The shark is just an excuse for Red Scar, the real reason is that there is something wrong with the Arleigh Burke.
The Arleigh Burke's power system was damaged from the outside, so much time had to be spent on repairs. Otherwise, it would definitely sail over and catch them all. But this is not the point. The point is that Red Scar and the others have lost contact with the ship.
, and it did not carry a positioning system when it came out, it was just ordinary equipment for individual soldiers.
This resulted in them not knowing exactly which sea area they were in. The chase for several hours in a storm completely disrupted their sense of direction.
If you want to locate, you must board the search and rescue boat. There is a positioning search and rescue system at the bow of the ship, which is enough for the mother ship to find them.
Of course, this area of the sea is not very calm to begin with and is a paradise for sharks.
The search and rescue boat originally had enough space for six people, but after more than a dozen people were squeezed in, it became extremely small. Fortunately, it could still carry it. However, the search and rescue boat was about to run out of fuel, and it was unknown when it would stop.
"Karl, keep driving your pirate ship." Yan Fenghuo stared at the sun above his head and pointed in a direction based on the position of the sun and the temperature of the sea water.
Karl nodded, set the speed of the search and rescue boat to the limit, and drove forward quickly.
"Hey, Chinese boy, are you sure they can trust you? Do you want me to cut off this bastard's ears to give them a little shock?" Smith, who was guarding the hostages, said to Yan Fenghuo.
Yan Fenghuo turned his head and looked at the hostage who looked sluggish but unyielding, and shook his head.
"Uh... uh..."
Painful moans came from the Chinese woman's mouth, blood spurted out from her thighs, and her face was pale and pale.
Her right leg, which was already injured, was hit by a bullet, and the bullet happened to hit the artery in her thigh, directly interrupting the blood vessel.
"She must undergo surgery immediately to suture the arteries and blood vessels." The mixed-race woman pressed the Chinese woman's thigh and said calmly to Yan Fenghuo: "And a blood transfusion is necessary, otherwise she will die in less than half an hour."
To have such a situation in such a place is equivalent to being sentenced to death. There are no medical conditions and no sanitary conditions, so suturing is very difficult.
Red Scar stared at the mixed-race woman with a suspicious expression on his face.
"Let her lie down!" Yan Fenghuo frowned and said to the mixed-race woman, "Can you do this kind of surgery?"
The mixed-race woman shook her head and said that she could not perform such an operation.
"I'll do it." Yan Fenghuo stretched out his hand to Hongscar and said, "Qingshui."
"Why should I give it to you?" Hong Scar whispered: "This is already a dead person, give up. My water is for the living, not for the dead."
"You can choose not to give it," Yan Fenghuo pulled out a saber and pressed it against the hostage's thigh. "Believe me, I can also cut off his arteries."
Before he finished speaking, Hongscar threw the water from his body over, along with a first aid kit.
"There is only a bottle of water, and my first aid kit also contains needles and threads for suturing blood vessels. Now we are in the same boat, and we are in the cooperation stage for the time being." Hongscar paused, shook his head and said: "Chinese, your ability
It's very strong, but it's very lacking in consideration of this issue. What you should protect first is the value of a living person, not the value of a dead person. Let me advise you again: a pot of water is enough for the six of you for a whole day.
, if you save a little more, it will be enough for two days. Of course, if it is only used by one person, it may not be a problem for a week. Who knows how long we can float on the sea, so..."
Hong Scar shrugged his shoulders, stopped what he was continuing to say, and showed an extremely helpless expression.
"This is the biggest difference between you and me." Yan Fenghuo opened the kettle and said: "As long as there are still people alive, they are alive in my eyes. Maybe I will make ruthless choices on the battlefield, but here
It’s not a battlefield.”
"You are wrong. You have to remember that you are on the battlefield every day of your life. Professional soldiers are not allowed to have complex and delicate emotions, but you have them, so you are destined to fail miserably."
Hong Scar's words may make sense, but Yan Fenghuo did not consider this at this time. He immediately poured water on the Chinese woman's wound to clean it, and stretched out his hands to hook the blood vessels that contracted into her muscles.
He didn't notice that Smith and Karl behind him were licking their dry lips and staring intently at the pot of clear water that could save lives at sea.
With a "pop" sound, a fountain of blood spurted out, all spraying on Yan Fenghuo's face, turning him into a bloody man.
"Ah!!..." A painful cry came from the Chinese woman's throat. She waved her hands desperately to relieve the pain, but to no avail.
"Hold her body!" Yan Fenghuo shouted at the mixed-race woman and the Southeast Asian woman.
The two women immediately followed the instructions and firmly pressed down the Chinese woman's body to prevent her from struggling.
Yan Fenghuo wiped the blood from his face, stretched out his hands to fumble in the bloody wound, and said loudly: "Bear it, if you don't want to die here, if you don't want to be torn into pieces by sharks,
If you still want to go home and see your loved ones, then grit your teeth and hold on. Listen, you are a very strong woman. You have escaped from the hands of death. The second disaster is coming for you.
It’s still not difficult to say…”
While speaking, Yan Fenghuo dug out the blood vessels with his fingers and stared at the blood in the blood vessels spurting out. His hands and body were stained with blood, and his kneeling legs were soaked in blood.
Without hemostatic forceps or tools, Yan Fenghuo simply lay down and bit a blood vessel with his teeth to prevent it from retracting into the muscle.
"Ah!!!...Ah!!!..."
