As soon as Wu Zong's words fell, he saw a coquettish sound from the pharmacy, and then, a can about the size of four or five liters of barreled beer in the supermarket flew out.

Wu Zong didn't have time to think, he flew and stepped on the marble platform for a vertical leap, and then his body flipped backwards in the air, making an upside-down golden hook in a football game, and accurately kicked the liquid nitrogen tank towards the splicer behind him.

When the splicer saw something flying over, he reflexively freed up a few hands to grab it.

Under normal circumstances, liquid nitrogen is stored in aluminum cans, and its hardness itself is not very large, which makes it as easy as an ordinary person to crush a biscuit.

Boom!

With a bang, the liquid nitrogen tank exploded in response, and the liquid nitrogen of more than 190 degrees below zero poured on the splicer like rain, and a large amount of white smoke came out in an instant.

No matter how strong the splicer is, it is also mutated by humans, and the main components of the human body as carbon-based organisms are carbon and water, and it will take less than two seconds after exposure to liquid nitrogen at such a low temperature to cause irreversible and severe damage to the limbs.

And now, splicers are just that.

I saw that the hands of the splicer who first grabbed the liquid nitrogen tank became pale and hard in a few seconds, lost its vitality, and poked at its torso like a plaster sculpture and did not move, as the jar broke, a larger amount of liquid nitrogen was poured on another sarcoma on the torso, and before it could even let out an angry roar, the sarcoma quickly turned into a white solid like plaster, and a large white mist appeared.

Unfortunately, this liquid nitrogen tank is indeed too small, and although it causes some damage to the splicer, it is definitely not enough to kill it.

There was a screech in the white mist like a stone scraping glass.

The splicer was completely enraged, and rushed out of the thick white mist of liquid nitrogen evaporation, looking like a large piece of pork taken out of cold storage, with icy white smoke still emitting from all over his body.

"Is there anything else?" Wu Zongda didn't have much hope for this little jar at the beginning, and asked Li Bingdao while kicking the jar to the ground.

"There's a big one!" Li Bing's voice came from the pharmacy: "But I can't take it!"

At this time, it was too late for Wu Zong to go in and get it, and the waiting splicer had already rushed over, he had no choice, and yelled: "Roll north!"

After that, he raised his legs and ran, hoping that Li Bing could understand what he was saying in a panic.

Li Bing is worthy of being a doctor, and her psychological quality is still better than that of ordinary people, and after a little thought, she understood what Wu Zong was talking about, she put a large liquid nitrogen bottle more than half a person high on the ground horizontally, and then stepped barefoot on the liquid nitrogen bottle and kicked the liquid nitrogen bottle out to the north with her milking strength.

The liquid nitrogen flask with a smooth cylinder rolled out with a grunt.

Wu Zong keenly heard the sound of metal rolling from the pharmacy, and knew that Li Bing understood what he was going to do.

Across a marble platform, Wu Zong was running outside, and the liquid nitrogen bottle was rolling inside.

Wu Zong used all his strength to feed, wishing that he would also grow two more legs like a splicer, and ran forward with all his strength, and finally dropped the splicer out of two or three positions, and then suddenly turned to his left hand and supported the marble platform, and his body suddenly disappeared into the dark pharmacy.

Wu Zong tried his best to break out very quickly, and for a while, he actually let the splicer lose it.

The splicer who had lost his target also stopped, gurgling in a low voice, looking for Wu Zong.

For a while, the medicine hall fell silent again.

The sarcoma on the splicer's body twisted left and right from time to time to obtain information, the arms of the branches and forks were slowly dancing like aquatic plants, and the fat body made it look like a moving mountain of meat, as if it had an IQ and had been dangling around the entrance of the corridor, it seemed that it was bound to block Wu Zong today.

The silence in the hall didn't last long.

Suddenly, behind the splicer, a dark figure swooped straight up to the sparse place of its back arm, and then raised its right hand high and snorted a long gash in its bloated back!

This black shadow is Wu Zong, he saw that this monster has been guarding the mouth of the corridor, and he knew that he and this monster would definitely not die today, so he hugged the liquid nitrogen bottle horizontally and quietly touched the back of the splicer through the darkness, and launched this surprise attack.

The arm behind the splicer happened to become Wu Zong's fulcrum at this time, only to see his legs lock the two arms behind the splicer, the blade of his right wrist stabbed out, and the indestructible genetic metal opened a large opening in the back of the splicer, which was more than twenty centimeters deep and more than half a human long, and the yellow-brown corpse fluid and black and red blood spurted out in unison, splashing half of Wu Zong's body.

The splicer reacted in an instant, and his fat body writhed wildly to throw Wu Zong off, but his two legs were too tight, and he just swayed left and right for a while, and was not thrown off by himself.

Seeing that Wu Zong couldn't shake off, the splicer began to smash Wu Zong with the arm behind his back in turn, and his fist smashed on Wu Zong's body with a muffled sound, and from time to time there was a crisp sound of cracking bones.

Wu Zong didn't block, he knew that if he split his hand to block, he would fall short, he only had this one chance, once he failed, he and Li Bing would have to die here.

Qi Qi is nowhere to be found, Xiao An is still feverish, he Wu Zong must not die!

"Fuck you, uncle!"

Wu Zong couldn't bear the pain on his body, scolded angrily, and slammed the liquid nitrogen bottle he was holding in his left hand into the wound on the back of the splicer.

Then Wu Zong released his legs, grabbed the aluminum liquid nitrogen bottle with his left hand, and grabbed it violently!

"Death to Lao Tzu!"

Boom!

The liquid nitrogen flask was squeezed, and the pressure imbalance caused an instant explosion, making a muffled sound in the splicer's flesh.

