“GOD！ Dick! Sherpa lifted Tchaikov's jacket and screamed in pain!

The blood had already stained the thick clothes on Tchaikov's body, Wang Xingguo ran over and knelt in front of Tchaikov, the wound was located on the right lower abdomen, and it was still bleeding, but it should not have hit the artery, and the thick clothes blocked part of the power of the bullet, but it also brought some trouble to the operation.

"Wang, you shouldn't have let them go just now!" Tchaikov half-bowed his head, saw the wound in his abdomen, and really wanted to chop Dick into meat sauce.

"Don't move, I'll get you a bullet." In any case, Tchaikov's wound had to be treated first, Wang Xingguo observed the wound, the bullet penetrated deep into the body, and if he did not operate to remove the warhead as soon as possible, he would not have a chance to return to the bottom of the mountain.

"How sure are you?" Pandey asked worriedly.

"Hemostat...... Penknife...... Gauze...... ...... cotton wool" Wang Xingguo did not answer, he and Sherpa took out the first-aid items from the first-aid kit and checked them to be correct.

Sherpa lit the gas stove, and Wang Xingguo took out a sharp folding knife to cut Tchaikov's clothes first, and then put them on the fire to roast them, which was considered sterilization.

Pandey looked at the rudimentary surgical instruments, and there was not even an anesthetic, and he felt that Tchaikov was unlucky.

"Tchaikov, you have to endure the pain." Wang Xingguo reminded when he was about to start.

"Give me a sip of vodka!" Tchaikov stood up, Pandey hurriedly handed him the flask, Tchaikov raised his neck and drank several sips, lay down again, gasped vigorously for several breaths, and made up his mind: "Let's start!" ”

“GOD！ I'm going to have to kill that bastard Dick! Wang Xingguo had to use a knife to expand the wound before he could take out the bullet, and although Tchaikov was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but scream in pain.

Tchaikov's screams were heard far down the passage, and Mr. Min stopped, and Dick also heard it, and he sneered: "Ha! He's not even dead! ”

Pandey pressed Tchaikov to prevent him from moving, and all the vodka that Tchaikov had just drunk turned into hot sweat, and there were beads of sweat the size of beans on his head and face, and all the images in front of him were distorted.

Sherpa cooperated with Wang Xingguo to wipe the blood that came out with gauze and cotton wool, and Wang Xingguo probed into the hemostat from the wound.

"Whew! Whew! Tchaikov's eyes widened, and he felt a stick stirring his intestines, a different kind of pain, a pain that Tchaikov didn't even have a chance to scream.

"I found it!" Wang Xingguo couldn't see the depth of the wound under the headlamp, he could only grope by his touch, he felt that the hemostat clamp had knocked down a hard thing, he adjusted the position of the hemostat and clamped the bullet.

"I'm going to have to kill Dick...... Yes! When Wang Xingguo clamped the bullet out, another sharp pain almost made Tchaikov faint.

Wang Xingguo checked the bullet, the bullet remained intact and did not shatter, this is good news, otherwise you have to find the fragments of the bullet in Tchaikov's abdominal cavity, but the bad news is that there is still a small piece of fabric missing from the clothes, it seems that the bullet was brought into Tchaikov's abdominal cavity, if not taken out together, the wound will quickly become inflamed, and it will leave sequelae.

"I've got to get the scraps out of my clothes, it's going to hurt even more!" Fragments of clothes are more difficult to find than bullets, Wang Xingguo reminded again.

"Give me another vodka......" Tchaikov turned pale and grabbed the flask.

When Wang Xingguo took out the fragments of his clothes, Tchaikov didn't even have the strength to scream, his face was pale, his breath was short, and he was trembling all over, Pandey looked at Tchaikov worriedly, thinking that he would turn his back on his breath in the next second.

Wang Xingguo, whose hands were covered with blood, stitched up the wound for Tchaikov, who was already numb to the pain at this time, Wang Xingguo cut off the last suture, picked up the wine jug and shook it: "I have to disinfect the wound." ”

Tchaikov's head was covered in cold sweat the size of beans, he nodded weakly, and Wang Xingguo poured vodka on the wound.

“GOD！ Dick! I'll kill you! The wound was so stimulated by the vodka that Tchaikov almost bounced off the ground, he hunched over, his pale face turned the color of pig's liver, and then in an instant it turned pale! The last stimulus made his nerves, stretched to the limit, unable to bear it anymore......

"Tchaikov?! Tchaikov! Pandey saw Tchaikov scream and then fell silent, he shook Tchaikov gently, he didn't feel it at all.

Wang Xingguo checked: "He just fainted." ”

After the operation on Tchaikov, he changed his bloody clothes, wrapped him in animal skins to keep warm, Wang Xingguo leaned on the edge of the stone platform tiredly, the biggest crisis has passed, but what to do next?

