Fang Buwei took a sharp breath first, then held his breath, and held his left ribs on both sides.

Then he puffed up violently, squeezed his hands hard, and with two "whoosh" sounds, two bullets were squeezed out and smashed into Guan Dashan's face.

Guan Dashan and the sapper were stunned.

What kind of kung fu is this, to be able to be lucky, to force the bullet out?

I've never heard of it.

With a puff, he pulled the bullet embedded in the ribs, and Fang gritted his teeth in pain.

The embedding is too tight, and I can't squeeze it out at all, so I can only find a way to take it out.

Fang Buwei was relieved, and scolded angrily: "Guan Dashan, if you can't get an armored car for Lao Tzu today, Lao Tzu will pick Ye Xingzhong's skin ......."

It's boring to punish Guan Dashan, and Fang Buwei can't do such a thing.

After all, Guan Dashan is his guard, and it is natural to take the protection of Fang Buwei's safety as the first priority, and it is not easy for Fang to give orders.

But Ye Xingzhong, a bastard, didn't explain it clearly when he sent someone?

If Lao Tzu is injured to the extent that he can't escape, it is useless for anyone to save him.

Fang Buwei estimated, it must have been Ye Xingzhong who gave Guan Dashan some death order, which is why Guan Dashan was so stubborn.

"Sir, if you kill me, I will have to carry you down......" Guan Dashan said in a choked voice.

No matter how powerful Fang is, it is also a body made of flesh and blood, and it will still bleed when it is hit by a bullet......

Well...... Isn't that right?

Why didn't it bleed?

Guan Dashan's eyes widened, staring at the bullet holes under Fang Buwei's ribs.

When the bullet was squeezed out, it only brought out a few drops of bruises, and now it is still sticking to Guan Dashan's face.

In addition, there is some black blood in the bullet hole that is about to congage, and besides, there is no more blood?

Guan Dashan glanced at Fang Buwei's upper body again.

It turned out that all the blood on his body was flowing from the wound on his shoulder.

"This ...... This...... This ......" Guan Dashan pointed to Fang Buwei's wound in horror, "this" for a long time, and there was not a word for this.

The sapper also saw that something was wrong, and you looked at Fang Buwei like a ghost: "Long ...... Sir, what about blood? ”

"How many times have Lao Tzu said it, I haven't been hurt heavily, you bastard doesn't believe it......" Fang Buwei gritted his teeth and scolded.

He lowered his head, felt his hand in his backpack, and found a needle tube and a glass medicine bottle.

It's morphine.

It is the best anesthesia and analgesia in this era.

Fang Buwei filled the needle, knocked open the medicine bottle, and sucked the medicine into the needle.

Guan Dashan was also trained by Fang Buwei to treat the battlefield, and as soon as Fang Buwei took out the needle, he knew what to do.

He quickly rummaged through his bag and found a porcelain vase and cloth bag.

Sterilized tweezers, small pliers, and even scalpels and other tools were in the cloth bag, and alcohol cotton was in the porcelain bottle.

Fang Buwei pointed to the vicinity of the bullet hole where the bullet was still hidden, and Guan Dashan carefully leaned over the tweezers holding the alcohol cotton.

When the alcohol on it poured down and flowed into the wound, Fang Buwei took a sharp breath of cold air.

It hurts.

Fang Buwei finally knew now how the phrase "sprinkling salt on the wound" came from.

Originally, Fang didn't want to disinfect, but he was afraid that the system would not be a bastard.

What should I do if I get infected?

Fang Buwei gritted his teeth, knocked open another morphine, and sucked it into the needle.

Guan Dashan's eyes were about to protrude.

Even if he has a physique like Ye Xingzhong, he dares to use half a stick at most, but Fang Buwei actually wants to use two at a time?

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was glared back by Fang Buwei when he reached his mouth.

The system is very user-friendly, knowing when the same drug is not harmful and when it is beneficial, so it will definitely not be rejected or quickly decomposed now.

Of course, the system does not have the function of speeding up the effect of the drug.

If you want the pain-relieving effect of morphine to work, you have to wait for ten minutes.

Fang Buwei just wants to inject in advance to let the pain-relieving effect work as soon as possible.

The battle isn't over yet.

This little injury will not let him leave the battlefield.

After pushing the liquid medicine, Fang Buwei threw away the needle, holding the broken rib with his left hand, and slowly squeezing the muscles with his right hand, testing the position of the bullet.

Got it!

To be exact, the ribs were not broken, the bullet was just inserted.

Thanks to Fang Buwei's physique, it has been strengthened.

It's not deep, it's only two or three millimeters, but it's very tightly embedded.

Fang Buwei grinned, and put his right index finger in front of Guan Dashan: "Disinfection!" ”

Guan Dashan was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Fang Buwei meant, but he still used alcohol cotton to wipe Fang Buwei's fingers clean.

He didn't know that there was a bullet embedded in Fang Buwei's ribs.

Guan Dashan put down the tweezers, thinking that Fang Buwei would endure it, clean up the wound first, and bandage it before speaking.

But he didn't want to grit his teeth violently, and inserted the finger that had been sterilized into the wound.

Got a bullet!

Fang is not a hard pick.

"Uh......"

Fang Buwei snorted in pain, his eyes bulged out, and the green tendons on his entire face burst out.

Hurt!

It's not an ordinary pain.

Fang Buwei, who was in pain, almost couldn't control his body, and his waist even arched.

Fang Buwei pulled out his fingers violently, fell back, looked at the roof with both eyes, and gasped for breath.

It was as if someone had poured a basin of water from his head, and beads of sweat rolled down his hair one after another.

With Fang Buwei's strength, not to mention that the bullet was only inserted into a few millimeters, even if a nail was driven into the bone, he could pull it out with his bare hands.

It's just a terrible pain.

"Sir?" Guan Dashan didn't understand what Fang Buwei was doing at all.

Fang Buwei waved his hand and motioned for Guan Dashan to shut up.

Hearing that the armored car outside was getting closer and closer, Fang Buwei gritted his teeth, took another big breath, and straightened his waist.

With Fang Buwei's belly bulging, there was a "poof", and the last bullet slipped out of the bullet hole.

Pick a bullet with your bare hands?

Guan Dashan seems to be frozen.

He couldn't put into words how he was feeling now.

"Idiot...... Disinfect and bandage......" Fang scolded angrily.

Guan Dashan reacted and quickly took out a piece of cotton wool from his backpack.

Fang Buwei snatched it easily, directly picked up the bottle of alcohol cotton opened by Guan Dashan, and poured all the alcohol inside.

Then Fang Buwei took the cotton wool, as if he was taking a bath, and rubbed it violently under his ribs.

The alcohol flowed into the wound and hurt more than when a bullet went in.

Fang Buwei dared to swear that he had never suffered such a huge pain in his two lives.

Throwing away the cotton wool in his hand, Fang Buwei picked up a new one, wiped off the excess alcohol, and the pain was alleviated a little.

Wrap the gauze around your waist, tie the knot, and move your left hand.

It's a little bit of an obstacle, don't think about throwing, but it's okay to pull the bolt.

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