acT56: Ask the boss of the medicine forest seems to be a bit chattering, the work is quite reliable, worthy of twenty-five years of natives, although the city has become ghostly, full of desolation, but still has not been able to erase the coordinates in Boss Lin's mind.

Song Jiu and the others arrived at the nearest private hospital without danger, and they did not encounter any other problems except for the fact that they could not drive on the viaduct and changed to walking.

Song Jiu had been away from the city for a long time, looking at the barren and depressed steel forest, and couldn't help but feel a little in a trance, it would take dozens of years to build a city that could accommodate tens of millions of people, and it would only take three years to destroy all this, or even less.

The hospital is no longer recognizable, with its shiny tiled buildings crawling with vines, green areas frantically overgrown with weeds, rusty abandoned vehicles lining the streets, ruined infrastructure that once provided people with convenience, falling street lamps, deformed and twisted advertising light boxes, and sidewalks that are colorless...... Scarred and devastated.

The private hospital is not big, the overgrown door is the outpatient building, the floor-to-ceiling windows are all shattered, the glass door is open, and there are many corpses that have been integrated with the shroud as far as the eye can see, the hall is a dusty mess, the service desk and the registration window have large traces of burning, the tempered glass grid is broken, and the pharmacy inside is dead silent.

Boss Lin walked at the forefront with a flashlight, Luo Yu and the others drew knives in their hands, and followed left and right in a low voice, guarding against the walking corpses that might exist in the dark.

The hospital is only on the fourth floor, and Boss Lin found the distribution map, beckoned to Song Jiu, and said in a low voice: "The surgical operating room is on the third floor." ”

"Up." Song Jiu nodded and found the safe passage door, only to find a chain tied to the deadbolt.

Pulling the rusty lock, there was a 'gaba' sound, and it actually opened. Song Jiu didn't rush in, carefully pulled off the chain, tried to push it, there was a muffled sound, and the back of the door seemed to be held up by something, and he seemed to knock it open with a force.

A few people at the door hurriedly put on a defensive posture, and several flashlights swept in, reflecting several dried corpses, which were covered with thick dust, and they could no longer see their original faces, and they were still struggling and slapping postures.

Everyone had no time to guess the story that had happened here, and the aperture moved up, reflecting the corridor, and a long-sealed breath accompanied by a long cold wind came to their faces.

There are many corpses in the corridor, all of which have lost their moisture, and most of them look like doctors, and there are also some people wearing hospital gowns, who don't look like they were injured by walking corpses, and basically there are no missing arms, broken legs or disembowelments.

After walking a few steps up, Song Jiu felt that he had stepped on something, and he dialed it and found that it was a bullet shell.

"Looks like there was a massacre here." Liu Yan muttered. Song Jiu sighed and didn't say anything, he had seen too many dead people over the years, and this was the first time he had been shot by a group.

The operating room was at the end of the corridor on the third floor, and the left and right sides were explored, only the dead bodies, nothing else, as Lin Qiangu said, it was completely deserted, and it was estimated that they were the only living people who entered in waves in a few years.

There is no electricity, there must be no drama in filming, Liu Yan has no bottom in his heart, he thought that the shrapnel had cut the femoral artery, but when he checked on the road, he found that the amount of bleeding was much smaller.

Jiao Ziqian fell into a state of shock, and when he entered the hospital, he seemed to be a little awake, and his whole condition was a little elusive, but he definitely needed a blood transfusion urgently.

Liu Yan is not a professional doctor, in the past, the field staff would have basic battlefield treatment skills, and he didn't know how to operate in the face of this kind of serious surgery.

"How?" Chef Niangjia temporarily acted as an assistant, put on latex gloves and a mask, and looked at the blood hole on Jiao Ziqian's buttocks.

"Give him a blood transfusion first, do you know his blood type?" Liu Yan was also confused and asked, "Who has the same blood type as him?" ”

"I'm the same blood type as him, the key is how to lose? Isn't it still necessary to match? Can you lose it by inserting a tube? Luo Yu rolled up his sleeves and came over, everyone has seen TV, but how to operate it must not be so easy, right?

The circle of people was dumbfounded, yes, how to lose? Liu Yan swallowed his saliva, holding the puncture needle and froze in place, he was also panicked, seeing that Jiao Ziqian's breath was getting weaker and weaker, and he only had basic treatment methods in his mind, but he ignored that he was not a professional.

"Can you do it? Don't have a doctor? Boss Lin thought that the intensive operation had already started inside, but he squeezed in and took a look, the patient was still a patient, and the doctor was still arguing.

Song Jiu raised his eyes and looked around, and said hurriedly: "What about the nurse?" What about treating the girl for Ah Hai? Chef Niangjia was stunned, hurriedly rushed out of the operating room, raised a flashlight to take a picture of the young men on guard, deflated for a while, and at the same time surprised: "Why are they all here?" "The boys looked at each other, didn't they all say that they were all keeping up?