Sherpa looked at Wang Xingguo: "We ......"

Wang Xingguo looked at his bloody hands, and he didn't know what to do now.

Pandey looked at the unconscious Tchaikov, and then at Wang Xingguo and Sherpa who looked at each other, and the silence in the cave was terrifying.

"Give me a sip of vodka......" After a long time, Tchaikov was awakened by the pain of the wound and said leisurely.

Pandey handed him the flask, and Tchaikov poured the rest of the wine into his stomach in one gulp.

"Vodka is a fucking miracle cure!" Tchaikov was relieved now, he half sat up, and looked at the stitched wound: "Wang, where did you learn?" You should really be a doctor......"

"Special forces, field surgery is a compulsory subject." Wang Xingguo replied.

"That'...... Next? Sherpa asked, he was worried about Xia Ruobing, but he couldn't leave Tchaikov to fend for himself.

"Find Dick, of course, and screw his head off for me to use as a flask!" Tchaikov shouted.

When Tchaikov finished yelling, it suddenly dawned on him that the idea of unscrewing Dick's head didn't seem realistic, at least for now......

He was already a wounded man who needed to be taken care of, and if no one sent him down the mountain, Tchaikov would have to climb to the morgue at most, and freeze into ice sculptures with the ancestors of Loulan, and he would need at least two people to return to the fortress the same way.

"Pandey and I can bring Tchaikov back." Sherpa thought for a moment and spoke.

Wang Xingguo did not speak, and Pandey and Tchaikov looked at him, which made him feel the pressure.

"Except for that cross-section, we went all the way down the mountain, and as long as Pandey could cooperate with me, I could use the rope all the way to protect me, and when I got to the canyon, I could go to the fortress and ask for help, for three days at most...... No, two days is enough...... "Sherpa was in a hurry.

"Although Grandpa Pandey is old, there is no pressure to carry Tchaikov down the mountain on his back!" Pandey also helped.

Now that the weather is good, and all the dangerous places along the way have been plugged and protected, it is not impossible for Sherpa and Pandey to bring Tchaikov back, but the problem is not with Tchaikov, but with himself......

"I ...... Fear of mountains and deserts......" After a long while, Wang Xingguo said slowly.

“HAT？！” Tchaikov and Pandy's eyes widened......

"Are you kidding me? Woof?! So how did you get here?! "Tchaikov's head is big.

"I had two accidents when I was training for alpine survival, one was a slip and one was an avalanche...... I almost killed myself in the desert...... That's why Chen Badai will choose to surpass me here......"

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People always have to have some things to be afraid of, otherwise they will be lawless, Wang Xingguo will be better at thinking and planning when he explores, this is his advantage, this advantage is summed up in his countless experiences in distress, but these things also leave an indelible memory in his heart, Wang Xingguo tried not to recall these things, but since coming here, Wang Xingguo has always felt a fear lingering around him......

Everyone probably knows why Wang Xingguo rarely spoke along the way, and in some dangerous areas, he didn't seem confident, and he was always overpowered by Chen Badai.

"But now we've got to do something!" Pandey exclaimed, from the lessons he had learned from his life's experience, that doing first and thinking later was a panacea, and that he had always done it well.

"Well, gentlemen, let's analyze the situation!" Tchaikov interrupted everyone, "First, you three send me down the mountain, and Dick's matter will be discussed later; Second, you go after Dick and screw his head off for me, and I will go and make ice sculptures with the ancestors of Loulan myself; Thirdly, according to Sherpa proposal, Pandey and Sherpa send me down the mountain, and you go after Dick and screw his head off for me,......"

Everyone was silent again......

“SO？！ The second point is impossible, the first point ...... Dick found Wang Ling and took the Wang Yin, we just lost this game, but Dick is a madman now, if Xia Ruobing didn't find Wang Ling for him......" Tchaikov paused deliberately, he saw Wang Xingguo's face change slightly, and continued, "She wants to deal with Dick alone...... And your best friend who broke with you...... Not...... As for Min ...... I admit that his nature is not bad, but who can guarantee that he will protect Xia Ruobing? ”

"Wang Xingguo, you and Pandy take Tchaikov back to the fortress, and I'll go find Ruobing." Sherpa made another suggestion.

"Huh? Sherpa, won't you go and send another head to Dickdo? Tchaikov shook his head, "Wang, no matter how frightened you are, you have no choice unless you ...... You don't love Xia Ruobing at all......"

Wang Xingguo clenched his bloody hand, he admitted that Tchaikov was not wrong, but even if he caught up with Dick, what should he do?

"Stop arguing, I'll go find the little angel and screw Dick's head off! You take Tchaikov back to the fortress. "Pandey is in a hurry, what's the point of such an argument? It's a risky job, and if no one wants to go, let yourself go.