The power to survive, the greatest force in the world, is not one.

On the cliff of the cliff grows the green pine, the power of survival; A small grass overthrows the stone on the body, the power of survival; The ubiquitous wolves of the desert meadows and ice fields, have multiplied since two million years ago, and the power to survive!

This is the most terrifying power, the most terrifying power. At this time, what Liao Shaoying saw from the eyes of the petite Hou Xiaolan was the power of survival.

"Hmm...... Little girl, who are you scaring about? A woman's voice came.

The voice is soft and glutinous, and it makes people feel like bathing in the spring in the Jiangnan water town. Accompanied by a soft and glutinous sound, there is a strong smell of wine. When the smell of liquor comes in, it immediately dissipates the smell of liquefied gas.

Zhao Ying came, she sipped the liquor, and walked in with a gentle smile on her face.

Seeing Zhao Ying, Hou Xiaolan blinked her eyes, and the terrifying power of survival disappeared without a trace in an instant. Instead, he looked well-behaved and aggrieved, and tears flowed out again.

"Well, don't you speak." Zhao Ying said with a smile.

Hou Xiaolan nodded vigorously: "Oh, I won't speak, I promise not to say a word, but ......"

"Hmm...... You still say? Zhao Ying shook the wine jug gently, narrowed her eyes slightly, and said, "Where you came from, give me where I go back." ”

"But ......"

Zhao Ying no longer paid attention to Hou Xiaolan, she smiled softly, looked at Long Xiaoqi's godless eyes and said, "Well, put down the gun in your hand, put down the lighter in your hand, we lost." ”

"Can't lose!" Long Xiaoqi's eyes flashed again, and he said in a chaotic voice: "Can't lose...... No...... I can't afford to lose, he's blind, she's missing, the squad leader is dead, they're all dead, they're all graves, they're all ......"

Long Xiaoqi has lasted until the oil runs out, and his thinking is a scene that can never be forgotten and will always be unforgettable.

"Well, how can you win without losing?" Zhao Ying raised her head and took a sip of white wine and said with a smile: "If you don't lose, your head is bleeding, how can you win lawlessly?" Losing is losing, and you're not winning the right way. Your winning strategy should be ...... Poke a hole in the sky, then stand on top of the hole and pour a soak of urine down. Well, that's right, that's it. ”

Long Xiaoqi stared at Zhao Ying for a long time, his mouth slowly opened, and he used all the strength of his body to bloom a smile, and he fell to the ground happily and fainted.

Long Xiaoqi, who was confused, and Long Xiaoqi, who was himself, gave up under Zhao Ying's words. This scene surprised Liao Shaoying and Hou Xiaolan.

They have long seen that Long Xiaoqi is the kind of person who will never give up until he reaches his goal, he will never admit defeat, and he can exist endlessly in order to win.

"Well, I just know him better than you do." Zhao Ying took a sip of liquor, turned to Liao Shaoying and said, "Go back, there's nothing to do with you." Long Yin ...... It's not too much, it's just ...... Well, if there is no dragon head, Long Yin will not enter the stream. ”

Liao Shaoying's face changed, but he didn't speak to fight back, because what Zhao Ying said was the truth. Long Yin lost Long Da, and in the eyes of many people, he really wasn't so popular.

"Hemostat! Fast! ”

"Antibiotics! Sheep intestines! ”

“……”

The doctor arrived and sent Long Xiaoqi to the emergency room of the field hospital as quickly as possible and began to rescue him.

"All go away!"

In the emergency room, Hou Xiaolan drove all the doctors aside and handled Long Xiaoqi's injuries skillfully. Her cuteness and silliness disappeared without a trace, replaced by a focus on solemnity.

Soft golden needles appeared in Hou Xiaolan's hands, piercing into Long Xiaoqi's different acupoints like lightning. In a short period of time, Long Xiaoqi had at least hundreds of golden needles inserted into his body. When all these golden needles were inserted, Hou Xiaolan's face began to turn pale, showing a feeling of powerlessness.

After the doctors who were rushed to the side saw Hou Xiaolan's life-saving golden needle, they were all shocked.