What if you don't come all? Liu Yan looked at Luo Yu, Luo Yu looked at Song wine, Song wine looked at Jiao Ziqian, a group of laymen fell into deep confusion, the hospital is there, there is no doctor, what is the injury done?

"Brother Jiu......" Jiao Zi called weakly.

"You hold on, hold on a little longer." Song Jiu hurriedly leaned over and comforted: "Everyone is trying to find a way, hold on!" ”

"He ......" Jiao Ziqian snorted weakly, his arm was weak, and he could only roll his eyes.

"Huh?" Song Jiu glanced at it and said suspiciously: "Liu Yan? ”

"Blood ......" Jiao Ziqian grinned hard, and said intermittently: "Live... Living corpse blood. Everyone heard this sentence, looked at Liu Yan in a daze, and muttered, "Is there a difference in the blood of living corpses?" ”

"I—I don't know." Liu Yan looked at his blood vessels, his eyes lit up, and he said happily: "Yes, our body's self-healing ability is better, and the platelet function should be stronger than yours!" ”

"......" Everyone listened in a fog, feeling as if there was a play, but they felt that something was strange.

"But don't blood types conflict?" Luo Yu was a little uneasy, and said, "After all, Ziqian is not a living corpse." ”

"Is there a better way?" Song Jiu frowned and asked, and nodded at Liu Yan: "If you drag it out any longer, it is estimated that it is useless to eat the flesh of the living corpse, and it will be infused directly into an IV!" Boss Lin stood to the side dumbfounded, listening to them say some words he didn't understand, and watched as the bespectacled young man pulled out a tube of blood from his body, and then pierced the needle into the half-dead man's vein, injecting dark red blood into it.

Boss Lin was completely stupid, and felt that he had somehow entered a group of neurotic worlds...... There is no such blood transfusion method in this Nima TV series, right?

"You, you, you, you, you're going to kill him!" Boss Lin's throat was dry for a while, he was a little dizzy, and weakly stopped: "You can't share needles!" Oh, my God...... Eh, eh! You're not injecting water meat, blood transfusion has to control the flow rate! My God, you guys are crazy, change someone to smoke it......" In the shouting of Boss Lin, Liu Yan did not change his color and pumped nearly 800cc of blood and injected it into Jiao Ziqian, and everyone stared with bated breath in this process, purely planning to hit the luck.

Jiao Ziqian has not had any adverse reactions so far, but Liu Yan, who is a living corpse, has become a little pale.

"Stop." Song Jiu was a little uncertain in his heart, and asked, "Have you ever lost blood like this before?" ”

"Before turning into a living corpse? There were. Liu Yan grinned and said, "I haven't been injured since, but I have a strong ability to heal myself." ”

"Almost, don't put you in there." Song Jiu's hand knuckles on the hospital bed turned white, trying not to think about any rationality and scientificity, only hoping for a miracle.

"He has lost more than 1000cc of blood, and he has already lost anyway, so let's do more, it's not enough to save money." Liu Yan also abandoned rationality and simplified the complex medical procedure to 1+1=2, which made Boss Lin on the side cry out for collapse.

"I'll do it." Cook Niangjia suddenly squeezed in, opened a new syringe and handed it to Luo Yu with an expressionless face, rolled up her sleeves, and stretched out Bai Shengsheng's arm.

Song Jiu's eyebrows jumped, and he looked deeply at Chef Niangjia, who also smiled shallowly. Liu Yan and Luo Yu's expressions also fluctuated slightly, and they finally moved their eyes to Song Jiu.

"That's right, so I don't have to worry about when to tell you." Chef Niangjia shook her long hair and chuckled, "Ninth Master, can I get off the blacklist?" Song Jiu was a little embarrassed, smiled, and said, "I believe in you..."

"I know, you should have guessed it a long time ago." Chef Niangjia didn't care about Song Wine's duplicity, and said to Luo Yu: "I'm in good health, let's come to 800cc." Luo Yu hesitated, and after getting Song Jiu's promised look, he stabbed the needle ruthlessly.

“omg！” Boss Lin wailed and said bitterly: "Do you all have any medical knowledge? You ......"

"Dao Chief, you have nothing to do, help Ziqian chant scriptures or something, don't make noise. Song Jiu stopped the false Taoist priest's cry and said, "Unless you have a better way." ”

"I know a place where there is a doctor, I can take you there!" Boss Lin suddenly came to his senses, and then hesitated a little: "But I'm not sure if they're still there." ”

"Why didn't you say it just now?" Song Jiu frowned.

