"Lan Zhi! Yingying! Where are you? ”

The mouse and Luo Sheng took a detection rod and searched separately, the mouse originally wanted to sneak under the sand, but it was too much to block the view, and it was better to search directly with the instrument.

"Lan Zhi! Yingying! Luo Sheng trotted over the sand dunes, and in a few moments, the detection rod lit up.

"Mouse! This way! This way! ”

"Where!?" The rat heard the news and ran over.

Luo Sheng followed the direction pointed out by the detection rod, and finally found them on the sandbags less than thirty meters away from the car.

Luo Sheng turned Lan Zhi out, found that there was another one next to him, turned over the sand, and sure enough, it was Chen Yingying.

Their injuries were all serious, especially Lan Zhi, and the gunshot wound on her leg needed to be treated quickly.

"This ...... Mouse, you carry Chen Yingying, I carry Lan Zhi, go to the car! Saying that, Luo Sheng carried Lan Zhi. The mouse also hurriedly followed Chen Yingying on his back.

In the car, with the rear seat placed on its side, it is just right to form a small temporary operating room with the trunk.

Lan Zhi was placed on the ground, and Chen Yingying was lying on the seat.

Mouse and Luo Sheng put on gloves after disinfecting their hands.

"First, who to deal with first, this, alas! All of them are so badly injured! "The rat looked at both sides, and it was really about to collapse.

"You deal with Chen Yingying, rat." Rasheng put the medicine box in the middle.

"You must like her a lot."

"I like a fart, I pity her! At a young age, he was sent to kill a few of us to suffer this crime......" Although the mouse said so, the movements in his hands were still very light.

When he saw the wound on Chen Yingying's abdomen, he could clearly see distress on his face.

Hehe, rat, the old double standard.

The mouse looked at Chen Yingying's wound. sighed.

Her wound was completely cracked, and not only that, but it was even a little worse, and the tear was even more serious, and it had to be stitched up. Otherwise, I am afraid that this blood will not be able to stop.

"Rasen, is there a special suture needle and dissolvable thread?"

"This ......" Luo Sheng, who had just finished anesthetizing Lan Zhi, looked a little embarrassed.

He rummaged through the bracelet for a while, only to find a needle and some unclear threads.

“…… Is this line professional? Why are they still colorful? The rat had a tooth ache next to him.

"I don't know what Professor Chen gave me, and it is said that it is a new product." Rason replied.

What can he do, he is also very broken, Professor Chen is so old, I feel that I can get together with the mouse at this level.

You've met your opponent...... The mouse looked at the thread in his hand.

MD, fight! Anyway, it's the line that has been disinfected, and I am also a hand that has just been disinfected, no matter how good it is now!

After the wound is cleaned. The rat has struggled to thread the thread, and then it is time to start sewing.

We don't know if it will be scarred, and we can't care about it now, is life important or scar?

On the other hand, on Luo Sheng's side, everything seems much more professional. With the bonus of knowledge, he handled his wounds very steadily and calmly.

The skin around the bullet hole is cut with a knife, then the bullet is removed with tweezers, placed in a tray, the polyp is removed, and finally sterilized and sutured.

Fortunately, this bullet didn't hurt the bones, otherwise, Lan Zhi's leg would really be difficult to heal.

But what Luo Sheng cares about the most is not Lan Zhi's gunshot wound. It's the blood and scrap in her fingernails. This means that she once slashed the other person's throat with her fingernails.

Lan Zhi likes to kill people with guns and cannons.

In general, even when the distance is very close, the banshee does not like to tear the opponent apart directly with her hands, unless she has to forget to bring a knife. But in a profession like theirs, which often plays with death, it is necessary to always have knives and guns on them. What drove her to tear her apart like a beast?

Before he went to look for it, he found the broken leg in the sand, and when he first found Lan Zhi, she was holding a broken claw in her hand.

What drove her to do this?

Although her hand gradually let go of the white wolf claw as she walked back, it didn't negate the fact that she cared about it for a short time before she fell unconscious.

What makes her cling to this thing? Foe? Benefactor?

Nothing is known.

Luo Sheng stared at Lan Zhi quietly, and everything could only be said when she woke up.