"How did your friend get hurt?" Another soldier asked.

"Uh... Fell, and his neck was scraped with a stone. Xue Zhihong thought for a second before speaking.

At this moment, Xiong Er and the two also rushed over, and the two soldiers suddenly raised the guns in their hands and pointed at Xiong Er and the two and shouted, "What people!" ”

Xiong Er and Luo Wei said with a smile on their faces, "Sir! We are survivors! These two are our friends, can you let us in? ”

The two soldiers glanced at a few people and then said, "According to the regulations, we received a wisp of survivors, but one of your friends was injured, we have to test whether there is any virus in the body first, and if there is, we can't keep a few!" ”

When Xiong Er and Luo Wei heard this, their eyes widened like light bulbs, and they shouted in their hearts that it was bad, only Xue Zhihong stood in place with a calm face, and Mo Xian on his back still closed his eyes.

"Trouble, squad leader!" Xue Zhihong smiled.

"Well, wait a minute!" The kind-looking soldier spoke, and then turned away.

A few people stood outside the guardrail in a daze.

"Do you want me to carry it?" Xiong Er poked Xue Zhihong's arm.

Xue Zhihong shook his head very coldly.

"Cut..."Xiong Er exhaled disdainfully.

Soon, the soldier came running with a paramedic in a long white coat with a blue mask on his face and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"What about the patient?" The paramedic asked.

"Here!" Xue Zhihong pointed to Mo Xian on his back and said.

"You come in with a patient!" The medical staff pointed at Xue Zhihong and spoke.

"Good!" After Xue Zhihong nodded in agreement, the two soldiers opened the small door on the side of the guardrail and let Xue Zhihong in.

After Xue Zhihong walked in, he turned his head to look at Xiong Er outside the door, and the two of them made a look.

"Huh? What is he doing? Xiong Er looked at Roth Well with a puzzled expression

"Cipher?" Luo Wei thought that Xiong Er and Xue Zhihong had been old friends for many years.

"Dark chicken feathers! I don't know him well! Hey, can the big head die? Xiong Er looked a little anxious.

"Can you die? Well? Roswell had an exaggerated look on his face.

"Well, what's wrong?" Xiong Er didn't realize that he had said the wrong thing.

"I guess I can't die, right?" It didn't take long for Roswell to say that the anxiety on the faces of the two disappeared, and was replaced by laughter and laughter between the two.

The two soldiers in front of them also stood there with a smile on their faces.

Xue Zhihong took Mo Xian to a room, the room was a little dim, probably because the lights were not turned on, Xue Zhihong put Mo Xian according to the will of which medical staff, which bed in the middle, the bed was a very simple wire bed, there were a few trolleys on the side, which were equipped with some medical utensils, which looked very simple, and directly above the bed was a lamp, which was now turned off.

Soon, five medical staff in white coats walked in, and several people motioned for Xue Zhihong to wait outside the door, and then stepped forward to check Mo Xian's injuries.

Xue Zhihong also walked out, and he looked at this 176 security zone.

The entire 176 security zone is very spacious, like a renovation of the square, surrounded by high concrete walls, and there are some cement residues on the ground, at a glance you know that it is a high wall that has just been built, and the walls are full of barbed wire, and under the barbed wire are glass shards.

The surrounding concrete walls give people a sense of protection, and the survivors in 176 don't have as much laughter and singing, but they all look relaxed.

Xue Zhihong walked around the door, as if it was not Mo Xian inside, but his wife who was giving birth.

Xue Zhihong walked for a while, and simply leaned against the wall and sighed.

It didn't take long for the doctor to run out and find Xue Zhihong, who was standing on the wall, and hurriedly asked.

"Is the patient's family there? The patient needs a blood transfusion! Fast! ”

"If your family isn't there, can you look at me?" Xue Zhihong didn't hear the doctor say that Mo Xian had a virus in his body, so he sighed reassuringly.

The doctor glanced Xue Zhihong up and down and asked, "What blood type do you have?" ”

Xue Zhihong instinctively raised his hand to take his hat, but unfortunately the hat was no longer on Xue Zhihong's head.

"Uh... It seems to be O! ”

Seeing Xue Zhihong's ambiguous appearance, the doctor was a little angry, grabbed Xue Zhihong's hand, and pulled Xue Zhihong into the room.

Xue Zhihong followed the doctor in, and the remaining four medical staff were still rescuing Mo Xian.

It's just that the surroundings are surrounded by a circle of green cloth, blocking most of it, and Xue Zhihong reluctantly puts his eyes on the doctor in front of him.

The doctor quickly took out the tools, and then picked up the cotton swab, which was stained with medical alcohol and simply rubbed it on Xue Zhihong's arm.

After wiping, the doctor took out a needle and punctured the blood vessels in Xue Zhihong's arm, and the needle was also inserted, and the bright red blood was withdrawn.

The doctor took a very simple saline bag and inserted the other end into the saline bag, and the bright red blood flowed in.

Xue Zhihong tilted his head to the side, still the doctor in front of him was drawing the blood in his body, and after a few minutes, the doctor pulled out the needle, threw a clean cotton swab to Xue Zhihong, and hurriedly walked in.

Xue Zhihong held down the cotton swab with one hand and glanced at the room, and the lamp illuminated the whole room.

"You're good to go!" A doctor shouted through a green baffle.

"Good!" Xue Zhihong also agreed, got up and left, and ran downstairs.

He ran to the gate and saw Xiong Er and the two of them sitting on the ground asleep.

"Brother?" Xue Zhihong sneered and left.

The camouflage uniform on his body was almost broken, and only a few rags were left hanging from his shoulders, but fortunately, two points on his chest were covered.

At this time, a soldier walked up and handed Xue Zhihong a dark green T-shirt, and Xue Zhihong thanked him and put on his clothes.

After Xue Zhihong put on his clothes, he saw a wolf painted on his chest, and the wolf camp was written under the wolf.

"Night Wolf Battalion! Enemies as seen! Kill! Not! Pardon! ”

Xue Zhihong remembered that when they faced the zombie horde that night, Chen Meng's shouts still echoed in Xue Zhihong's mind for a long time.

"Hehe, Wild Wolf Camp, Night Wolf Camp! Just one word! Xue Zhihong shook his head.

Xue Zhihong wandered downstairs for a while before returning upstairs and standing in front of the room.

Not long after, the door of the room opened, and four medical staff walked out, and Xue Zhihong hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"How? Monitor? ”

"Squad leader?" The medical staff who took the lead in front glanced at Xue Zhihong.

"What's the problem? Monitor? Xue Zhihong asked with a blank expression.

"Uh... The patient is fine now, there is no virus in his body, the wound is bandaged, and now he can be observed for another half an hour, and he can return to the room in half an hour. The doctor took off his blood-stained gloves.

"Thank you! Thank you, squad leader! Xue Zhihong thanked him repeatedly.

"Hey!" The paramedic sighed and left.