This rough butcher-style surgical mode made all the aboriginal soldiers on the city wall shrink their heads, and each prayed to their ancestors to bless themselves from being injured in the future, otherwise it would be better to die cleanly.

Even Li Huamei felt that she couldn't stand it anymore, she stabbed the ranger Ji Wanbing beside her: "We also have a few Langzhong in Wangxiang City, do you want to rescue it again?" ”

"It's okay, our heads are so easy to die, it's just that the bones are stuck in the lungs, and they won't be able to heal on their own for a while." Li Yanlong came over with a shyness on his face.

As a former playboy, it is his instinct to be familiar when facing beautiful women, and if it weren't for the fact that Knight Bart was nearby, he could have been a little more proactive.

It is true for Xu Yichen, if he is left alone, such an injury may really kill him.

Prolonged lack of oxygen will eventually lead to brain death, and the talent of [Regeneration] cannot allow his bones to return to their pre-fractured positions on their own.

But if someone does a favor, it's much simpler.

Li Bingheng's ribs had begun to heal on their own after reduction, and although they could not reach a speed visible to the naked eye, as a seasoned military doctor, he still observed the growth of a transparent film at the fracture.

There is no need for a sterile operating room, no need to clean medical equipment, no need to worry about infection, no need to use additional medications, no even stitches!

The various strange abilities displayed by the demon hunter made Li Bingheng constantly doubt himself during the operation, and he felt that he was useless as a full-time field medic in the game.

Li Huamei and her small team watched a thoracotomy live, and although it was not a medical miracle in this world of magic and supernatural powers, it was definitely a feast.

It's just that the wounded are a little strange, because Xu Yichen is holding the [fraudster] with his intact hand to look at it carefully, as if it was not him who was disemboweled.

"I think the style of the head is getting weirder and weirder, and every day it's becoming less and less human." Li Yanlong didn't say this sentence in the end, but said euphemistically: "In ancient times, the public scraped the bones to heal the wounds, and now there are political commissars who open the guns and watch the guns!" ”

The Demon Hunter didn't really feel much unusual, I don't know if it was the reason for the mutation of the flesh induced by the herbs, or the reason for the numbness caused by the number of injuries, he became more and more insensitive.

It's not that he lost the pain nerve, Xu Yichen can feel the pain, there is no problem with his perception, but he is much more sensitive than before.

But the perception of pain in his brain is becoming more and more numb, and the upper limit of his pain perception is constantly increasing.

The burns that can kill ordinary people, although Xu Yichen has a complete perception, they can't shake his reason.

It feels like a mortal sticking his finger into hot water above seventy degrees, and although the burn can be painful, a person with strong willpower can hold on for a few seconds.

At the same time, his physiological reaction was completely taken over by reason, and he did not tremble or have a nervous reflex because of the pain of thoracotomy.

As the broken bone was picked out and replaced, Li Bingheng began to treat the pressure injury to the lungs.

He had seen such injuries in virtual machines, most of which had occurred on soldiers who had survived the explosion, and the fully enclosed armor that Xinhuaxia had later installed greatly mitigated the occurrence of such injuries.

According to the military doctor's observation of Xu Yichen's self-healing ability, he chose a very simple but effective surgical method, if this is really an operation.

Li Bingheng pierced the place where there were fewer blood vessels in his lungs with a knife, and then squeezed out the blood in it with his hands, and then called it a day.

Compared with the bones, the speed of self-healing of internal organs is much more terrifying, and the wound heals before Li Bingheng finishes treating the lung on the other side.

The muscles and skin that were closed together were like their own zippers, and they healed themselves as the wounds were smoothed by the hands of the military doctors.

According to Li Bingheng's speculation, Xu Yichen's missing ribs will slowly grow in the next one to two weeks, and if he eats more calcium-rich foods, this time may be shortened.

"I will sort out today's surgery, and when I have the opportunity to return to China and hand it over to the medical school, I don't know if you are an isolated case, but in my personal experience, you are very valuable for medical research." Li Bingheng's words made the political commissar who had just been disemboweled, and his face did not change.

Xu Yichen had dealt with scientific officers and medical officers in reality before, but they were all re-examined as a trial of a new implant.

The word medical research value still makes him a little scary.

"Hehe, our demon hunters have a good physique, it's good to see more." Xu Yichen put on his leather armor and felt a sense of security: "I have the opportunity to introduce you to my guide, Sir Gangze Aragorn, who has more say in this regard than me. ”

"I made a note of it, but I still have to hand it in." The military doctor waved his hand and walked down the city wall with a gloomy expression, as if he felt confused about the future.

The atmosphere on the city wall seemed a little strange, not every transcendent person could have such an inhuman vitality like Xu Yichen.

At least, Li Huamei has never seen such a perverted transcendent, I'm afraid even those demonic beasts that are known for their vitality are not so exaggerated, right?

Fortunately, at this time, the greenskins in the city also temporarily lost their passion to continue aaagh because of Brother Pip's serious injury, and chose a temporary truce.

They probably plan to find a place to sleep well, and then come back to continue fighting when their spirits are sufficient, don't look at the fast recovery of the demon hunters here, and the green skin is not bad over there.

Pie's injuries are severe, but he believes that he can solve the problem with a good night's sleep, which is what the other Greenskins think.

For the greenskins, they thought that this could almost be done, then eighty percent of them could do it, and that's their worldview.

Back then, the witch kings of the New World relied on the characteristics of the greenskins to perform the castration of the race that was so complicated that the gods didn't understand the principle.

The witch kings relied on this spell to make the greenskins believe from the bottom of their hearts that they should not be able to grow small green skins directly by planting mushrooms alone, thus limiting the multiplication speed of the greenskins from the root.

Luo Yan, who was also a spellcaster, was still a few light years away from the kind of spell that affected the whole city, and he was thinking about whether he should release a greasy spell to trip over a few enemies, or give himself a shot of oil on the soles of his feet and slip away as a respect?