The Chinese woman let out a shrill scream of pain, and her body spasmed violently uncontrollably, making it impossible for Yan Fenghuo, who had pulled out the blood vessel and prepared to suture it, to perform the next action.
The scene of Yan Fenghuo biting half of a blood vessel fell into everyone's eyes. Smith and Carl couldn't stand it at all, including the American soldiers. They couldn't bear to watch it, it would be unbearable for them.
Hong Scar looked at it with gusto, and his eyes even gleamed with excitement.
"Chinese, let me help you." Hong Scar licked his lips and suggested.
Yan Fenghuo grabbed the beating blood vessels with both hands, turned his bloody cheek and stared at the red scar for a long time, and finally nodded.
Hong Scar took out a small bottle of white wine, washed his hands carefully, then stepped forward and pinched two greasy blood vessels, and nodded to Yan Fenghuo.
"Where is your family from? Shandong, Henan? Or Sichuan? Anhui?" Yan Fenghuo picked up the needle and thread and began to sew up the arteries and blood vessels. He kept asking the woman various questions: "Do you have a boyfriend? How old are your parents?
Now? How many brothers and sisters do you have?"
The woman was in so much pain that she couldn't speak at all, and she couldn't give any answer to Yan Fenghuo's questions. She didn't faint under such pain, which on the one hand showed that her endurance was far beyond ordinary people, and on the other hand, it showed that her
Will suffer even more pain.
"Now inject morphine." Yan Fenghuo, who was nervously stitching, continued without raising his head: "Girl, what is your biggest dream? Let your parents live a good life? Haha, I guess that is the case. Well, you are
A very filial child, I think your parents will be very happy. Do you know what you have to do now? What you have to do now is to live and live well. This is just an experience for you.
, after this experience, you will become extremely strong, and you will have outstanding qualities that ordinary people will never have. Because there will no longer be anything that can knock you down, and there will no longer be any difficulties that can stump you.
.”
The mixed-race woman's whole body was pressed against the Chinese woman's body, and she took out morphine with her right hand and injected it.
Yan Fenghuo sewed nervously. If any of the stitches were not done well, everything he did would be in vain.
After the injection of morphine, the woman's voice disappeared, but her body was still twitching regularly. I don't know whether it was because the morphine had taken effect or because she was numb from the pain. In short, her current state was relatively more suitable for surgery.
"Chinese, your patient seems to be in poor condition. She needs a lot of blood." Hong Scar said to Yan Fenghuo very seriously.
Yan Fenghuo was absolutely vigilant about Hong Scar being able to help. Not only was he vigilant, but Smith behind him was even more vigilant. Karl directly stopped the search and rescue boat and pointed his gun at the opponent.
"Yes, a large amount of blood does need to be transfused." Yan Fenghuo nodded, stared at Hong Scar and said, "Can your people help?"
"I'm not sure about this," Hongscar shook his head and said, "It's just my business to help you save people. You don't need to thank me or be surprised. Saving people is as pleasurable to me as killing people, but I can't guarantee it.
The soldiers behind me will help her. Also, I would like to point out that we are a cooperative relationship for the time being, so you don’t need to be too nervous."
Yan Fenghuo nodded and continued to suture.
Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes... After a full twenty minutes, the Chinese woman's arteries and blood vessels were perfectly connected. The blood flowed smoothly, but she had lost too much blood. Without a large amount of blood transfusion, it was absolutely impossible to survive.
"Girl, tell me what's your blood type?" After suturing the blood vessels, Yan Fenghuo held up the Chinese woman's head and asked.
The mixed-race woman quickly sewed up the wound on her thigh and then bandaged it with styptic powder.
"A...B..." The Chinese woman spat out two words vaguely.
Type AB blood.
"Which of you has type AB blood?" Yan Fenghuo asked Carl and others.
"Oh my god, even though I really want to help this little girl, I can't do anything. I have blood type A." Smith looked helpless.
Carl also shook his head. He was not of AB blood type. No one else had AB blood type. No one else had AB blood type.
Yan Fenghuo didn't look at their expressions, let alone the American soldiers on the other side of the red scar. He quickly took out the blood transfusion equipment in the first aid kit, drew blood from his own body, and then injected it into the Chinese woman's body.
"You're crazy!" The mixed-race woman shouted at Yan Fenghuo in disbelief: "You have already suffered severe blood loss. If this continues, you will die first if no one saves you!"
Hong Scar, who returned to the stern of the boat, also looked at Yan Fenghuo with a strange look. He did not speak, as if he was looking at another ***.
"I'm not crazy," Yan Fenghuo said very seriously: "In this place where life is extremely fragile, if I can let one person survive, then I will do my best. There is also a very important point: she is Chinese,
I am also Chinese. I have calculated that I can still output 600~800CC of blood without being fatal. The rest... depends on her vitality."
After hearing these words, the gleam of love in Hong Scar's eyes disappeared, replaced by the slightest admiration.
"Maybe my blood can." The hostage tied up by Smith suddenly said: "I have type O blood, and I can definitely help you."
"Conditions!" Yan Fenghuo stared at the other party.
"Let me go, my mother can't lose me again." The hostage pleaded.
Yan Fenghuo wiped the blood on his face and whispered: "Dream!"
Drops of blood flowed from Yan Fenghuo's body to the Chinese woman's body. Until he fell into a coma because of transfusion of too much blood, he was still thinking about a question: Why on earth did I save her? Because she is Chinese? Because I can't