I gently put the cannon on the ground, his face was gray, almost human, I knew that it was the result of a large amount of blood loss, he was already dying, and all the way down, half of the breath he had left, almost no different from a dead man, it was only a matter of time before he died.

The veterinarian endured the sharp pain in his chest, walked to the artillery and examined the wound, and finally shook his head and said: "The bullet grazed the heart, but he lost too much blood, if it weren't for his strong body and tenacious vitality, he would have hung up a long time ago." ”

"Is there any salvation?" Although I was afraid to know the result, I couldn't help but ask.

"If we have a blood transfusion and surgery now, there may be a glimmer of life, at least 10 percent hope." The veterinarian's words gave us a little hope, but then it was shattered, this ghost place has no place in front of the village and no shop in the back, where to go for surgery, where to go for blood transfusions, depending on the state of the artillery, it is possible to die at any time, but I am afraid that I will not be able to support it for even an hour.

What to do? What to do? I am anxious like an ant on a hot pot, spinning back and forth in place, the most important thing now is to give him a blood transfusion, maintain his body function, and then rush to the hospital for surgery, the body of the artillery is as strong as a beast, as long as he has not lost his breath, there is a possibility of survival, we must not give up on him.

"My blood type is the same as his, veterinarian, is there a way?" The mad lion came panting, he didn't look very good, he didn't know how many scrapes there were on his body, and his messy gold, as if he had been shocked, looked more like a lion.

"Of course there is a way, if my backpack is still there." The veterinarian said helplessly.

"Your rucksack is here!" The captain threw a rucksack casually, and his leg and stomach were pierced by bullets, leaving a transparent hole, and he was grinning and wrapping gauze around it.

"Captain, you old immortal has finally done something serious." I rushed over with an excited look on my face and took my backpack to the vet.

“！ You stinky boy dare to insult the sir, you must clean the toilet for me for a month, no, two months. The captain pointed at my nose and scolded, if it weren't for the leg injury, he probably would have to stand up and beat me.

Don't look at the captain who is a lot older than me, if he really moves, I really can't beat him, that hand of knife skills is not blown, and I can't do it with one hand to divide four apples.

"Captain, you're amazing, this rucksack might be able to pull the cannon back from hell."

The veterinarian snatched the backpack from my hand, his hands trembled a little, obviously a little excited, after all, he saw hope, and said that I and the artillery had been comrades for the shortest time, and the feelings between them were deeper than mine.

The dinosaur on the side clasped his hands together, looking at the colorless cannon with a nervous face, the wild lion rolled up his sleeves and patted the back of his hand, and the blood vessels were clearly revealed.

I knelt next to the veterinarian and gave the veterinarian a hand to connect the blood bag to the catheter, then pulled the lion's arm and inserted the thickest needle into the lion's artery.

"Nima, is this a blood-pumping needle, you want to stab me to death!" The mad lion gasped and scolded viciously.

"What do you shout, just endure it and pass, use this to pump fast." The veterinarian said indifferently.

"Fuck your stinking fart, if it weren't for the artillery, I'd have strangled you bastard." The lion gritted his teeth and looked at the veterinarian, looking eager to eat him.

However, this needle is indeed a little thicker, like the kind of cattle farm that injects cattle, no wonder this product is called a veterinarian, it is really genuine, but there is some truth in the words, this blood draw is called a fast, and the blood bag is full in less than a minute.

The veterinarian hurriedly pulled out the needle, pumped the blood into the body of the artillery, and then drew a bag from the mad lion, adding up to at least 1ooo, the human body lost blood 8oo1ooo will cause shock, but according to the different physique, the bearing capacity is also different, at least the mad lion has not fainted, just a little dazzled.

"5oo more." The mad lion said in a daze.

"No, then you'll be wasted." The veterinarian decisively refused, don't look at him as a dead pervert, he is very professional at the critical moment.

"It's okay, come on, I'll take it." The mad lion said indifferently.

"You're a doctor, I'm a doctor, get out of here and rest, I don't want to save one and lose another." The vet glared at him and yelled.

"Then 2oo, a little more blood is a little more hope, isn't it? Come on, I'm really fine. The lion looked at the veterinarian with a determined gaze, and I was moved by the unhesitating look in his eyes.

The veterinarian was silent for a moment, didn't say a word, took the needle and inserted it into the veins of the mad lion, and the mad lion smiled, "This is like a soldier." ”

"Don't blame me for your death." The veterinarian snorted and turned to help the cannon with his wounds.

The bullet hole in the chest has been sealed with hemostatic powder mixed with blood, and the veterinarian does not dare to move, once the wound bursts, it will bleed again, then our efforts will be in vain, and the artillery will definitely die.

The veterinarian can only help him clean up the gunshot wound on his shoulder, soak it in medical disinfectant with a cotton wool, and then slowly clean the wound.

The wound on the veterinarian's body was not light, two bones were broken in the chest, fortunately, the bullet hit the all-metal satellite phone, and passed through a layer of body armor, which saved a life, if it wasn't for the phone call, the body armor alone could not stop the bullet of the sniper rifle at all, and he would have died in front of the artillery.

At this time, the blood bag was already full of 2oo, and just when I wanted to pull out the needle, the mad lion snatched the blood bag and held it in his arms.

"What the hell are you doing? If you smoke it any longer, you'll die. I yelled in dismay.

"It's okay! I can hold on, a little more might bring the artillery back to life, we've lost the volcano and can't let him die. The mad lion said weakly, his eyelids began to heavily, his face was pale, and he was about to fall asleep.

The dinosaur on the side turned his head, covering his eyes with one hand, and the iron-clad man burst into tears at this time.

"If you let go, if you go on like this, you'll die." The veterinarian pulled his arm and scolded angrily, but the mad lion held the blood bag tightly, protected the needle with one hand, and said nothing to let go.

Seeing the blood pouring down the catheter into the blood bag, which was almost 4oo inside, I turned my head and shouted, "Dinosaur, what the hell are you doing standing there, come here to help." ”

The dinosaur took a deep breath, walked behind and grabbed the lion's arms and pulled them away, I saw the opportunity to quickly remove the needle, and then threw it to the veterinarian along with the blood bag, and the lion lost 14oo of blood, coupled with the fatigue of the night battle, his eyes rolled and fell into a coma.

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