"You said you were going to the nearest hospital." Boss Lin was right, his long beard swayed, and said, "I thought you had medical personnel, and besides, that place was far away." ”

"Brother Jiu, let's take a look at the blood transfusion situation first, if we can stabilize Ziqian's situation, then we can go and have a look." Liu Yan helped his glasses and said, "After all, the shrapnel hasn't been taken out yet." ”

"Hmm." Song Jiu has no other way than to agree, if he doesn't understand this kind of thing, he doesn't understand, and he can't intervene even if he scratches his heart and liver.

A few tubes of hot blood poured into Jiao Ziqian's veins, and he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, Song Jiu felt that Ziqian's previously pale face seemed to be a little ruddy, and his eyes were always open, although he didn't speak, it was better than the previous shock.

Cook Jia took a cotton swab and pressed the eye of the needle, as if she was a little tired, Luo Yu hurriedly helped her to sit on another hospital bed.

"Hey, false Taoist, what kind of place are you talking about?" Song Jiu saw that there was no big deal for the time being, and his worried heart was also relieved a little.

"It's a camp, I saw it two years ago when I went downtown." Boss Lin scratched his head and said, "I don't know if there are any more now." ”

"Two years ago? Then why didn't you go to camp? ”

"Why should I go?" Boss Lin gave him a strange look and said, "I'm living quite well alone." Song Jiu didn't bother to tell him this, and jumped directly to the point: "What's the situation over there?" ”

"I don't know the specifics, I wanted to go to the city center to collect some supplies in winter, and I found that a large green belt has been turned into a vegetable greenhouse, there are soldiers guarding there, and there are many men and women." Boss Lin recalled carefully for a while, and said, "Those people are not bad, they gave me some seeds, and then I went back to the temple to farm." ”

"Soldier?" Song Jiu was so strange, except for the army that was purged in the city in the early days of the catastrophe, he basically never saw a soldier again.

"Ang, it's very talkative, their boss said that you can go to them if you need it, they have a doctor, and there is food."

"And this kind of good thing?" Luo Yu was also intrigued, and said strangely: "Could it be another riverbank camp?" ”

"What riverside camp?" Boss Lin wondered.

"Nothing, you go on to say, the seeds they gave you for free? What is not being asked of you in return? ”

"No, I'll stay for a while, their boss looks a little fierce, but he's actually quite good." Song Jiu lowered his head and thought about it, and felt more and more that it was a bit similar to a riverbank camp, where would he go and go back to the nest of living corpses?

"Sister Jia, do you think it will be the territory of the living corpses?" Luo Yu asked.

"I don't know about this, it's unknown where the living corpses draw the circle. But it shouldn't be, after all, two years ago, it should have been shortly after the catastrophe. The chef said that she couldn't help.

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand a word? Boss Lin sniffed and said, "And don't get your hopes up, didn't I say it, there have been many corpses in the city in the past two years, especially a lot!" I guess the city center is basically ruined, and they probably ran away even if they didn't die. ”

"You haven't been there since?"

"No, I'm alone, I don't dare."

“……”

"Luo Yu, you take care of here, I'll go and find out the situation." Song Jiuzhuo felt that it was without further ado, it was useless to be here anyway, so it was better to take a look at this possible life-saving straw.

"I'll go, you're still hurt." Luo Yu proposed.

"Don't get in the way, if there is a doctor, just treat me, and you will go back first after Ziqian's condition is stable." Song Jiu smiled, glanced at the militia who were still on guard at the door, and frowned: "Good guy, why are they all here?" Aren't there only a few girls left in the temple? ”

"I was wondering just now." Cook Niangjia pursed her lips and said, "Why don't we go back together, look for it during the day, it's not safe for you to be alone in the middle of the night." ”

"I'm afraid that Ziqian will have another situation halfway." Song Jiu thought about it, but decided to leave immediately, left the car key to Luo Yu, and grabbed the fake Taoist priest who was sitting on the side watching the scenery: "You go with me." ”

"I'm not going." The head of the false Taoist priest shook into a rattle.

"I'm not going to kill you." Song Jiu was half threatening and half joking, and dragged someone from the fairy wind out of the operating room.

Outside the hospital, the night wind was howling, and there was a faint thunder echo in the sky, as if there were signs of rain, and the barren grass and wheat were swaying like waves, swinging outward in a circle, with a kind of desolate beauty.

"People teach you to fish, and you don't have any courtesy." Song Jiu looked reluctant at the fake Taoist priest, and couldn't help but quip: "Are you lying?" Did you steal the seeds? Lin Daochang was furious, and his face turned red: "How can the matter of a scholar be called stealing!" ”

"Don't talk about it, seriously, you haven't been in the city for so long, can you still recognize those people?" Song Jiu asked.

"Well, their boss is a one-eyed dragon." Lin Dao long beard stroked, determined. ...