A strong white gas erupted from the splicer's back at once, engulfing Wu Zong and the splicer in an instant.

When he finally grabbed the aluminum bottle, Wu Zong kicked the splicer, like a shrapnel that shattered after a grenade exploded, flew out of the dense fog with a puff of white smoke, and fell to the ground like a puppet and rolled twice.

Wu Zong, who was lying on the ground, only felt a chill in his left arm, and then a burning pain spread, but this pain didn't even last for half a second, his left arm was unconscious, and then the liquid nitrogen splashed out fell all over his body, emitting a slight burning sensation.

Although the liquid nitrogen was cold, Wu Zong felt like he was lying next to the steelmaking furnace at this time, the boiling molten iron in the steel furnace was falling on his body, and the sharp pain caused by the burning sensation made his body tremble uncontrollably, but he didn't have the strength to hide anymore, and the raindrop-like fist of the splicer just now landed on his body, making it difficult for him to tell how many bones he had left on his body.

It takes time to heal himself, and he can't even crawl now.

Wu Zong turned his head with great effort, and saw that a hole had been blown out of the splicer's chest and abdomen, and through this hole, Wu Zong saw a ray of sunlight coming from the other side of the corridor.

Then, the splicer's massive body slowly fell, slammed into the ground, and shattered like a piece of glass.

Finally dead.

Wu Zong let out a sigh of relief, grabbed the strengthening core that rolled out of the splicer's corpse, and then slammed his head limply into the ground with a thud.

"Wu Zong, Wu Zong!" Li Bing also ran over and hurriedly turned the soft Wu Zong over.

At a glance, she saw that the clothes on Wu Zong's left arm had been frozen and shredded by ultra-low temperature liquid nitrogen, and the entire forearm was exposed, which had turned white, and there was a layer of fine frost on it, and the five fingers were hooked, and she still maintained the posture when she grabbed the liquid nitrogen bottle.

"Your hand," Li Bing wanted to try to hold his arm, but he trembled for a moment and didn't know what to do.

As a professional doctor, Li Bing knew at a glance that all the muscles and nerve cells on Wu Zong's entire forearm had been frozen into ice crystals, and they would shatter all over the ground if they were shaken slightly, and the best way to deal with this situation was to amputate his leg.

Wu Zong felt a tingling sensation coming from his body, which indicated that the self-healing ability was working, the cracked bones regrouped, the skin burned by liquid nitrogen slowly fell off, and new skin regrew.

The limbs and bones that had been badly damaged in the battle were running like a huge production line, but only the left arm was slow to feel it.

"You are a professional doctor," Wu Zong shook his head, lying on the ground and said weakly, "You should know what to do." ”

Li Bing cried immediately, although this was very cruel, but she knew that this kind of frostbite was absolutely irreversible, more than one hundred and ninety degrees below zero, what about strengthening people, such a low temperature could even be frosted by an iron rod, not to mention flesh and blood.

Li Bing cried and dragged Wu Zong, gritted his teeth and dragged him back to the warehouse step by step, only the rustling sound of dragging and the sound of Li Bing sobbing in the silent hall,

Suddenly, it was as if everything in the world did not exist, and there was only this lonely dark hall and two people trying to live in the last world.

Li Bing found the toolbox, and after disinfection, he carefully knocked on Wu Zong's frozen forearm, and after a few clicks, the muscles of Wu Zong's forearm shattered to the ground like broken riot-proof glass, not even a drop of blood, and the muscle tissue fell off and directly exposed the white bones.

At this time, Wu Zong's left arm below the elbow was no longer any flesh and blood, from the arm bones to the phalanges, it was exposed to the air, like a corpse that had not completely decomposed.

Li Bing was surprised to find that with Wu Zong's elbow as the dividing line, his forearm was already miserable, only bones remained, but there was nothing at all in the upper arm, and even the broken muscle section had already grown.

"Your big arm is completely fine," Li Bing said in surprise, "Moreover, the bones of your lower arm and the key skeletal muscles that play a connecting role are actually nothing at all." ”

"Are you surprised," Wu Zong looked weakly at Li Bing, who looked surprised.

"Of course," Li Bing replied without thinking about it, "Your muscle tissue has been completely frozen, according to common sense......

Speaking of this, Li Bing also seemed to realize something, and stopped talking: "Oh, I forgot that you are a strengthened person, and you can't follow common sense." ”

As she spoke, she took out a sterilized bandage and carefully wrapped Wu Zong's forearm, even the independent phalanges were wound, the reason why she did not choose to amputate her leg was because she basically judged that Wu Zong had the ability to heal quickly through the situation of Wu Zong's big arm, and she expected that the miracle of white bones and raw flesh could be realized.

Wu Zong neither stopped Li Bing, nor did he ask why, and the two of them established a tacit understanding in their hearts. Now that you know what the other person thinks, it's not interesting to say it again

This "amputation operation" with no technical content was completed in half an hour, and Li Bing didn't know where to turn out a warm suit, put it on Wu Zong again, and found a pair of black leather gloves to cover Wu Zong's bandaged left hand.

Li Bing tried her best to give Wu Zong more heat preservation measures, after all, it was too cold outside, and Li Bing intuitively judged that the cold might not be conducive to Wu Zong's recovery, but this was also completely her conjecture, after all, she had never seen such a medical example as Wu Zong.

After about half an hour, Wu Zong also rested, although several injuries on his body were not completely healed, but at least he could barely stand up with Li Bing's support.

Supporting the weak Wu Zong, Li Bing wiped away his tears and walked with a large backpack full of medicines on his back, and in a ray of golden sunlight, the two finally staggered out of the hospital gate.