"Let's go, just ran down to a soldier?" Roswell came up with the idea of leaving.

"Ran one?" Xue Zhihong asked with a heavy face.

"Well, let's go!"

"Damn! Oops! Come on! Xue Zhihong shouted.

"What about them?" Roswell pointed to Mo Xianxiong and the two of them lying on the ground.

"Carry it away!" Xue Zhihong lifted Mo Xian and let Mo Xian's arm rest on his shoulder.

"Carry it away? Why don't they distract those soldiers here, and wait for us to cultivate..."Before Luo Wei could finish his train of thought, Xue Zhihong interrupted.

"Shut up! They are all my brothers! I can't let them fall in front of me! Xue Zhihong said Mo Xian's words, and without hesitation, he picked up Mo Xian and ran forward, and dropped a sentence.

"If you think they're a drag, please leave on your own!" After saying that, Xue Zhihong carried Mo Xian, jumped to the opposite building, and landed steadily to put down Mo Xian first, and then jumped back.

He trotted over to Roswell and said.

"Let's go! I'll do this! Xue Zhihong was about to carry Xiong Er, but before he could get up, he was crushed by Xiong Er.

"! How much does this fat man weigh? Xue Zhihong looked at Xiong Er with disgust, gritted his teeth and picked up Xiong Er and ran over.

When carrying Mo Xian, he said that he jumped lightly, and when he carried Xiong Er, he jumped hard, and almost fell to the ground before he could stand firmly.

It wasn't until Xue Zhihong stood firm that he turned to look at Luo Wei opposite and asked.

"Are you leaving?"

“...”

Xue Zhihong saw that Luo Wei did not react, so he spoke.

"If you don't leave, I'll take them away, take care of yourself!" After Xue Zhihong finished speaking, he walked forward with one on his shoulder.

Seeing Xue Zhihong's departing back, Luo Wei couldn't help but feel sad, feeling that he had been abandoned by the whole world.

"Hey..." When Luo Wei was about to speak, Xue Zhihong jumped to the roof of another building in front of him like a person who could do light work.

This time, the two were a building apart, and Roswell knew that Xue Zhihong would not turn back, so he hung his head and sighed and walked to the iron door at the top of the stairs.

When he was about to go down, he still looked at Xue Zhihong reluctantly, Xue Zhihong ran forward and jumped with determination, constantly jumping over several buildings.

"Heh... Ungrateful! Rothway shook his head and walked down the stairs with a limp of his legs.

A few floors down the stairs, he heard a cacophony of footsteps coming from downstairs, and the people downstairs were still talking in whispers.

The sound of footsteps muffled the words of several people talking.

"Whew..."Xue Zhihong had already run away at the moment.

Blood was still dripping from the wounds of the two people on their shoulders.

Both of their lips were white and cracked.

Xue Zhihong put down the two of them, glanced back and began to work after confirming that they were safe.

He took off his clothes and tore them into strips, looking at the bullet holes on Mo Xianxiong and the two of them, the bullets were already a little deep.

"Phew..."

Xue Zhihong spat on his thumb and index finger, and then removed the gun hole on Mo Xian's chest.

The moment you open it, it's like you've touched a mechanism.

There was a steady stream of blood in Mo Xian's chest.

Although Mo Xian's eyes were closed, the burning pain still made him moan.

Xue Zhihong's speed was also very sharp, he stretched out his thumb and index finger to pinch the end of the bullet, and his nails tightly grabbed the bullet and pulled it violently.

The blood rushed out as if it didn't want money, spraying Xue Zhihong's face.

Xue Zhihong didn't raise his hand to wipe the blood off his face, he threw away the warhead very quickly, picked up a piece of clothing that had been torn into strips by himself, and tied it neatly to Mo Xian's wound.

He didn't take any extra rest, and continued to treat the gunshot wounds on the two of them simply.

After about half an hour...

There were already countless beads of sweat on Xue Zhihong's head, and the beads of sweat kept sliding down, and the gunshot wounds on Mo Xian's body had all been bandaged by Xue Zhihong.

The gunshot wounds on Xiong Er's body are almost bandaged, and there is only one place that looks more dangerous.

The spot hit him around the upper artery on the inner thigh, and the bullet sank deep into it, leaving no extra blood spurting out for the time being.

Xue Zhihong speculated that the bullet had not knocked down the artery, otherwise Xiong Er would have been exhausted in blood for such a long time.

"Why are you so deep? The location is still so dangerous... These 176 people are really black-hearted. ”

Xue Zhihong said with a frown.

Fortunately, when the zombie virus had not yet broken out, he learned some medical knowledge from their military medicine.

Xue Zhihong looked at the wound, the bullet was trapped inside, and the end of the bullet could not be seen at all.

The only way to get a knife is to make a cut to get the bullet out.

But where did the knife come from in this situation now, not even nail clippers.

This problem completely trapped Xue Zhihong.

"What to do, what to do..."

Xue Zhihong muttered quietly.

He looked at Xiong Er, who had been in a coma for a long time, and Xiong Er's heartbeat seemed to have weakened a lot at the moment.

And Mo Xian didn't know whether he was faint or dead, he didn't breathe but had a heartbeat.

The heartbeat is exactly the same as that of a normal person, without the slightest abnormality.

Xue Zhihong climbed onto Mo Xian's body and gave Mo Xian artificial respiration.

The palm of his hand was pressed tightly on Mo Xian's chest, and he kept pressing down, and Xue Zhihong blew into Mo Xian's mouth every time he pressed it a few times.

After a few back and forth, Xue Zhihong collapsed to the ground as if he was physically exhausted.

Mo Xian still fell to the ground and didn't breathe.

Xue Zhihong gasped and looked at the two.

The most dangerous thing now is Mo Xian, Xiong Er's wound is not fatal, although the bullet was not taken out.

Mo Xian is a little more miserable, if you don't take oxygen and don't breathe for a long time, you don't know how much your brain cells will die.

I'm afraid that after a long time, even if the brain cells die after a long time, even if people wake up, they will be in a vegetative state, this is the one thing that Xue Zhihong is most worried about, Xiong Er asked him to rest for a while, and most of them will be awake after a while, and the bullet can be taken later, but Mo Xian's side can't be delayed.

"Ahh What to do! Xue Zhihong gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the ground.

At this moment, Xue Zhihong felt so helpless for the first time, in his opinion, Mo Xian was the savior of the whole world, although he was not an ordinary person, but he was not like Mo Xian, he always felt that he would die at any time, it was possible that a broken can flew on the street that day and cut his throat.

"What should I do!!" Xue Zhihong hated himself a little, he hated himself for being so incompetent, if he had rushed up with Mo Xian, he would probably have been able to get off Rothway, even if he didn't rush with Mo Xian, if he had stopped Xiong Er, or rushed up with Xiong Er, things would not have come to this point.

But there are no ifs in this world...

At the end of the day, he put the blame for it all on himself.