogance: "I... heard it, radio..."

Oh, Buck remembered that he heard the girl speak English for the first time, and he nodded: "Okay, you can lie down and rest, and we can only return home after we have to take care of our injuries."

Xiang Wan's reaction was strange, not even as excited as she was when she was unconscious or reluctant to leave Buck, and she lowered her head and said, "Thank you... Thank you."

Buck pretended to be relaxed: "We are friends, this is not a problem. Fortunately, I know first aid in the field. You are not killed by the enemy, and you may be killed by complications. You are lucky and have a mortality rate of more than half." It should be the medicine in place, and he is also very cruel to remove the lesions.

Xiang Wan continued to bow her head dullly: "I'll look... look?"

Buck just helped her sit up a little more, but it was obvious that the girl was enduring the pain, and there was no need to say about the back and leg injuries. She lifted a little bit of the sheet on her legs, Xiang Wan only looked at it, and then closed her eyes in pain.
Chapter completed!