"What kind of trick is this? The dean doesn't have the skills either! ”

"Traditional Chinese medicine, golden needle, this technique ......"

"How could she? The professors of the Chinese Medicine Hospital may not be able to do it, how old is Hou Xiaolan? ”

“……”

"En......" Zhao Ying squinted her eyes and took a sip of wine, pointed to the door of the emergency room and said to the group of doctors: "Get out." ”

The murderous spirit is fierce, and the scars on his face are hideous to the point of rage.

"Plasma! Plasma! Hou Xiaolan shouted.

Zhao Ying put down the wine jug, quickly inserted one end of the blood transfusion vessel into Long Xiaoqi's arm, and then inserted the other end into his own vein, and began to give Long Xiaoqi a blood transfusion.

"Well, the same blood type, albeit a little alcoholic." Zhao Ying picked up the wine jug again and took a sip, and said with a smile: "It just so happens that Long Xiaoqi's alcohol consumption is not very good, maybe this will make him drink more." ”

"But it's ......," Hou Xiaolan pursed her lips.

"Well, if you don't want to be beaten, then don't talk." Zhao Ying glanced at Hou Xiaolan and said lightly: "After the operation, go back to where you should go." ”

Hou Xiaolan didn't speak again, but the tears in her eyes accumulated, forming two crystal teardrops.

"Well, if you cry again, get out now." Zhao Ying let out a soft voice and squinted at Hou Xiaolan.

The voice is still so good that it can be heard repeatedly, but Hou Xiaolan, who heard this voice, immediately didn't dare to cry. She wiped away a handful of tears vigorously and began to concentrate on dealing with Long Xiaoqi's wounds.

Four hundred milliliters of blood entered Long Xiaoqi's body from Zhao Ying's body in an instant, but Zhao Ying didn't seem to feel anything, and continued to sip slowly from your wine jug.

"Big sister, it's four hundred milliliters......" Hou Xiaolan glanced at Zhao Ying cautiously.

Zhao Ying didn't react, and continued to sit there slowly sipping the wine, motionless.

Eight hundred milliliters, Zhao Ying was still motionless, still sipping liquor. But her face had changed and began to turn pale.

When an adult loses more than 500 ml, there can be no obvious symptoms, and when the blood loss is more than 800 ml, there will be pale lips, cold sweat on the skin, cold and weak hands and feet, shortness of breath, fast and weak pulse, etc. When the amount of blood loss reaches more than 1500 ml, it will cause insufficient blood supply to the brain, and the injured person will have blurred vision, thirst, dizziness, confusion or restlessness, and even coma symptoms.

Drop by drop of blood entered Long Xiaoqi's body from Zhao Ying's body, slowly changing from eight hundred milliliters to one thousand milliliters, and then one thousand two hundred milliliters and one thousand fifteen hundred milliliters.

"Big sister, it's already fifteen hundred milliliters, you can't transfuse any more blood, otherwise you'll ......" Hou Xiaolan was anxious.

Zhao Ying's face began to turn sallow, and her lips began to buzz unconsciously. But she still sat there steadily, holding the flask in her hand that was beginning to tremble, and continued to sip the liquor.

She's playing with her life, playing with her life in this way!

"Enough! That's enough! Hou Xiaolan was frightened, and shouted at Zhao Ying: "1,800 ml, enough, enough, really enough!" ”

Zhao Ying frowned, glanced at the doctor who let him roll but didn't roll, and made an inquiring look.

"Comrade Captain, enough is enough, enough is enough!" A doctor said with a wry smile.

"Hmm......" Zhao Ying made a nice hum sound.

She stretched out two fingers to remove the needle and staggered to her feet. After a slight pause, he began to walk slowly outward—sipping liquor as he went.

"Hmm......" Zhao Ying suddenly stopped, pursed her lips and smiled, and made a soft and glutinous voice with great effort: "Don't tell him about this when Long Xiaoqi wakes up, he is my soldier, and he doesn't owe me anything." Also, my jug is filled with water, not wine. ”

Zhao Ying walked out in a hurry, her steps were vain, but she was still full of strong personal demeanor......